Queen Of The Plantation Mil Too

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This is a period piece set in the 1850's South. The main Character is a slave owner who loves to dominate people. She is very liberal with "N" word. This does not mean that I, the writer, condone or even use that word in real life. It is also a cuckold and female domination tale with acts of bondage and humiliation. If any of those things offend you, please don't read my story. If you do, and leave comments about how the main character or the writer are racist pigs, I would agree in Charlotte's case, but I will still delete your comment. I write for a niche audience who like the cuckold theme and race play. If that is not you, I get it. I hope you find another story on this site that excites you, and I hope you have a wonderful day. For those of you that aren't offended by those themes, I hope you enjoy my tale. Comments about the writing, good or otherwise, are welcome, but please keep them constructive, not hateful.

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Charlotte rode Abraham reverse cowgirl as she stared directly into Charles eyes. Her big round pregnant belly shook each time she impaled herself on the thick chocolate colored cock of the house slave.

"Thank you Charles!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She gushed. "This cock is so magnificent! You are so generous for letting me have it so often."

Charles just stared at his wife while stroking his meager, yet rock-hard penis. He really had no say in how often his slut of a wife fulfilled her primal need for bigger thicker cock. However, by thanking him each and every time she did it, Charlotte had conditioned him to think he had a say. Whether like today, it was the "house nigger's" big black cock, or any number of larger white cocks that she utilized, she always seemed to make him feel as though he had a voice in the decision. It was kind of diabolical on her part, and it ensured her husband's placid acceptance of her slutiness.

Ever since the second month of her pregnancy, Charlotte had been insatiable. It seemed every time Charles turned around she was either inviting one of her bulls over for dinner or inviting Abraham into their room to quell the burning in her loins.

Charles really didn't mind. It was the thing that made his balls boil the most. Watching his sexy wife take big cock was so fucking hot, he didn't know what to do with himself. She was fucking other men so often lately, that his little pecker was often rubbed raw from all the masturbating he did as he watched.

After confirming her pregnancy with a doctor, Charlotte had begun letting the white men she fucked cum inside her pussy, since there was no risk of pregnancy. She really did love the feel of her lovers filling her pussy with their creamy surprise. This had also added a new wrinkle to her intimacy with her husband as well.

George had come all over her belly and pubic area the first time he had fucked her. Charlotte hadn't really wiped up all the mess he made before joining her husband in bed. There was still some cum lingering in her pubic hair and on the surrounding skin. Charles had wanted to fuck his wife but she had denied him that pleasure because she was too "sore". When he had offered to soothe her sore pussy with his tongue, Charlotte warned him that she was not clean down there. Charles wanted his wife so badly that he had enthusiastically licked her anyway. With this in mind, Charlotte had let George come inside her not too long after getting pregnant. When Charles asked to make love to her in their bedroom later Charlotte had refused again on the basis that she was too sore. When she saw how disappointed he was, an evil grin appeared on her face.

"However, if you would like to make my sore little pussy feel better with your tongue, I would definitely allow that. Would you like to lick momma's pussy and quell the aches for her?" Charlotte asked her very horny husband.

Charles hesitated this time. It was one thing to lick her pussy when there was cum around it, he could avoid it for the most part in those conditions, but with it dripping out of her puffy used hole, there would be no way to steer clear of it now.

"What's the matter my dear hubby? Don't you want to tastes you wife's sweet, sweet pussy?" She teased, knowing full well the reason for his reluctance.

"Yes, of course I do my dear but, it's........it's soiled." Charles muttered.

"And?" Charlotte inquired. "You have licked me before when I was 'Soiled'." She said a bit miffed.

Charles saw his opportunity for any kind of relief, even by his wife's hands slipping away fast, and he was in great need of that relief. Not ever wanting to upset his wife, he delicately tried to talk his way out of it, "But that was on it, not in it." He argued.

"And?" was all Charlotte said with a contemptuous look on her face.

"And I would have to lick it up."

"Annnnnnnnnnd?" She retorted.

"and, and, and....well I have never....." Charles stumbled.

