Bianca Gets A Mouthful

Dear Diary, (after a brief break to collect myself)

“Yes,” I told my cousin as I knelt at his feet, hardly able to believe the note of surrender in my voice. “I'll do... whatever you want. Please, just don't brand me!”

Manton smiled, and unbuttoned his fly, pulling out his half-formed tool. I'm not experienced in such matters; I've never serviced any of my lovers in this disgusting fashion, but I knew well enough what was expected of me. Kneeling before him, I took his member between my lips and licked the head of his cock experimentally. I must have been doing something right because I remember feeling his manhood harden inside my mouth. I could feel it throbbing against my tongue, and the smell of it made me want to gag. **** to get it over with, I moved my tongue to-and-fro while he taunted me viciously.

“That's it... wrap those big rubbery lips around my pecker.” I wonder now, as I record his foul words as best I can remember them, if he knew how self-conscious I have always been about my lips. “Suck it good, bitch. That's why you jungle monkeys have those big fat lips, so you won't miss a drop. Oh yeah, you're hungry for it, aren't you?” I wasn't of course. I hated everything Manton was making me do ... but I had ****. “Hungry for yer' master's seed. You want to taste the power, the power of your white master's spunk. Look at you go, girl. Boy, you can't wait to get a bellyful of it, can you?”

In truth, all I wanted was for this nightmare to be over, so I sucked as hard as I could, and moved my tongue all over his shaft. I was driven by desperation to finish before I vomited and earned myself a branding as punishment. I was not a fancy girl like that slut Angelica, trained from childhood to please men with her slutty body. I was white, or raised white, anyway. I couldn't let this demon brand me with a hot iron! One look at Manton dashed any hope I had for mercy; he seemed to get off on breaking me like this.

“That's it. You look up at me, girl.” He demanded my complete surrender, “Look at me while you're polishing my knob. Show me how much you love me.” Even though I hated him, there I was serving him, pretending to love him just to end it. “A **** girl has to love her master -- that's in the Bible, I think. Get that tongue underneath. That's it. Good girl. Now, when I come, don't swallow, and don't spit it out, neither. I want you to swish it around, so you get a real good taste of my seed. You miss a drop, and I'll brand your ass good. Got it, cotton head?”

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I hate myself as much as much as I hated him at the time. However, I bobbed my head as I looked up at him. He laughed in triumph. “You don't look so stuck up, with my fat pecker in your mouth.” I have no doubt that none of my friends in Philidelphia would even recognize me if they saw me on my knees like this. “To think, you almost owned this entire plantation. I would have been reporting to YOU. Imagine that. Thank goodness we got the law to set things straight and put you in your proper place. We'll be using those manicured hands of yours to work out in the field, and that dainty mouth of yours to pleasure my tool.”

I was learning to tell from his facial expressions and grunts what he liked the most, and in an effort to end my ordeal as quickly as possible I concentrated on the tip, running my tongue underneath the head, and using my tongue to tickle the little vent in front. I could feel it start to twitch in my mouth, as he stopped talking, and closed his eyes, lost in his own pleasure, and his total domination of me.

"OHHHHHHH!"

Manton grunted like the pig that he was as the first gob of semen blasted into my mouth. It hit the back of my tongue, and spread everywhere, it's foul, bitter saltiness filling me with disgust. The second burst was less powerful, but there was more of it. I struggled not to swallow, and to keep a tight suction on his member, knowing that the iron awaited me if I spilled a single drop.

For a moment, I thought Manton might fall over. But after what felt like forever, he finally recovered, opening his eyes as he slowly pulled out of my mouth. Looking down at me, he smiled, and ran his hand over my head, as if stroking a well-behaved dog.

"Show me my load," he commanded.

I opened my mouth, revealing the gobs of sperm. Manton laughed. "Good, it's all spread out. Now keep your mouth open like, like your catching flies. I want it to dry that way, so you'll be tasting me all day."

Manton turned his attention to the negro blacksmith, who had been standing by the brazier, watching me pleasure my master's dirty pecker. They spoke, and the **** pulled the branding iron out of the fire to show it to Manton. It was a cursive "H", the symbol for Havenhall Plantation, inscribed in a circle, with little curls around it. The brand was the same beautifully curved iron that was at the gate of the mansion, and in the black wrought-iron fencing in the balcony; only it was red with heat.

I watched the branding iron glow as the two men talked. It was pulsing with heat and seemed almost to be alive. I knelt on the dirty floor, my butt cheeks clenching in nervous anticipation, my mouth agape, struggling to hear their conversation over the pop and hiss of the coals in the brazier. At last, the blacksmith pushed the iron back into the fire, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“That a girl,” Manton said. “I knew you could do it. You're a natural born pleasure ****, girl. I hope you liked sucking cock, because you're going to be doing that a lot. Not only me, but for my guests, and the overseers, too.” Once again, I was reminded that Manton was not my lover; he is my master and had no compunction about sharing me like I was a used towel. “You belong to Havenhall, now, and that means every man here gets to enjoy you. After I brand you, it'll make it official."

The sperm had dried, and as I closed my mouth I struggled to speak with its dried goo on my tongue. "Brand me?" I said, disbelieving. "But I did what you asked. I didn't swallow a drop. You promised..."

"Promises to a **** mean nothing, wench. A white man ain't bound to keep his word to his nigger slaves. Now stand up, because we need to get you strapped down, with that sweet ass of yours sticking up nice and high for my brand."