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wife. I had lots of different scenarios working in the back of my mind, all
of which I knew I would able to make come true! But for now I would
work with the easiest ones and then progress as I went along.
I had to wait for a good weekend to make my plans. Finally after a couple
of weeks, Karen told me that this coming Saturday her oldest daughter
was going to be sleeping overnight at a friends house, so she decided to
send her other daughter to stay overnight at her mother's so we have some
intimate time together, alone. She wanted to make up for the last time we
were alone together and she had fallen asleep on the couch. I told her that
would be fantastic and I was horny as hell. She again said she was sorry
and she too was really horny.
This weekend I was going to give Karen's body to some black men. I
posted an ad on the Internet looking for two black studs to fuck a married
white women while I watched. Like before, there were too many replies
to read them all. During the week I contacted several willing studs and
narrowed it down to the final two that could make it over that Saturday
night. One of them was 20 years old, the other was 44 years old. Neither
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Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Deepthroat Black Dick Black Cocks he ripped off Karen's lacy panties. The young black stud
took off Karen's bra and began biting her tits. I reminded them that she
was a whore and to do all the things that they ever wanted to do to a
white bitch as I began jacking off my swollen cock.
Both men were now naked on the bed, lick and sucking Karen's body,
biting her tits and sucking on her neck. They were grabbing her hair to
pull her head from side to side as each man bit and sucked her throat.
The young stud began to rub his cock all over her belly as the older
stud began rubbing his cock all over her face and her tits. They were
enjoying her unconscious body , as they continued biting her and
marking her with their cock scent. I continued playing with myself
as I watched them leaving bite marks and saliva marks all over her.
As the young bull began to thrust his black weapon into her waiting
cunt, the older bull began biting her lips and spitting into her mouth.
I watched as the young nigger pounded her sleeping body deep into
the mattress, driving her with incredible force. He really loved his first
white bitch. Now the older stud was forcing his cock into Karen's
mouth as he rested his swollen black balls on her eyelids. Every once
in a while he would slap her face with huge cock and then he would
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ÒGet Ôem down!Ó Sambo shouted.
Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The CaptainÕs tiny penis and testicles looked ridiculous on his six-foot frame.
Suddenly Sambo started laughing uproariously at the ludicrous, under-endowed sight before him.
ÒGood god, Mrs. Beauragard...you must be one horny woman if this is all you ever had in your bed!!!Ó Then Sambo continued laughing, slapping his knee and shaking with delight.
Leasa tried to look away, however she couldnÕt help but notice just how little her husbandÕs genitals were. Her gaze was then drawn to the sorely stretched pouch that struggled to contain the huge phallus between the black manÕs spread legs. Her gaze was lost on neither Sambo nor the humiliated Captain Beauragard.
Sambo fumbled in his coat pocket and drew out his old harmonica.
ÒOK Captain, IÕll play. You dance!Ó
Sambo began playing the kind of merry tunes he used to play when he was the one commanded to dance, in the old days on the grounds of Tara.
Captain Beauragard just stood there in shock, his pants wrapped around his ankles.
Sambo stopped abruptly, ÒDidnÕt you hear me, boy? I said, ÔdanceÕ!Ó
ÒBut...I...I canÕt dance,Ó the Captain pleaded.
ÒSure you can, Captain. Just remember how I used to do it. Lift your feet up in a little kind of a jig...go ahead! Leasa and I want to watch yaÕ and have a laugh. DonÕt we, Leasa?Ó
Leasa Edwards hung her head in shame, remembering how she would laugh at the fat, black manÕs dancing years ago. She would never have imagined, in those heady times, the tables being reversed in such a horrible way...as they were now, in the awful spectacle taking place before her.
Sambo began playing again and tapping his foot. The Captain stood trembling before him.
Sambo finally stopped. He gave the trembling white man in front of him an angry scowl.
ÒI wonÕt ask again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?Ó
The Captain nodded.
Sambo began the song again, tapping his foot in time.