"Charles William Hale, You get you fucking tongue down there right now and make my pussy feel better this instant, or Momma will never let that pathetic little pecker of yours inside that delicious pussy of mine ever again, let alone allow you to watch a real man fuck it like it deserves." She spat at him in a low but emphatically stern voice.

"Yes my love." Charles replied, dejectedly moving down toward her oozing pussy.

Seeing the expression on his face, Charlotte suddenly changed her mind on tactics. She didn't want Charles to see this as a punishment, but as a reward. So, she stopped his descent toward her pussy.

"Oh ok Sweetums, you don't have to lick Momma's dirty pussy if you don't want." She told him. "Come up here, on your knees, next to me."

Charles got a big smile on his face, because he knew what that meant, and he hurried to the assigned position.

Charlotte proceeded to stroke Charles' hard little cock for a time with her hand, edging him over and over, until he was begging her to let him come.

"I'll tell you what...." She bargained with him, again making him think he had a say in their sexual activities. "If you do what Momma asked you to do a few minutes ago, not only will I let you come, I would let you fuck this soiled pussy..." She looked down, directing Charles' attention to the fact that she was now stroking her mound with her hand. "...and I will tell you all about how George is a much better lover than you and how much bigger his cock is that your pathetic little nub."

That was all it took. Charles dove directly down between her legs and instantly he was lapping up his wife's lover's cum as if that pussy was giving him life itself. The submission to her will had him so hard and so aroused, that as he was cleaning her cum filled cunt, he didn't even notice he was humping the bed sheets with his raging hard-on until it was too late. He climaxed unexpectedly and his cum exploded all over those sheets, moaning into his wife's pussy. He never even fucked his wife as she had promised. Charlotte just grinned, and pulled his face harder into her pussy until Charles had her coming as well. From that point on, Charles would become Charlotte's willing cream pie eating cuckold husband.

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That little tale aside, tonight was different, Abraham was the one fucking Charlotte as Charles looked on, and she still had her standards. She was not going to allow Abraham's "nigger cum" inside her white pussy for any reason. So Charles wasn't expecting to be getting his usual cream pie delight this evening. This didn't lower his arousal one bit, and it didn't keep Charlotte from using humiliation to further arouse and further impose her dominance over her husband. She wanted to give Charles his creamy delight.

Charlotte's standards applied to her husband as well, she felt licking "nigger filth" also was below her husband. Although in her diluted mind, she figured licking his own cum from somewhere would be ok. Without his knowledge, Charlotte had arranged for Harriet, the domestic, to come up and wait outside the room until now when she was summoned into the room. Charles turned to see the young house slave approaching. He was stunned at her arrival and so humiliated. Letting the slaves see him willingly allow his wife to be fucked by one of their own was not what he wanted.

"Strip!" Charlotte commanded Harriet.

Harriet slowly disrobed until she was completely naked.

While still slowly riding Abraham's cock, Charlotte explained to her cucky husband that the "little nigger slut" was his prize.

"Please don't refer to her as that." Charles whined.

"Shut up Charles! I will refer to them as I wish." She told him, her slave owner perceptions of blacks rearing its ugly head. "I know how much you love licking momma's pussy after her lovers have deposited their prize, so I didn't want you to be without."

Charles was a bit confused until Charlotte ordered Harriet to sit on her husband's cock. Harriet did as she was told. And Charles moaned with great pleasure as the young black 19 year old slave's cunt enveloped his sensitive cock. Charles didn't know how to react. Should he enjoy it, would it offend his wife if he did? Should he just sit there? He felt the latter was a better idea in his wife's presence, so he did, until his wife told him to do as he wished.

Harriet was facing Abraham and Charlotte, and Charles reached around to fondle her small young tits. They were nowhere near as big as his wife's fabulous orbs, but Harriet's nipples were thick and long and he loved the feel of them between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched them roughly and Harriet squealed.

"Ow! Don't!"

"Quiet you little slut." Charlotte snapped. "Just do as you're told. The two women rode their respective cocks for the next few minutes, until Charles announced his pending orgasm.

"Come inside the little bitch" Charlotte commanded.

