How Miss Missy and Her Brother Johnny Conquered Their Father's Slaves
The following is a work of erotic fiction. It is a bisexual story that contains racial humiliation. It is not intended to be read by minors. Anyone who may be offended or unduly influenced by this story should find something else to read for their entertainment.
"Come and get it, boys. I've got a tray full of fresh watermelon for ya'll." Young Miss Missy, the daughter of the slave owner on the plantation, seemed to glide down the grassy hillside, her fresh cotton dress flowing in the gentle summer breeze. Her long, brown hair, smelling of lilacs, was also tossed by the wind. She carried a large white tray piled high with generous slices of ripe watermelon. She knew that this was her slave boys' favorite treat after a hot afternoon of working in the fields.
"Oh Miss Missy," one of the slave boys cried out to her, "You is too nice to us hard-working niggas. Nobody treats us like you does."
The darkies gathered around the beautiful young white girl and laughed, enjoying the fragrant, clean smell of her hair and body as much as the sight of the freshly cut watermelon.
The boys grinned from ear-to-ear and made loud whooping sounds. An old black man took out a banjo and played while sinewy dark-skinned boys and young men danced spontaneously and jumped up and down -- kicking up dust with their bare feet.
Missy didn't realize how much the darkies craved her innocent white body; she thought their whoops and dancing were for the slices of watermelon.
"I do declare; watermelon sure makes you people happy," she smiled.
It was just as well that she didn't realize the effect that she had on the boys. It may have frightened her if she ever found out how often they gathered outside of her bedroom window at night, hoping to get at peek at her beautiful white skin as she undressed to go to bed. She may have been somewhat disturbed if she ever found out that the dried white stains beneath her window were not really the accumulated result of decades of bird droppings, as she had imagined, but were really cum stains from a couple dozen horny young niggers masturbating outside her window at night.
Now all those darkies danced and sang -- played the banjo, told loud jokes -- and whooped and hollered. At the sight of their two favorite things in the world: a white woman and a tray full of watermelon. But Missy's consideration for the slaves this afternoon was not entirely disinterested. In exchange for doing the slaves a favor she needed a favor from one of them.
"I do declare; I feel a draft on my body when I sleep on my bed at night. Ya'll boys probably don't know this, but I just hate to wear pajamas, so I sleep na-a-a-a-ked on top of my bed sheets. But sometimes I think I feel a breeze. I think it's coming from an opening in the wall, high above my window. I wonder if one of you tall, lanky, muscular, strong nigger boys can come up to the big house to help po' little ol' me patch up that nasty ol' hole in the wall so that I can enjoy myself at night without having to wear those thick, heavy, uncomfortable pajamas that my daddy bought for me to keep me warm..."
Several dozen swarthy young arms shot into the air, volunteering for the chore. The boys all grinned from ear-to-ear.
"My, my, my -- whoever says you niggers are lazy and that you don't want to work really doesn't know what he is talking about. I so appreciate what eager workers y'all are. I only need one of you bucks though..."
Missy grabbed the arm of a tall, lanky muscular teen standing near her, "I think I'll take this one."
The boy jumped at the touch of his mistress' soft hand on his arm. The outline of his big nigger cock was clearly visible through his baggy cotton pants. Missy guided the happy black boy up to the big plantation house while the other boys laughed, cheered, and played the banjo and the drums celebrating the teenaged slave's good fortune.
When they got to Missy's room she said, "Now stand on this stool and see whether or not ya'll can see that nasty `ol crack where the air is getting in at night."
The boy stood on the stool and looked above the window frame. "Yessum, Miss Missy, I sees de openin' in de wall."
"Well you just get down from there and mix yo'self up a batch of plaster and cover that hole so my po' little ol' naked body wont get chilly at night."
The slave boy did as he was told. While the boy was working Missy lay on her bed and watched him. His lean muscular chocolate brown arms flexed as he reached above his head with the spatula to smooth out the wet plaster. His baggy cotton slave pants clung to his buttocks, showing the enticing curves of smooth black ass. His big nigger cock flopped around inside his cotton slave pants like a restless python constrained by a trap made of canvass.
As Missy studied the slave boy's body she felt her young pussy get hotter and hotter. Soon she was leaking pussy juice onto her bed sheets. She could see the nigger boy's masculine underarm pits since the boy's rustic shirt didn't have sleeves. She fingered herself as she imagined the black slave boy on top of her, ravishing her delicate white body.
After the boy finished patching the hole she ordered the boy to come down and stand in front of her. "Yessum," the boy obediently replied and stood in front of his mistress. Missy studied the boy's shapely arms and the rich darkness of the boy's brown skin. Missy was silent for awhile, biting her lip. Finally Missy ordered the slave to pull down his pants.
