This, I have to see.

Dear Diary, (still May 22nd)

I followed behind the two slaves, knowing that I was being watched not only by the two teenaged negro girls I saw peeking at Conrad through the window, but by others that I could not even see. I decided with a shrug that if my father could watch his slaves going at it like dogs in heat, that I could as well. It was not hard to find the viewing room just to the side of where I heard Conrad and Angelica whispering softly. The small room had a bench seat positioned in front of a glass window that looked directly into the adjoining chamber.

At the time I remember wishing I could hear what they were saying, and resolved that tonight, as I had Angelica do my hair, I'd have her repeat as much of their conversation as she could remember. I might not have been able to hear, but I could see clearly through the clear glass between the two rooms. After last night's marathon session with Mr. Kyleson, my needs had been satisfied and I was more than content to sit back and watch the lovers.

Without even a hint of shame, Angelica loosened the bodice of her cotton dress and then with a practiced shrug, the dress slipped to the sawdust covered floor. While she was stripping, Conrad lay out a thick quilted blanket on the floor between them and even quicker than Angelica the negro **** dropped his ragged britches and was as naked as her.

It is true what they say about men of African ancestry; the rod that hung from between the ****'s legs was as thick and long as my arm - longer than Mr. Kyleson's by a couple inches - and black as coal. The man's member was even darker than the rest of the man's skin and somehow that made it seem even more formidable. Even though I was safely separated from it, I could feel my insides heat in preparation to accept that monster.

When Angelica first shyly told me she wanted to meet with Conrad, I was envisioning lovemaking that was sweet and romantic like a scene from Romeo and Juliette. I could not have been more wrong. Even now as I record my observations on this page, I find my fingers trembling. At the time I was both shocked and aroused by the nature of the coupling that occurred.

Angelica started on her hands and knees like a barnyard animal with the negro **** down on one knee behind her, positioning his now fully erect member at the entrance of her tender passage. The ****'s ebony skin made Angelica's caramel-shaded flesh look even lighter and I remember wondering if the muscular plantation stud liked fucking a woman almost as white as I. His guttural grunt of satisfaction when he plunged into Angelica came almost as an answer to my unspoken thought.

“Uughh.” Unlike their earlier muted whispering, the animalistic grunts of the rutting pair were easy to hear. “Oh, yeah ... fuck you're tight.” A particularly hard thrust pushed Angelica flat on the quilt, and instead of pulling her back into position, the man dropped onto her much smaller body with another brutal shove pinning her to the floor beneath him.

“Aiiggh ... aiiigh ....uauiigh.” With each of the young bull's hard thrusts, Angelica let out a sharp squeak, but Conrad showed no mercy at all as he pounded her again and again.

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“Aiggh ... that's good!” I was expecting Angelica to protest, but her fingers gripped handfuls of the dirty quilt even as her round backside lifted invitingly between thrusts. “Do it, Conrad! Make me your breeding sow, put your black seed in my belly!”

When I heard my house ****'s cry of submission, one small rational part of my brain was wondering if I had made an error in judgement by allowing these two to meet like this. If this was indeed a fertile time for Angelica a virile bull like this would be sure to cover her. I suspect that Kyleson would prefer to cross her with another light-skinned man, possibly even himself or Mr. Thornton. A fancy maid I gathered was worth two or even three times as much as her dark field-hand sisters.

In the interest of complete fidelity though, I must confess that at the time, I was not thinking about the financial implications of the illicit mating. Mostly I was imagining what it might be like to be pinned face down like that onto the floor and have something as long and thick as that black member brutally pushing into me from behind as I mewed and whimpered under that powerful man's loins.

I was so wet that I could feel the juices running down my legs under my leggings and without a second thought I pressed my fist into the hollow between my legs and humped it against the wall in time with the massive, black-skinned, bull's relentless thrusts.

It was a most unseemly position to be in, but it felt so good ...