We stay here

With a grin, you make up your mind. Searching through Sasha's discarded garments until you find the heavy key to the door. You grab a coil of rope from the stable wall, and gesture to Sasha's trembling body.

"Bring that bitch along, and maybe some harness too," you tell Djuba. "There are at least two more mares inside the house that need servicing."

Grinning fiercely, he hauls Sasha to her feet, dragging her along as you pull up your trousers and fasten them once again. Your cock starts to twitch at the thought of the womanflesh that lies within. Miss Sasha had been the first white cunt you'd ever fucked, and you find yourself as eager as Djuba to try out some more of the women who until now you could only peek at when you were confident you would not be discovered. If you are to die in the fall of the city, you might as well die slaking your lust and **** on the family that has owned and degraded you for well over a year.

More than once you pleasured yourself to the thought of fucking the Master's big titted wife. Unlike her slender daughters, Mistress Tarla was a woman who a man could sink his cock into without fear of breaking. Her hips were already round from childbirth and her breasts as full as any of the mothers in your home village. For a white woman, even her ass had some meat to it - yes there was no doubt that that was a woman you wanted to fuck.

Of course, after feeling Miss Sasha's tight pussy stretch to accommodate your size, your thoughts turn to her younger sister, Adele. Unlike Sasha who went out of her way to boss you around, you have had limited interactions with the youngest of the three Mistresses. She seemed content to stay in the main house and seldom came near the back where you could check out her slender figure and delicate face. Like her older sister, Miss Adele favored the less restrictive northern style dresses and only wore a veil on the rare occasions that she left the house.

With her boyish hips and small breasts, the younger sister hadn't really played a role in your masturbatory fantasies. Your preference had always leaned to the lush curves of the mother with her thick ass or wiping the smirk off of Sasha's face. However, now that you experienced the thrill of splitting open Sasha's soft white thighs and hearing her cry out as you rammed into her, you find yourself anticipating having Adele's body jerking under yours as you pop her cherry too.

She'd be even tighter than her sister, with no experience at all with what an Alkebulan warrior like you would do to a white-skinned angel who fell into his hands. The idea of defiling that sweet innocence was intoxicating. What better **** could a Nubian warrior have than deflowering both his master's daughters and making them submit to him in the man's own bed? By the time you were done with the women of this house, they'd never be satisfied with a white-man's tiny cock again.

If your sense of the timing of the siege is correct it could be at least another week before the walls are breached and if all goes well. you plan to fuck all three of the Kjellborg's women multiple times each day while you wait. There was every chance that in nine months' time, three dark skinned babies would be squeezing out of the very same tight passages that you'd be ramming into just as soon as you find your quarry.

You'll make that northern bastard sorry he ever bought you from the **** market and set you to labor in his household. This you promise yourself with a feral snarl.