Anna Lee asks Juba for help

Juba barely spoke English. He only knew a few words. When he labored in the hot sun, Anna Lee would watch him from her window, touching herself and moaning loudly enough for the servants to hear her. He was a beast of a man, 6’7” with a heavy nigger cock. Anna Lee knew he was hung because he was **** to work hardly clothed, his dick swinging against his tattered shorts. Once, she caught a glimpse when his pants slipped down a few inches. Even the root of his massive penis was enough to make her wet.

Her husband, the plantation’s owner, was never around. He was always conducting business; that is, when he wasn’t fucking their **** girls or cavorting with prostitutes downtown. Poor Anna Lee was confined to the house, forever tempted by the forbidden fruit roaming her husband’s property. But it was forbidden no more.

After she had fucked Jamal, one of their slaves, rumors had spread across the grounds. She didn’t care. Life was so boring, and this was all the excitement she had these days.

The only problem was Amelia. Their white servant girl had walked in on Anna Lee with her ****. After Anna Lee had tried to get Jamal to take the young girl’s virginity, Jamal refused, to her chagrin. Anna Lee settled for making Amelia watch Jamal ravish her, absorbing every moment of the black man penetrating his mistress. Anna Lee came on Jamal’s black cock while she watched at the end of the bed, tearful but enticed. Fortunately, she hadn’t said anything to Anna Lee’s husband. Amelia was now complicit, uncomfortably guarding the knowledge of the affair.

Anna Lee loved having the audience. She planned on making Amelia watch the next one, too.

“Oh, Juba!” Anna Lee called from the house. “Come here, Juba! Amelia needs your help out back!”

Amelia froze when she heard her mistress’ words.

“Ma’am, I really can’t…I won’t…” Amelia cried.

“Relax, prude,” Anna Lee retorted. “You can keep your virgin hole nice and tight. Besides, Juba needs a woman, not a girl.”

Juba jogged up to the two of them. “Yes, Miss Analee?” he panted.

“Juba,” she said, “Follow me. I need your help. I need a strong man to help Amelia and I upstairs,” she smirked.

“Is I allowed?”

“Yes, Juba, you’re allowed. Come in.”

The other slaves had stopped working, watching their brother disappear into the house. Well, everyone except Jamal, who tried to hide any emotion, keeping his head down and working without a word.

The party of three walked up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

“Amelia, close the door.” She complied.

Anna Lee exhaled.

“I have a rather embarrassing problem, Juba. As you may or may not know, I have been trying to get pregnant. But there’s a problem. My doctor says I need…well, I need a rather large…member to enter me. It’s for, um, fertility purposes. Yes, fertility — resistance in the baby’s pathway must be reduced as much as possible, you see. It makes for an easier birth with less complications. But my husband is simply not big enough. I need…well…you can see where I’m going with this, I’m sure.”

“Ma’am?”

“Juba, I need…I need you to stretch me out. You understand? My doctor, he…he says that my womb is too narrow. I wish to have a baby, but…the way needs to be cleared. You understand?”

“I…ma’am, I sorry, but…what?”

Anna Lee lost her patience and grabbed his cock over his pants.

“Juba — this — I need — in me — doctor says.”

His eyes widened. “Doctor says?”

Anna Lee nodded. “Yes, doctor says. Need child.”

“Child?” Juba looked alarmed.

“Not yours,” she clarified with a laugh. “But still need you to stretch me out,” she mimed a hole getting larger and Juba smiled uncomfortably.

“It’s very serious, Juba. I need you to stretch me out.”

Juba looked worried. “But…massa…he—“

“Don’t worry about him,” she said. “He knows. He wants this. It’s the doctor’s orders, Juba.”

Juba looked uncertain but was getting harder through his tattered shorts. Anna Lee smiled. He couldn’t resist her.

Amelia stood in the corner, petrified.