Charles did exactly that, groaning euphorically as he looked over Harriet's shoulder at his wife gleefully fucking Abraham's massive pole. When his orgasm had subsided, Charlotte ordered Harriet to stand and Charles to lie on the floor. She instructed Harriet to sit on Charles face and feed him his own cum. She demanded Charles to lick his prize as well. He appreciated his wife's efforts to help out, but eating his own cum was not nearly as erotic as eating his wife's cum filled pussy. On the other hand, the tight black pussy of this domestic slave had a pungent, yet sweet delicious taste that would have him craving it non-stop in the days to come.

Harriet herself, really loved how this felt. Having the "Master" of the house under her as she unloaded his cum from her pussy into his mouth was exciting. She liked it so much that it caused her to come twice in less than the 10 minutes it took Charles to lick her creamy cunt clean.

When Charlotte felt Charles had had enough, she rudely dismissed Harriet and ordered Charles to his chair to watch as she soon came for the third time of the night. Deciding she had had enough black cock for the night, she just as rudely, dismissed Abraham without allowing him to come.

As always, after all the activities were done, Charlotte and Charles climbed into bed and cuddled, professing their love for each other and falling asleep in each other's arms. Charlotte again thanked her husband, and Charles thanked her as well. It was not the typical marriage, but it definitely worked for them.

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With the baby's due date nearing, Charles' mom, Abigail, decided she would come stay with Charlotte and Charles. She told her husband she wanted to help her daughter-in-law with the delivery and being a new mom. That was not the only reason she wanted to visit. She arrived about a month before the baby was due and soon became a prevalent fixture in the house. This, along with the fact that Charlotte was growing more and more uncomfortable as the date neared, meant there was little sex going on in a house that previously had an abundance of it.

These new developments had Charles completely on edge. His obsession with Harriet, which developed when his wife made him fuck her had become almost unbearable. If he would have been your typical male slave owner, he would have just taken Harriet to his study or somewhere secluded in his house and fucked her to his heart's content. However, he was not a typical male slave owner. Harriet as well as all the slaves knew this. She added to his misery by constantly teasing him over and over.

Immediately after that fateful night, Harriet had noticed Charles staring at her many times, especially at her breasts. One time when they were alone in the dining area, he even told her how much he enjoyed playing with her large thick nipples and asked to see them again. She had pulled the neck opening to her dress down and showed him, but when he asked to suck them, she pulled up her dress and ran away like a young, embarrassed schoolgirl. He asked several more times in the following days, and every time he did, she would flash them, but denied him the pleasure of touching them. Charles had done nothing about her denials, just frowned and sulked away. This, along with what she saw the night she had spent in his room with his wife, had emboldened Harriet. She now knew that she could treat her owner like a slave himself.

One time while in the dining room serving Charlotte and Charles, Harriet actually flash him from behind Charlotte's back. Charles nearly choked on his food. His little cock instantaneously got rock hard. After his wife finished dinner and went to the other room, Charles scolded Harriet, but only verbally, and quietly enough so no one else heard. She immediately did it again.

"You want to suck on my nipples Massa Charles?" Harriet teased, pulling her dress down to expose her pert young breasts, and leaving it there.

"Harriet, Stop this!" He scolded her, pulling her top up himself so no one would see if they came in the room. "If Charlotte finds out, she will skin us both alive.

Harriet knew he was more scared of his wife than anything, and she took control. She stepped back from him and pulled her top down again. "Come on Massa, You know you want to suck on them, don't you?" She flicked and pinched her nipples, making them swell and stick out even more. "You didn't get to suck on them the night you had me in front of Miss Charlotte. Don't you want to feel them in your mouth, Sir?"

Charles did want to suck them. He wanted that so badly. He moved closer to Harriet, staring at her thick dark brown nubs.

"Come on Massa, it's ok, you can suck them. All you have to do is say please." Calling him Master only emphasized his humiliation. He was her owner and still he did not just take what he could if he was man enough.

Charles stared at her nipples, then weakly said, "please?"

"ok." Harriet told him.

Charles moved toward her and opened his mouth. However, the moment he was about to lay his lips on her breast, Harriet stepped back, pulled up her top and giggled as she told him, "Nope."

