Judy Scott's cunt tingled and she could feel her nipples harden in the backseat of the taxi as she got closer and closer to Dr. Cypher's clinic. This is what she had waited for, she thought as she brushed a hand across a hard nipple under her top. Word of mouth had told her this was where every fantasy could be realized. Her's was not a politically correct one, she realized that but it was her fantasy no less. She fantasized about being a mistress in the cotton fields in the deep south of America and being able to take advantage of any hard black cock of the slaves they kept. She knew it was wrong but she just wanted to feel that hard black cock inside her for so long. It seemed it was never going to happen in the middle school where she worked. Now, here she was and her panties were already wet by the time the cab pulled up outside the huge old Victorian manor house. An immaculately dressed man in a suit walked out the front door to meet her. Collecting her suitcase, he led her up the steps and inside to a large entrance hall with a huge staircase at the other end. Putting down her suitcase, he led her into a lavish lounge room to the right.
"Dinner will be served soon. In the meantime could I get madam a pre-dinner drink?" he asked.
"Gin and Tonic would be lovely." she told him, overwhelmed. A few minutes later, the man who had received her returned within her drink on a silver tray. Just sat sipping it in the plush living room wondering what was next. She didn't have to wait long. The man soon returned and showed her into a wood lined dining room. The man at the end of the dining table stood up as she entered.
"Welcome my dear. I am Dr. Cypher." he said. 'Come. sit and dine with us." He seemed younger than Judy expected but there was something about him, something in his eyes that could look into your soul and know just what you were thinking. She wondered for a second if he could be the Devil himself and what her little fantasy might really cost. Seated next to him was a woman of immeasurable beauty that just seemed to exude sexuality.. Even though she was straight, Judy could quite easily have let the woman take her to bed. Dinner was a three course affair mixed in with a lot of small talk. Finally, unable to help herself, Judy turned to Dr. Geisler.
"When will my fantasy start?" she asked, eager to begin.
"I think you'll find it already has." he said smiling back at her. "As soon as Phillip has shown you to your room." Within that, the man in the immaculate suit who had met her at the door appeared at her side as if out of nowhere. Offering his hand, he helped her out of her seat and led her from the dining room. Together, they climbed the stairs and at the top, Phillip opened a door and waved her inside. The door was closed behind her, even before she could thank him. She surveyed the room. Her suitcase was nowhere to be found. Instead, laid out on the bed was an old fashioned dress, bloomers and bodice, just like a plantation owner's wife would have worn. Eager to get on with it, Judy quickly stripped off her modern clothes and started to don the clothes provided. She had barely had time to put on the bloomers and bodice when a knock came at her door.
"Come in." she said, sitting on the bed, one hand covering her crotch and an arm across her breasts for modesty. The door opened and in walked a tall overseer, dressed in riding pants, boots, a cotton shirt and slouch hat. In one hand he held a shotgun, in the other, the chains of the equally tall dark slave at his side. Ignoring the overseer, she looked at the tall black man covetously. Dressed in little more than rags, most of his dark glistening body was exposed. He looked very strong and muscular, obviously from working in the fields and she wondered if his cock matched his physique under the ragged pants tied with a piece of rope around his waist. Tingling between the legs, she couldn't wait to find out.
"Here's the one you asked for." the overseer said, pulling him forward into the room by his chains.
"I don't think we need those." she said. Begrudgingly, the overseer unshackled the man. "Don't you try anything." he said as he slipped off the ankle chains. "I'll be right outside."
"He won't," Judy said smiling as the overseer left the room, shutting the door behind him.
"How do you know I won't Missus?" the slave asked when they were alone.
"Because you are in my fantasy." she replied, grinning.
"What's your name?" she asked him.
"Tom." he told her.
"Take off those rags Tom." she ordered him, her aroused cunt eager to see him naked. Doing as he was ordered, Tom pulled his shirt off over his head, undid the rope around his waist and slid his pants down. Judy gulped and her cunt contracted between her legs. He was just as she had dreamed, muscular and trim with a long thick cock dangling in front of him. It was the cock that really caught her attention. Even soft, it rivalled any of the huge black dildos she had rammed inside her dreaming of this moment. With her bodice already removed and her nipples hard and erect, she looked at him lustfully.
"Have you ever seen a white cunt?" she asked him playfully. Tom shook his head.
"Would you like to see mine?" she asked.
"Yes Missus." he replied, his eyes glued to her taut white breasts with their hard nipples. Smiling, Judy raised her ass off the bed and slid her bloomers down over her thighs. Letting them slip down her calves, she stepped out of them, leaned back on the bed and opened her legs wide.
"Do you like it?" she asked seductively. Fuck, did he like it. It was shaved bare, not like the thick black bushes on the women back at the quarters and he could see everything. Every fold of her pink lips and the wet opening between them. He didn't have to speak to tell her if he liked it, she could tell by the swelling cock in front of him.
