The Plantation Mistress

Anna Lee’s heart was pounding. What if someone saw her leading Jamal into the house? What if her husband came home unexpectedly, or her father? She shuddered to think of it. She could just say Jamal **** himself on her. Actually, that sounded a bit appealing…forcing her, using her, taking her delicate pussy…

“Ma’am?” Jamal interrupted her fantasy and she cleared her throat.

“Yes. Follow me, Jamal,” she said, daintily ascending the stairs. Hesitantly, he followed her up the stairs and down the hallway. She walked into the master bedroom, closed the door behind them, and took a deep breath.

“Boy, I’m only going to say this once. You are to do exactly as I say. Understand?”

“Y-yes, mistress. What’s this about?”

“I have a curious mind. I’ve read every anatomy and biology textbook in the house, and for that matter every anatomy book from every plantation within ten miles. I wish to — ahem — I wish to, well, inspect you.”

“Inspect me?”

“For strictly scientific purposes, yes. Of course, you will speak of this to no one. We don’t need the master of the house or anyone else for that matter to misunderstand the nature of this inspection. And it will never happen again after this. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good. Now take your clothes off.”

Anna Lee tried to mask her carnal excitement as he shed his clothing piece by piece. Finally, she was going to see it up close. When he finally revealed himself, she couldn’t help but drop her head back in awe. “Oh, my heavens…” It was amazing, nothing like her husband’s little white cock. She remembered watching Jamal from afar, his body glistening as he stood naked next to the barn, enduring a cruel beating from his master. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with pity and sympathy. She wanted to make it all better.

She reached out and touched his powerful chest, running her fingers across his skin. She looked down. His massive black cock was getting stiff. She gazed up at him with her beautiful, doe-like eyes.

Before she knew it, the black man's lips touched hers. His tongue darted into her mouth to explore inside and she gasped into him. She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’ta done that. That was bad. Bad!”

“Yeah? Maybe I oughta whip you raw,” Anna Lee said with a smirk. She reached out and grabbed him by his balls. He froze.

“Oh, my…” she said, wrapping one hand around his big black cock. She then held him with both hands, stroking gently. She looked down. There was a lot of dick left over, even with two hands stroking him.

“You are so much bigger than my husband,” she moaned. She grasped one of his hands and put it under her dress. “Feel how wet I am,” she whispered. He fingered her pussy with his powerful hand.

Anna Lee dropped to her knees. Her **** gently thrust his hips as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue out.

She sucked and sucked, giving him yet more pleasure. He grabbed her hair, his hands tangled in her beautiful blonde locks.

“That’s so good, mistress.”

“Mmmhm…” was all she managed, her wet lips wrapped around his big black dick.