The Inspection

“What’s your name?” Anna Lee asked, closing the door behind her.

“Jamal, ma’am,” he answered, following us to the kitchen.

“I’m told this here plantation’s been in your family for three generations! It’s beautiful, if I may say so, ma’am.”

Anna Lee froze like a deer in headlights.

“Wh—what did you say?” She asked before she burst out laughing. “Oh my god…no way…there ain’t no way…” It was finally dawning on her. Jamal gave her a big smile.

She turned to me. “Is this…what I think it is?” I smiled and she squealed with delight, jumping up and down. She was ecstatic. She cleared her throat and gathered her composure, turning her gaze back towards Jamal, lustfully eyeing her new toy.

“I feel the need to say, ma’am,” Jamal said, stepping forward, “that I would do whatever my mistress told me to do.”

“Oh, anything I told you to do?” She asked coyly.

“Your wish is my command, mistress.”

“And that includes, say, fulfilling my carnal desires?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Hm…” she said, encircling Jamal, tracing her fingers around his strong shoulders. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” She grabbed his crotch. His dick was too big to hide.

“I need to inspect you, Jamal.” She nodded towards his pants. “Take those off.”

Compelled by his superior, he began to undress, beginning with his shoes and hat before unbuttoning his shirt. Anna Lee stopped him as he began to unzip his pants. The honor would be hers, it would appear. She reached down and held his zipper, pulling delicately and slowly. She pulled his long, heavy cock out of his pants like she was unwrapping a Christmas present. Her mouth opened with a quiet gasp as she held his manhood in her petite white hands. Butterflies filled my stomach. I couldn’t wait to see that black cock stretching out my wife’s pussy.

She ran her fingers along his thick shaft. He was already hard. She grabbed his penis with both hands and squeezed, pulling him towards her.

"Uh-oh, it looks like we have a very horny nigger," she cooed, blushing. "You want this white pussy, don't you?"

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, barely audible.

She bit her lip. “You want to fuck the master’s wife, don’t you, nigger?”

“God, yes…”

“Naughty one, aren’t you?”

She released him and pulled his pants down the rest of the way and he stepped out of them, standing fully nude in our kitchen. Anna Lee encircled him like a shark about to rip apart its prey, riven by her intense lustful appetite for Jamal’s body. She wanted him.

I couldn't believe how hung he was. She grabbed his black cock in her hand and massaged his balls gently. She let him go and traced her finger across his abs, taking it all in. She placed both hands against his powerful chest and looked up at him. Finally, she touched his face and led him in for a kiss. Their lips touched gently at first, and then pressed together harder as lust overcame Anna Lee and Jamal. I watched from the corner as they kissed deeply, tongues flitting into each other’s mouths, moans escaping my wife’s lips as she kissed her ****.