"But mam..."
"I said pull them down, boy. You don't want me to have to go tell my daddy that you tried to r-a-a-ape me do you?"
The slave boy didn't want that so he tugged on the small rope that held his baggy cotton pants up. His trousers dropped to the floor, revealing the boy's thick black penis and low-hanging testicles surrounded by pepper corn shaped pubic hair and muscular brown thighs. The color of the boy's crotch and pubes reminded her of the rich brown fertility of Mother Earth itself. Missy looked at the slave's strong dark thighs and the big thick fuck meat dangling between his legs and said, "Oh my, oh my, oh my -- I do declare y'all have such a b-i-i-i-g nigger slave dick."
Missy reached out and grabbed a fist full of nigger cock. Her delicate white hand grasped the boy's big black cock. She played with it -- squeezing and jerking it, making the jigaboo hard. The slave boy's eyes rolled up in his head and he bit his lower lip while Missy continued to handle his organ. Missy jerked and jerked on the slave's big nigger cock, like it was her own personal property, which, indeed it was. The slave boy was helpless, in his mistress' hand. He allowed her to play with his nigger organ as much as she wanted. His body shook as he attempted to suppress his pleasure in being used this way. His breath grew quick and short-- she realized he was reaching the point of orgasm.
Missy tugged and tugged at that boy's long, throbbing fuckmeat. "I wanna feel this big nigger cock inside my tender white pussy," she gasped. All the slave boy could do was to swallow hard and nod his head "yes".
This should have alarmed the boy, as fucking a white girl could get him lynched. But he lost all sense of prudence and of southern propriety. When he finally regained the ability to speak he said, "Yessum Miss Missy," in the squeaky voice of an adolescent carrying on a conversation while trying to conceal the fact that he is masturbating, "Whatever you say, I surely will be obliged to accommodate y'all aghhhh, ughhhh,..."
The slave boy's eyes rolled around and around in his head. His knees knocked together. He had a silly mindless grin on his face.
Missy lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She steered the nigger's stiff fuck meat toward the soft brunette pussy hairs, guiding the boy's cock into her hot, wet pussy. The slave lay on top of her.
"Fuck me, nigger boy. Fuck me."
The slave bit his lip and stared at the ceiling while he humped greedily in his mistress's hot, wet vagina. "Oh Yes Missy, Yesssssssss. Oh Missy, I sho' nuff loves bein' yo slave. I be yo' slave fo' life. You got the bestest pussy a nigger ever could dream of. You is de bestest mistress in the whole wide world."
The slave boy humped harder and harder inside his mistress. Their two young bodies were locked in the fit of passion. The mattress squeaked and the wooden bed legs banged against the floor boards. The young mistress screamed in sheer delight from the big black cock that invaded her body. The nigger slave moaned loudly from the pleasure of embedding his massive tool in the moist confines of her white pussy.
They gasped together -- both of them climaxing at the same time, causing a geyser of pussy and cum juices to gush from the young mistress' vagina. Missy clawed at the nigger slave's back with one hand, and dug her fingernails into his ass with the other. "Oh my, you are such a good breeder. I am s-o-o-o-o glad my daddy bought you."
The slave boy mopped his sweaty forehead with his hand, "I is glad your daddy bought me too. I is sho' nuff' gratified to be of service to you, Miss Missy."
Just then Missy's brother Johnny burst into the room, "Sis, I heard you screamin' are you okay?"
Johnny saw his beautiful sister lying in her bed, embracing the rugged slave boy from the fields. His face flushed red as he glared at his sister, "What are you doing in bed with a nigger?"
Missy covered her body with her sheet, leaving the slave boy exposed. "It-it's not what you think Johnny. I-I can explain everything."
"You don't have to explain anything. I smell your pussy juice in the air. You thought it would be alright to use our nigger boys in the most disgraceful ways."
"No Johnny, No. I can explain. Please."
Johnny wheeled around and faced the quiver black slave who was still lying naked on the bed.
"What about you, nigger boy? What have you got to say for yourself? You know you can get lynched for what you've done here."
"Please suh. It weren't my idea. I would never touch a white woman unless I was invited."
"Are you saying my sister's a slut?"
"No suh, I weren't sayin dat at all. It's jus that...it's just that..."
"Save it for the posse I'm about to round up."
"No suh, please no posse. I'll do anything to make up fo' what I done here. Anything."
By now the slave was on his knees in front of his enraged young white master, begging him for his life, with his hands folded together -- pleading. "Please. Please. Oh lawdy. Oh lawdy."
"You'll do anything?"
"Yessuh. Please."