The Confederate officerÑslowly at first, then fasterÑbegan to lift his feet in a silly jig. He struggled with the pantaloons that were tangled around his ankles. But in time, his efforts paid off, and he was jumping and bobbing around in a ridiculous, little dance.
Along with the hopping and bobbing, the Captains infantile genitals flapped and swung about in ludicrous fashion. Sambo suddenly had to stop his playing to laugh aloud, uncontrollably.
Leasa Edwards turned her head away from the nightmare she was witnessing, and began sobbing. She could never again feel anything but pity for the pathetic, dancing white man before her. As she sobbed, Leasa wondered what she could have ever seen in this man.
The Captain finally fell backwards to the floor with a loud thud, his feet hoplessly tangled in his pants. He just lay there crying with shame at his own humiliation and cowardice.
ÒLeasa, come here,Ó Sambo commanded, turning to the sobbing woman who once represented the height of southern society.
Leasa dabbed her eyes, rose from her chair, and approached the black man, as instructed.
ÒKneel here in front of me, girl,Ó Sambo ordered her.
Slowly, Leasa turned to look for any kind of protection or aid from her husband. She looked down to find him still lying on the floor, his pants tangled around his feet, just watching on, his face streaked with tears.
Leasa knew no protection would come from the thoroughly beaten and humiliated wreck of a man that lay there.
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into her pop as soon as she returned.
It was now 8pm, time to drug my horny wife. I moved next to her on the
couch and put my arm around her. She leaned into me and noticed my
throbbing erection in my pants. She reached down and gently rubbed my
swollen cock. I reached around her with my other arm and poured the
drug into her glass, I then pushed her hand off my crouch and told her we
should go into the bedroom . She told me she wanted a real good fucking
tonight!! Boy little did she know how well she would be fucked tonight!!
We finished the pizza and our sodas and eagerly headed into the bedroom.
It was now 830pm, I asked her to undress for me and to lay out on the
bed for me so I could look at her treasures. God she was hot, she had on
a pair of white lacy panties, white lacy bra and a pair of silky white
stockings. I wanted to jerk off my cock in the worst way. I was so horny
now, and so was she. My horny wife was now ready to be mated and used
by her black boyfriends. Her dark thick cunt hair could be easily seen
through the white material of her lacy panties as she laid out and spread
herself on the bed for me. I laid down on her and began fondling her and
making out with her. Her cunt was so hot and wet, I could smell her bitch
scent coming from her panty 
Darksecret Sasha Grey Blacks On Blondes Soon she slipped the shoulder straps off and it fell to the floor. Leasa then began undoing her corset. It opened baring a pair of beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples stuck out, pointing toward the smiling, old, black man. Sambo could see how excited his ex-masterÕs daughter really was for him and his huge, black dick.
Leasa then removed her bloomers. As she pulled them down her long legs, both Sambo and the Captain could clearly see the wet splotch in the crotch. Both men were now obviously aware of how aroused the young white woman was for the sex of the old, fat, black slave whom she had just sucked off.
Leasa stood naked for the smiling, victorious, black conqueror sitting naked in front of her.
ÒGo lie down and spread yoÕ self foÕ Sambo, child,Ó the partially toothless black man calmly instructed the blonde.
Leasa walked over to the bed slowly...as she passed her husband she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion, as if beckoning the old, black man to come fuck her.
Leasa climbed onto the bed and lay herself down on the Confederate flag. Then the SouthÕs finest spread her thighs in wait of her ebony lover. Sambo knew that the Captain could see from his vantage point exactly what Sambo sawÑthe glistening wet and swollen pussy lips of the highly aroused Mrs. Leasa Beauragard.
Sambo unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs, taking his time to both show his command over the young couple, and to further torture the young Captain Beauragard with what was to come.
When he was completely naked, Sambo strode to the bedside and looked down on the spread, white beauty before him. Leasa looked up to see the hideous, toothless smirk of her black lover. His body was covered with rolls and layers of fat that masked the muscle underneath. His flesh was scarred deeply from her fatherÕs whip. But most important, standing straight up before him, stretching up well past even his navel, was the thick black weapon that would soon impale and impregnate Mrs. Leasa Edwards Beauragard.
