A Southern Belle Fucks Her Property

Anna Lee’s deepest fantasy would tragically never be realized. Ever since her first fleeting moments of sexual consciousness, she’d always wanted to fuck a ****. A real ****. Without that power dynamic, she’d never wholly fulfill her dark dreams of hedonic bliss.

Anna Lee grew up in the south, proudly flying the rebel flag above her farmhouse, wishing it was the 19th century. Her blonde hair glimmering under the hot southern sun, she’d touch herself in the fields when she was all alone, fantasizing about using her property for more than just farm work. Isolated in those vast fields, she’d brought herself to the edge of ecstasy imagining what it must have been like to be a true southern belle, owning an army of loyal servants who would do anything she commanded, honoring her every whim. For her, it was all about power and control, all about being the polyandrous queen, the goddess, the empress who ruled over a harem of strong, beautiful studs.

It didn’t matter really what race they were. Well, not at first. It wasn’t until a series of fateful encounters that her lust turned towards black men specifically. There was no putting that genie back in the bottle. Once you go black… She wanted to be the proper white mistress who took advantage of her strong slaves, compelling them to satisfy her carnal desires. Soon enough, she became a Queen of Spades. As long as her daddy never found out, she was comfortable enough with who she was. Anna Lee was never shy about what she wanted, and what she wanted was big black cock.

“If I can’t own slaves,” she told Jason, her husband, “I wanna roleplay. I’ve seen it in porn. I’ve seen it in movies, even. I don’t care how long it takes. I really wanna fuck a ****.”

“Yes, my love,” her cuck replied. “Anything for you, baby.”

Jason went to work immediately. The truth is that Anna Lee didn’t expect anything to come of her request. It was all absent-minded, empty fantasy. But she underestimated her husband’s devotion.

Through **** and bribery, internet searches and extensive vetting, he actually found a few good candidates for his wife. It started with fetish sites, quiet little internet chatrooms where he managed to track down several black guys who shared her fetish in reverse — they were into the idea of being slaves. Of course, acting on those fantasies was another story. Not all of them wanted to do anything beyond sexting, and maybe having an ordinary meetup with Anna Lee. Weeding out the lurkers and fantasists was an arduous task, but Jason was relentless. He found ten candidates who were serious about their fetish. They wanted to play the role of the **** and have sex with the plantation owner’s wife.

Jason went to the trouble of investigating each and every one of these men. He tracked their IP addresses and ran background checks, going so far as to drive to their homes and workplaces to carry out his amateur PI work. He ruled out a few — those with violent pasts, attempted rapes, etc. But he dug up dirt on the rest that would be useful in case they tried to do anything that Jason or Anna Lee didn’t like. He knew his wife would take things far — very far — and he wanted insurance in case they didn’t like her ****. So he offered to compensate them all, promised that everyone would remain entirely anonymous, and kept the rest of his cards close to his chest. They didn’t know that he knew all of their real names, addresses, internet search histories, as well as the names and numbers of every member of their family. He knew which ones were having affairs, which ones were in debt, and where they went to church. He also knew which ones had nothing to lose. Of course, anyone in that latter group was not invited. No leverage.

Finally, Jason narrowed it down to four. Four solid candidates. Would all four be too much to bring in? Would just one be more intimate, more fun? He put three in his notebook, and finally selected the winner.

Jason could barely contain his excitement. It was going to blow her mind when she found out what he had put together for her. Overwhelmed with lust, he walked into the bathroom, stroked his cock and blew his load into the sink, fantasizing about a strong black stud fucking his wife stupid. Pretty soon, he would have a front row seat to his wife’s destruction.