[Warning: Some readers may find the material offensive. The intent is for intense sexual fantasy, not racial cruelty. The characters are consenting adults, deeply in love with each other. Nothing should be implied or inferred from their behavior.]
Keisha paced back and forth in the cabin, making sure everything was in place. This was going to be a wild weekend and she wanted nothing to interfere with the fantasy. When Jack had asked his new wife what she wanted to do for their anniversary, he was fairly shocked at the answer. Shortly after getting married, Keisha had wanted to try new things sexually. Jack was willing to comply, and together they'd opened up new avenues to express their love. Keisha was especially interested in their roleplaying. They'd tried many different scenarios, ranging in kink from boss/secretary to teacher/student. But none compared to the sheer naughty thrill that was their master/slave evenings. It was her idea to try it and found she allowed herself to give in completely to his whims. It was during one of these sessions that she changed her speaking voice to a slow, inarticulate drawl, like the one she'd outgrown after leaving the deep south.
On those wild evenings she became Jack's black slave, totally submissive and caving in to his every need. He was her white master, fucking her, raping her, spraying his cum on her naked body. She should have been disgusted with herself, but in the end she found it exciting, erotic fun. Jack loved her. He'd never hurt her, in fact he treated her with more respect than any of the men of her own race. Keisha was so fully one with her husband that everyday was a new adventure for them both.
This weekend was going to be their wildest adventure yet. She'd rented a nice, but rustic cabin and gone up early to get everything ready. After hiding any trappings that would ruin the mood, she changed into her costume. She'd made most of it herself, old cut-off jeans, tattered shirt, and an old red bandana for her head. She had some old sandals for walking outside, but spent most of the time indoors barefoot. She'd dug some old cotton panties out of a drawer and had those on, but opted to spend the weekend without a bra. As she dressed, Keisha fought the urge to play with herself. She and Jack had been abstaining for two weeks to build up to this moment and her pussy ached for her husband's thick white cock. The thought of it made her smile.
She quickly surveyed the cabin. Everything was set. As if on cue, she heard Jack's car drive up. Keisha closed her eyes, readying herself mentally. Setting herself into the mind of some fictional character she put her everyday persona away and became a submissive, slave to her husband. Master! she corrected herself. With a smile she sat down and waited.
Jack readied himself too. All the politically correct propaganda he'd swallowed his entire life made this roleplaying fantasy hard to start, but once it did, he loved every minute of his wife's submission. But this weekend she wasn't his wife, she was his slave. This is what Keisha wanted, and so did he. He'd changed into a flannel shirt and jeans at a rest stop on the way here, so now he looked the part. He quickly ran over the ground rules. She was to do anything he asked and he was to demand as much from her as possible. There was never any hitting. He wouldn't stand for it. Once she asked to be spanked, but that wasn't pleasant for either of them, so they agreed never to do that again. Verbal and physical humiliation were ok, in small doses, as was bondage. The thought of his wife tied up as he fucked her gave his dick a twinge of delight. In fact the more he thought of the whole weekend, the more aroused he became. His cock swollen, Jack reached for the doorknob, in character and ready to go.
The door flew open and it startled the young woman. Her master glared at her with hungry eyes, the bulge in his pants apparent. He walked forward, closing the door behind him, the slave shrank back against the wall.
"Where ya goin' nigger bitch?"
"Please massah sah! I shouldna do this. The missus gonna get real mad at me."
The master only sneered and advanced on her, undoing his shirt as he went.
The slave girl glared at him, he was a big man, even an attractive man, but she wasn't sure about the look he gave her.
"Massah, I ain't nevah been with no man. I won't be no good." the girl pleaded.
He had reached her, running a hand down her face and cupping her left breast, "You'll be just fine darlin'. Nice and tight. Yeah, I'm gonna love popping yo' black cherry."
She closed her eyes as he licked her face, tongue working all the way down to her cleavage.
"Yous a tasty thang lil bitch. Why don't you get yo'self undressed?"
She only stared back at him, her servant brain frozen in panic. The master wasn't pleased with the show of defiance. Reaching up he ripped the shirt down the front and pulled it down and onto the floor. She tried covering her voluptuous breasts, but the big man pulled her arms apart. He grabbed each tit and rubbed them in between his fingers. Try as she might to hate him, she couldn't help getting wet from the sensations.
"You need some he'p with those pants?" he smiled.
She didn't disobey this time, and began unbutton her pants. He smiled wickedly and sat back on the bed. Left in her thin white panties, she stood before her master, who had shed the rest of his clothes and was lying naked before her. He could see her black snatch behind the thin cotton and made a gesture for her to remove the underwear. Turning away she complied. The slave girl turned back to expose herself to her nude master.
