Amelia’s Complicity

It just never ended. Amelia’s pussy vibrated, but she dared not touch herself. She stood proudly in her long dress, resisting against all urges to masturbate. Her pale white cheeks flushed red, and she tried to retain her composure as her mistress lost herself in her ****’s body.

“Go slow, nigger," Anna Lee said, looking him in the eyes. "I love your nigger cock, I love your big nigger body. Stretch out my little white pussy, nigger."

Amelia bit her lip.

They weren’t looking at her. Trembling, she slowly moved her fingers downward. She exhaled in quiet satisfaction as they finally made contact, massaging her virginal pussy over her clothes.

She heard wagon wheels crunching over the dirt road. Her eyes widened.

“Mistress!” She cried. “I think your husband is home!”

Anna Lee was on another plane of existence, insensitive to the earthly concerns of matrimony and infidelity.

“I…ughhhghhgh…ahhhh…oh God…” she moaned, eyes closed.

Amelia panicked. “Mistress! I must…your husband…!”

“Deal with him,” Anna Lee moaned, indifferently.

Amelia gathered her composure. She was still horny, but her mistress required her to run cover. If Anna Lee was caught, Amelia would surely be held responsible.

“I’ll deflect him, mistress,” she said. “But you must cease this at once!”

Amelia stood defiantly, unwilling to take the lashings for her mistress.

Anna Lee opened her eyes. “Distract him,” she ordered. “Tell him what he wants to hear.” She closed her eyes in satisfaction and disappeared back into her realm of erotic bliss.

Amelia was stunned. Her mistress showed no concern for being caught. Knowing she would catch the lashings for being present, she dashed out of the bedroom and down the stairs to placate her master.