Charles was immediately furious. Who did this slave think she was? "You Bitch!" He snapped. Lunging at her to take what he wanted, like a real master would.

Harriet moved away again, "Eh, eh, eh, Massa Charles, quiet. You don't want Miss Charlotte to hear you. How would you explain your anger?"

The mention of his domineering wife immediately put Charles on the defensive. He quickly looked toward the doorway of the dining room to make sure his wife wasn't there, and hopefully couldn't hear their conversation.

Harriet saw this and just turned, walking back to the kitchen. "Maybe next time, Massa Charles. Maybe next time." Looking over her shoulder she said with a wink, "If you're a good boy."

This continued unchecked for quite some time, and by now, Charles was completely on edge. When his mother noticed, she made comment that he needed to have some cuck time and release with his wife. Charles explained that his wife was too uncomfortable for sex and that even if she wasn't, Perkins wouldn't fuck her when she was pregnant. Abigail didn't know about all the other men Charlotte was fucking for her husband, and she definitely didn't know about Abraham, although she did know another secret about Charlotte. She decided her son needed someone else to step up so all his pent up frustration could be released. She suggested that she could fuck Perkins while he watched. Charles cringed at the thought, but when his mother fondled his pecker through his pants and said, "It will be just like when you were younger and watched Mommy fuck Uncle Liam, baby." Charles Instantly got hard, and quickly agreed. Abigail got Charlotte's approval, because she would never do anything without Charlotte's approval, and made all the plans.

The next night found Charles in his usual spot in the closet peeking through the wall as his mother serviced the slave handler. Abigail had quite easily lured him into the study. Charles watched as his mother dropped to her knees and pulled out his rather impressive cock and began teasing it to full mast.

"Mmm, very nice Mr. Perkins, much larger than my husband's"

Perkins just smiled as she engulfed most of it with her mouth and stroked the rest with her dainty little hands.

"Mmmm, suck me!" He commanded, grabbing her head and moving his hips rapidly.

Abigail so loved playing the slut. She just delighted in every second of sucking Perkins' girthy pole. She soon had him on edge, but made sure not to let him explode. She stood up.

"Fuck me Mr. Perkins, fuck me like you mean it!" She'd begged. Turning toward the hole Charles was peeking through, Abigail bent over a low backed chair. Holding on to both armrests, she stared right at her son as Perkins violated her lady parts. "Oh, yeah" she breathily moaned.

Charles jerked his cock manically, watching his mother get pounded from behind by the slave handler. His emotions were all tied in knots. He hated this man. He was a brute, and he didn't deserve to fuck his wife or his mother, but the eroticism was too great to ignore and more than once he shot cum all over the inside of the closet as he watched the whole scene from start to finish. When it was over, Perkins left, Abigail got dressed and Charles returned to his room to get ready for bed. None of the participants ever spoke of the event again.

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Charles' and Charlotte's son, Rory was born on a Friday. The whole plantation was a buzz especially Charles as he was proud to now have a son. Charlotte held him to her bosom and promised herself not to let him be like his father. She would have a strong, powerful son. He would be a real man, a man like the men that helped her cuck her husband. However, some things even a mother as assertive as Charlotte can't control. Much to her chagrin, a generation later, she too would be advising Rory's wife-to-be about the tendencies of the Hale men and teaching her how to properly cuckold her son, just like Abigail had done for her.

A few weeks went by and things were getting back to normal, except that Charlotte was not able to have sex again, yet. She wasn't breast feeding, she wouldn't be ruining her magnificent cans with that exercise, that's what the wet nurse was for. However, they were still swollen from the pregnancy, even larger than before. Every man she walked by couldn't keep his eyes off them. Her cleavage was ridiculous and she did little hide it. The one thing no one noticed was that Abigail was taken with her breasts as well. No one that is, except Charlotte. Char caught Abby staring several times. What no one knew, including Charles, was that the last time Abigail had visited, Charlotte had seduced her.

"Are you staring at my breast Abigail?" Charlotte has teased, one day when they were alone and Charlotte was holding Rory to her bosom.

"N,no!" Abby had replied, stunned she had been caught doing exactly that.