"Nice, very nice." he smiled, stroking himself. "Dance fo me."
The slave girl, began an old traditional dance, letting her naked body gyrate and twist. Her breasts bounced heavily during the effort and the master stroked his dick even harder. The girl kept her eyes on it as she danced. It was thick, pale, and long. She couldn't help thinking about the force with which he could wield it.
Finally the big man had had enough, "C'mere."
She quietly shook her head.
"C'mere, now!" he didn't like losing his temper, but she needed to learn her place.
She started to step back, but he was quicker. Grabbing her arm he pulled her to the bed and she landed, unceremoniously, bent over on her front, ass and cunt spread open. Her virginity was gone a moment later as her master's cock was rammed, forcefully, down her tight, wet hole.
"Massah no!!!" she screamed, but her pleas were ignored.
If anything, her master only fucked her twat harder and faster. He always delighted in watching his white cock thrust in and out of black pussy, and tonight was a special treat as his slave's cunt clenched tightly around his dick, forcing himself inside her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" the servant grunted, she was growing more and more aroused by the strength and power her master possessed. Each thrust seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper into her body.
The master held the girl tight around the waist and vocalized his delight, "That's a girl! Fuck yeah bitch! Fuck yeah!"
"Yes massah! Fuck yo bitch!"
He smiled, his dominance complete. His hips slapped her's as their pace became wild and frantic. Gripping the sheets, the slave girl felt her body tense, she couldn't control it anymore, her white master was going to have his way with her and she loved it. He stroked her wide black ass as her pussy twitched in anticipation of the climax that was building. She tried to contain it, but it was too great, the waiting, the force, and the passion was over-the-top. She screamed the sort of primal, guttural noise a wild animal would use as she let loose.
"I knew you'd like it nigger bitch! Now yous gonna feel my white seed."
The slave girl recovered enough to realize what would happen next, "No massah! No, me's in heat, yo gonna get me...
But it was too late, "Aaaaaagh!" and a cascade of semen erupted and flooded the slave's quivering vagina. Several thrusts later he was done and slipped out of her body.
"Go clean yo'self up girl, then gets me some dinner." the master laid down on the bed, closing his eyes.
She quietly rose and collected her clothes off the floor and wiped the dribbling cum from between her legs. She started to dressed, but he snapped his fingers and shook his head. Fortunately she had already started dinner and had it served in a few moments. He scarfed it down with a voracious appetite while she nibbled on a piece of chicken she'd reserved for herself.
When he'd finished, he watched her eat, she was like a jungle cat, muscular and lean. He felt his cock start to swell with the thought of fucking her again.
"You ever sucked a man's dick before hun?"
She shook her head.
"Well, I likes a good blow job, so I suggest you git started on learnin' some suckin'."
He scooted his chair out and guided her head into place. She wasn't too shy, despite the way she talked, about his cock and soon had it fully erect.
"Yeah bitch, you know how to suck a cock!" he moaned, her tongue stimulating him deeply.
The slave tried her best to fit the white penis down her throat, feeling it swell and pulse in her mouth. Her hands drifted down to play with his balls, big, hairy, and soft. She hated and loved him, his power frightening and comforting. She sucked harder and, to her delight, heard him moan in pleasure. She increased her rhythm, bobbing up and down on the master's cock. She knew he would come soon and she realized, she wanted him to.
But he suddenly stopped and pulled her up. The slave wanted to ask why, but was soon silenced by his firm hands pulling her onto his lap. Once again her cunt was filled with his big dick, stretching and digging into her. His lips were on hers, tongue probing. Instinctively she bounced her hips up and down on his. She wanted him to come inside her.
"Fuck me massah! Fuck yo nigger ho!"
"Yeah, you know you want it bitch. Yo gonna get it whenever and wherever I want. Right?"
"Yessir. Aw gawd, I gonna cum."
"And you ain't never gonna feel another man in your pussy, is ya?"
"No massah. I ain't nevah gonna fuck no one else. Just you massah! Only you! Yes massah! Oh gawd massah, I gonna! I gonna! I'm coming! Aaaaaaaaagh!!!"
The master smiled with delight. The sight of the slave girl coming on his lap was just another sign of his dominion over her. He lifted one of her firm tits to his mouth and suckled it softly. He was in no hurry now. She was his and he knew what he wanted next would require her to be relaxed. As soon as her breathing returned to normal, he pushed her off.
"Get on da bed. Lie down on yo back, legs spread." she did as she was told, "Good girl."
