Angelica's game

Dear Diary, (May 22nd)

I am starting to understand what my emboldened house **** had in mind when she told me that we were going to have fun. My morning started much like the other morning with a **** opening the blinds, but I quickly realized that there were two significant differences. I wasn't surprised to see that it was Angelica who was attending to me, but I was surprised to see the early dawn light streaming through the window and gleaming in Angelica's wild hair.

“Good morning, Miss Bianca.” Angelica was wearing the same simple dress the other house slaves wore, but today the dress rode a little lower on her shoulders and laced even tighter than usual so her pretty breasts were pushed up provocatively.

“What time is it?” I remember blinking my eyes as I tried to wake.

“It's a little early, Miss,” she smiled at me coyly, “but I have a little surprise for you.” Angelica must have seen my confusion, because she took my hand in hers and pulled me gently from the bed. “You like Master Thornton, Miss. I know you do.” Before I could even address this bold statement, she continued with a confidence that could only come from her newfound power. “You want to see him fuck me?”

“What?!” I pulled my hand away from hers, “I would never -”

“You will today.” Angelica patted my cheek before handing me my house coat. “Let's go, Miss. I'm going to wake Master Thornton good, and you gonna watch your white knight fuck himself a nigger girl.” I still don't know what that house **** would do if I put my foot down. I considered testing her resolve, but the truth of the matter was that I did perversely want to see this fancy girl servicing the young gentleman.

It turns out that Mr. Thornton's bedroom was just around the corner from mine. Angelica put her fingers to her lips before opening the door and pulled me through the darken room until I was hidden behind the drapes.

From this vantage point I watched Angelica slip from her dress with practiced ease before sliding into the bed next to the sleeping Mr. Thornton. I remember at the time, wondering if this **** never wore small clothes under her dress, or if she only dressed this way when she had 'special' morning duties.

It did not take long for Mr. Thornton to awaken, and although he seemed surprised by the presence of a naked **** under the covers, he was not exactly protesting.

“The new mistress sent me, Master.” Angelica soft voice was just barely audible from under the covers, “she said a man like you has certain needs.”

“Miss Diflorentini sent you to my bed?” Mr. Thornton pulled back the covers so he (and I too) could see Angelica kissing his growing penis.

“Yes, Master.” Angelica's hands took over the process of stimulating the man as she looked up at him timidly. “Please don't send me away, Mistress will have me whupped for sure.” It is hard to believe that this innocent looking girl was the same person as the bold **** who led me into Mr. Thornton's room. I cannot, in fairness, blame Mr. Thornton for surrendering so easily to Angelica's charms. She is a fine-looking woman, and she seemed to know exactly what men liked. Behind the drapes, I was feeling the effect of her seduction too and began rubbing my hands under my house coat.

In no time at all, Angelica had climbed onto the still sleepy Mr. Thornton and lowered herself onto the man's erection, her slender body swallowed the slightly curved phallus without a hitch. I wondered if my body would accept an invader of that size as easily. As she leaned over the young lawyer rising up and down smoothly, she surprised me yet again.

“I bet you wish it was the young mistress riding you.” My stifled gasp from behind the curtains was completely covered by Mr. Thornton's much louder grunt. Angelica's soft laugh confirmed the hidden truth, and she was more than happy to satisfy the man's desires. “Here,” she whispered as she sat upright and without even climbing off the poor man turned her entire body so she was facing me, “Like this, I could almost be her.” Instead of ending this lustful encounter I saw Mr. Thornton's hands grip the wicked **** by her hips and pull her firmly down onto his rod.

I can still clearly remember the look of triumph Angelica had as she looked to my hiding place and smiled knowingly. Did she know that by now I had my nightdress pulled up so I could touch myself shamelessly?

“Go ahead, Master. Show me how you'd tame that proud mistress, show me what you'd do to her pretty white body.” I could see how pleased Angelica was with this little game of hers, she was like a puppeteer pulling our strings and watching us jerk and swing.