Leasa lifted her head to stare at it, hypnotized by its size, power, and hideous beauty. It seemed to stare back at her, drooling its potent seed from the unsheathed head.
LeasaÕs thighs spread wider and began to lift from the bed, inviting the penetration of the African organ.
Sambo climbed onto the bed and began mounting the blonde goddess of the Confederate South. Captain Beauragard flopped down in a chair beside the bed and gazed in awe as the black giant began to rub the bulbous cock-head along the already lubricated channel of LeasaÕs sex.
The fat, old black and the pale, young beauty began to work their loins together in order to achieve the penetration they both so much desired. After wrestling together for what seemed a long couple of minutes, Leasa grunted as the bloated cock-head popped into her, stretching the lips of her vagina to abnormally wide proportions.
Sambo began to pump his weapon into her, at first slowly, then with ever increasing power. Leasa responded to each of SamboÕs thrusts with a loud grunt. The black beastÕs piercing thrusts were bringing the blonde pain; but it was a pain she invited, a pain she yearned forÑa pain her pure, white body needed.
Leasa was soon thrusting her hips back up into SamboÕs. The blondeÕs body was now encouraging the enormous Black to pound himself into her with even more power, even more fury. And the Black responded. The room reverberated with the sound of the loud slapping loins of the two lovers as their sex making drew on and grew louder.
The bed was creaking and slamming against the wall as if it might give out under the weight of the coupleÕs wild and abandoned fucking.
Captain Beauragard sat slumped in his chair. He ducked his head to peer down where the black man was mating his wife. He watched, dry mouthed and erect, as the pistoning, black dick slid in Huge Cock I licked her tits and her stomach
as I moved down to her thighs and licked off all that nigger cum. As I closed
in on her dirty, smelly cunt, I could see more of her boyfriends sperm leaking
out and running down to her ass. I quickly stuck my hungry tongue up her
pussy and began sucking her for sperm. I licked and kissed and sucked her
hairy mating hole clean. I even turned her unconscious body over and lapped up
the cum from her ass and her ass cheeks. I now had a love for nigger sperm
and was going to see to it that her and her daughter would be mated often!!
It was now 1130pm, time for my cum load. I moved up on the bed and
straddled Karen's face as I began pounding my throbbing cock with my fist.
As I got ready to ejaculate, I rested my balls on her mouth and grabbed a
fist full of her dark, sticky hair and wrapped it around my leaking prick.
I then began spurting my own love load all over her hair and her forehead.
My cock continued to spasm as I emptied my balls in her hair.
I then dressed Karen in her bra and panties and covered her in her blankets.
I was satisfied for now and my belly was full of her studs sperm loads.
As I got into bed next to her, I began to think about her 12 year old
daughter being mated by a 44 year old black man. Then I drifted off to sleep. 
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Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
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give her horny body all the sperm they could produce.
Soon the young stud was filling her horny womb with his black seed as
Karen just laid there all spread open for him I looked at her swollen cunt
as his baby making sperm oozed out of her hairy womanhood. She looked
so beautiful and so raped. My cock ached for release of its own, but again
I held back, knowing there was more to come.
The older stud was now moving between her well spread legs and was
rubbing his leaking cock all over her thighs and her belly. The young
stud was now up by Karen's head as he began licking her face and
biting her now bleeding lips. Her whole body was marked with the
scent of nigger cock. Karen's new black husband was now fucking her
well stretched pussy with his swollen cock, I could tell by the size of
his balls that he had a wad of semen ready to give my whore wife.
I was going to have a lot to eat this night. The young stud was now
jacking off his cock all over Karen's face and mouth as he called her
names and began yanking on her hair. Soon the old nigger was pumping
his hot thick load deep into Karen's body. He just laid on her body as
he continued to empty his spunk into his hot white sluts unconscious body.
Karen was truly a