An evil shit-eating grin flashed across Johnny's face. He tugged at his zipper and pulled out his thick, flaccid white cock. He waved it in the slave boy's face. "Well, there's one thing you can do to prove that you're sorry for trespassing on the prerogatives of white manhood. Get to work sucking this big white cock."
The slave boy's eyes grew wide. He waved his hands in front of his face and shook his head violently.
"No. Not dat, suh. Please. I aint dat way. Please. Even a nigger got to keep his manly pride."
Young Johnny arched an eyebrow in genuine amusement, "Manly pride'? What makes you think a nigger has a right to call himself a man'? If my sister can use you to give her pleasure then I've got uses for you too. Wrap those thick nigger lips around my cock and let's not hear anymore gibberish about your `manhood'."
The black slave boy stared at his young white master who towered over him and then he cast his eyes on the boy's thick white cock, which swung gently beneath a soft bed of brunette pubes. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing the white boy to rest his penis on his tongue.
"Suck on that dick, nigger."
The slave closed his mouth and began bobbing on the white boy's cock.
"Yeah, suck that dick. Show me how much you love sucking a white man's cock."
Young Johnny's cock smelled and tasted like musty pubes. The black slave couldn't help but to rub his tongue up and down the white boy's shaft. It felt warm and tasted of unwashed flesh. Slowly the boy's cock got harder and harder in the slave's mouth, making it difficult for the black slave to breathe. He opened his mouth wider so that he could take in even more of the white boy's dick.
Johnny grabbed the slave by his head, "Yeah, that's it. Open your mouth wider so you can take all of that master cock. I wanna feel your nigger lips kissing my balls."
The slave boy gagged as he tried to swallow the entire length of Johnny's fully erected penis. The white boy's cock pushed to the back of the slave's throat, giving him no relief. The slave's entire mouth smelled and tasted of young, active boy's cock meat.
"Yeah, suck on your master's dick. You know you want to make me happy."
The black slave breathed the aroma of his young master's genitalia. Suddenly he noticed that his shame and humiliation was giving way a new emotion. Johnny's white cock meat and the smell of his pubes were actually starting to make the slave boy aroused. They served as an aphrodisiac that made his nigger cock meat spring back to life.
Soon the slave found that he was sporting a thick, black protruding piece of wood that bobbed in front of him with each movement of his nappy head on the white boy's throbbing shaft. The black slave wrapped his lips even tighter on the white boy's dick with involuntary and unexpected ecstasy.
Johnny was pleasantly surprised. He turned to his sister, "Damn, this nigger really is a good cocksucker. He's a natural at it. You should feel how he's using those lips on my dick." Missy stood wide-eyed, witnessing the slave's stiff bobbing cock as he sucked her brother off.
The black slave lost himself in his new passion for the white boy's cock. He slurped and moaned loudly as he massaged his young master's erect penis with his mouth and licked the underside of his hot shaft with his tongue. The slave never imagined how aroused he would be by having a white man's meat inside his mouth.
Johnny's body quivered with erotic passion. He tightened his grip on the slave's head. "Oooooh, suck that cock, nigger. Suck it. Yeahhhhh."
The young slave master's body began violent convulsions. He released quick blasts of cum into the slave boy's mouth. The taste of the white boy's cum sent the black slave into a state of dreamy ecstasy, not unlike a wild animal in the jungle who has just been shot with tranquilizers. Johnny continued to buck in the black boy's mouth, while the slave dutifully swallowed every ounce of his master's cum.
When Johnny was through he let go of the slave boy's head and pushed his face away from his cock. The black slave's body seemed to float as he fell on the floor -- a gentle smile across his face. The white boy's jism trickled down the black slave's chin, and his own nigger cock spewed globs of jism onto the floor.
Johnny sank onto his sister's bed, overcome by the sheer pleasure of what he had just experienced. Missy clutched her pussy and suddenly realized that she was wet from having an orgasm just by watching the two boys.
When the slave boy returned to the other niggers in the slave quarters they pumped him for information about their young mistress' white vagina. The slave boy told the story over and over again -- careful to leave out the part of servicing Johnny's white cock after fucking his sister. It didn't matter; Johnny was determined to expand his "enterprise" by using more nigger boy's mouths when he needed them -- their asses too. The young slave master found that he never had to masturbate again.
Men and boys in the slave quarters couldn't get enough of the story; and the young slave couldn't stop beating off as he relived sucking the white boy's cock in his imagination before drifting off to sleep.
Missy's father became the envy of all the slave owners in the county. There was no doubt that he had the most highly motivated workers that anyone in the area had ever seen. They all wondered how he did it, but even he didn't know that his own daughter and son were his secret weapons to increase productivity. They were better than any overseer in discovering the secret of how to motivate niggers of all ages to work. Missy and Johnny enjoyed their role in maintaining the smooth operation of the plantation.