He found what he was looking for in a satchel by the bed. Taking four soft cloth strips he quickly bound her feet to the bottom bedposts. Before the slave could protest, he did the same to her hands. He then straddled her chest and squeezed her tits together around his cock. He tit fucked her, while the servant attempted to lick the swollen cock head as his popped up and down. Her black tits were silk against his dick and balls and he took perverse pleasure in watching her struggle against her bonds.
Finally the master let up and laid his dick over her mouth. She hungrily sucked at it, pulling him into her mouth. That was enough teasing he felt and slid out and down her chest, hovering over her hot pussy. He made several quick stabs with his dick into her loosened hole.
"Ah!" the slave screamed with each stab.
The master reached down and spread her ass cheeks apart. The slave bit her lip, fully aware now of his plan for her. Despite how hard she clenched her sphincter, the master's cock found its way into her ass. First it was just the head, thick and bulbous, stretching her bottom. With slow, strong pulses, the master inched his way into her bowels. Her face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was wild and forbidden, but she would allow her master any delight he wished. If this was his command, so be it.
The master was lost in his own twisted pleasure. Her ass was so delectably tight, he may blow everything he was in a single instant. He gritted his teeth, forcing back the urge to cum. He would show this girl who he was and how he was the master. She would beg for him to cum inside her. He thrust in and out with long motions. The slave girl moaned as he worked her.
"Please massah! I can't take yo cock down dere! Please cum! Cum up my ass, please massah. Yo too big fa me!"
He grinned. He was big, he knew it. He loved it. Closing his eyes, he relaxed the muscles that were holding the flood back. With hot, fast pumps he filled the servant girl's ass with thick warm cum. A wave of dizziness came and went. Finally he pulled out, his balls empty, dick soft.
She rose from the bed and got a wet wash cloth. The master had fallen asleep, so she was careful not to wake him as she cleaned his limp, yet still large, cock. The girl then cleaned herself. When sufficiently relaxed, she opened the door and tip-toed outside.
The moon cast a silvery light onto the ground, washing over Keisha's nude body. A cool breeze soothed her hot skin, making her nipples tight and erect. Her husband, spent and exhausted lay asleep inside. Needing some fresh air she snuck out, the thrill of being naked outdoors something she'd enjoyed.
She stared up at the dark blue sky, amazed at the quantity of stars she could see. Constellations filled her view from horizon to horizon. She toyed with the idea of pulling up a lounge chair and sleeping out here.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" it was Jack's voice, his normal voice.
Keisha jumped. She hadn't heard her husband come outside. "Mm-hmm. So many stars."
"Maybe we should move." he slipped in behind her, his body as naked as her own.
Another breeze blew. "That would be nice. No traffic, no smog, no crime."
"Someplace nice to raise children?" She spun around, staring him in the eyes. "You meant that, the part about being in 'heat'?"
She nodded, laying her head into his shoulder. "I didn't want to ruin the weekend, but I goofed up my pills. I'm most likely ovulating right now."
"It isn't ruining anything, baby." he stroked her head. "Why don't we go inside and do this properly, romantically."
She held fast to him, "Here. Make love to me out here. Let it wild and free!"
Jake grabbed a thick blanket from inside and laid it out on the porch. Keisha laid down first, spreading herself open to him. They kissed slowly as he penetrated her cunt. Keisha closed her eyes, as he slowly pushed his way into her. The thought of him getting her pregnant was an incredible turn on. Keisha spread open wide, letting her husband drive into the deepest parts of her vagina. She could feel his breath on her ear, heavy and hot. She'd never felt so right in her life. Something was different now, their lovemaking had a purpose other than pleasure.
"I love you." she whispered into Jack's ear.
Jack lifted up and smiled at her. She watched as his eyes closed, face tightened. It wouldn't be long now. Soon thousands of sperm would rush into her body, joining the two lovers together forever. Staring into the void of stars just beyond Jack's shoulder felt her cunt spasm, then wave after wave of warmth rushed over her.
Even if Jack hadn't groaned in exaltation when he ejaculated, Keisha would have known. It was hot and soothing inside her body. She pulled his hips in to hers. She wanted every last drop of him inside her.
Jack slumped down and resumed normal breathing. "That was fantastic."
"Thank you my love." she breathed a heavy sigh. "I've never been so happy. Thank you."
He kissed her on the lips. "No, thank you." He slipped out of her and rolled beside his wife's naked body. "You know something?"
"What?" she adjusted her legs together, keeping the warm fluid inside her body.
"You're going to be a great mother."