Letter from the author: This is a period piece based in the 1850's on a plantation in the south. The language might be offensive to some, but I feel it is necessary to be historically correct. So, if the word Nigger or other derogatory words to describe Black people offend you please move on. This is also a story of cuckoldry, and interracial sex. If these offend you, again, please move on and don't read. You have been warned. I hope all that continue with the story enjoy it. Feedback, even constructive criticism is always welcome.
Goamz86
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"Oh Charles, look at it. Look at that big, fat nigger dick. Isn't it magnificent?" Charlotte asked her husband as she stroked the thick, rock hard, black as night, fuck stick belonging to one of their slaves. Her naked husband sat in a chair in their bedroom, staring at what his wife was doing with the more than impressive cock, and listening to the voice with which she was speaking to him. That voice made his smaller, less intimidating, white dick throb with stiffness as his elevated heart rate pumped the blood and his arousal throughout his body. On strict orders from his wife, he had not come in over a month.
"Would my dear, sweet, little, wimp of a husband like to see his sexy wife suck this big coon cock?" She teased in a syrupy voice.
"Yes Dear." Charles answered.
"Say please." She tormented him more.
"Pleeeease.", Charles whined.
"Say, 'Please suck Abraham's big nigger dick, Dear.'" She told him, still stroking Abraham, their big 6 foot, and sturdily built slave's rigid baby maker.
"Please suck Abraham's big nigger dick." Charles replied in a defeated manner, although it turned him on to no end to be cuckolded by his sexy wife. The fact that she did it regularly, with this slave, was so humiliating, and it was hard to take sometimes.
"Ok, if you insist Charles." She teased him, before taking most of Abraham's rigid pipe into her mouth. She sucked and stroked and slurped and drooled all over the imposing black meat. She did so love to suck dicks bigger than her husbands, and especially right in front of him. When she wasn't doing it in front of him, she was doing it with him hidden in a closet or peeking through a cracked door, watching. There were not too many merchants in Charleston from which she hadn't gotten a discount by lending each of them a "hand"... or a mouth for that matter. Then of course there was Perkins, Cottonwood Plantation's slave handler. It wasn't a month after her husband hired the strapping mature man that Charlotte had found herself bent over her husband's desk in his study, taking Perkin's dick from behind, while Charles looked on through the cracked door; with his mother standing right next to him no less.
After slobbering all over Abraham's cock and getting it nice and slick, Charlotte stood and pulled off her dress and petticoat, just leaving her corset on, as she bent over the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Abraham stood about three feet from her with his erect pole pointing out from his pelvis. He knew better than to proceed without permission. He had made that mistake the first time he had fucked "The Queen of the Plantation". Amongst themselves, the slaves all called her that because they all knew that she ruled the roost. In his presence, they called Charles, "Master", although privately they referred to him as "Rufus", because that was the name of the family dog. Charles was more like "The Dog of the Manner" because of the way they knew he was treated by Charlotte. The gossip from the domestic slaves was so juicy and revealing. They had no idea that Charles liked the treatment as much as Charlotte enjoyed issuing it, and that the two of them truly did have a loving relationship.
"Charles, tell this fine nigger to fuck me, Now!" Charlotte demanded, staring directly at him as he sat on the other side of the bed in the chair.
"Yes my love." Charles replied, before turning to Abraham and saying, "Fuck my slut of a wife, spook." The derogatory name made Charles feel like he was he was somewhat in charge, even though everyone, including him knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.
"Yes Massa." Abraham retorted, before mounting Charlotte and beginning to fuck her silly. Charles watched with a raging hard on as his "property" gave his wife the fucking of a lifetime.
***** 15 Years Earlier, Richmond, Virginia******
Charles was 18 years old. He had woken up one night and had to pee. It was winter so that meant he would have to get dressed to go outside to the outhouse. He really didn't want to go out there, but he couldn't hold it, so he grabbed a robe and headed downstairs. When he opened his door and headed out onto the second-floor landing, he was surprised to see the lights still on downstairs. His uncle from England had arrived this morning, so he figured his dad and his older brother were catching up. When he heard his mother's unmistakable cries of pleasure, he was confused. Why wouldn't his parents be having sex in their room upstairs, especially since they had a visitor? Again, his mom's moans penetrated his ears. He became very curious as all this whipped through his mind. He tiptoed down the stairs and peeked his head around the corner into the parlor. What he saw would change his life forever. There on the couch, was his mother being fucked by his uncle as his dad just sat there in the chair opposite them stroking his prick, watching it all.
"Oh fuck Liam, I have missed your big fucking cock so much." Charles' mom Abigail moaned as her brother-in-law fucked her slowly and deeply.
"Haven't I been saying that, William?" Abigail addressed her husband. "Haven't I been saying for months how much I missed the feel of his big, fat, wonderful cock, honey?"
"Yes, my dear." Charles' father replied, still feverishly stroking his penis.
"Your little penis just can't do to me what your big brother's can. It feels Sooooooo, Daaaaaaaamn, Gooooooooood!" She moaned with extreme pleasure.
"I know, my love." William replied again with humility.
"What's the matter Billy, you ashamed of your little prick?" Liam chided his younger brother.
"Be nice Liam, William can't help that he was born with a wittle, itty, bitty, baby penis, can you Willy?" Abigail teased him, using her pet name for her husband.
"No, my love." William replied, his dick getting ever so close to coming. His wife's words spurring it on almost uncontrollably.
William had forgotten how much her words and the sight of his wife getting fucked by another man turned him on. It had been over a year since William had moved his family to America. He had hoped taking away the temptations his wife had in England would help them be able to have a normal marriage. His wife had been fucking not only his older brother back in England, but several other men, and doing it right in front of him. She had done it so blatantly, that his reputation in their home town had been tarnished to the point that his business had almost gone bankrupt. No one had any respect for him and none of them wanted to do business with him. His father-in-law's money was now the only reason he had anything and was able to move his family to America. Originally, his indebtedness to Abigail's dad was the reason he couldn't leave her. However, now he had discovered the fact that he loved her and admired her so deeply that he inexplicably craved her treatment.
In America, William proceeded to buy a farm and move his wife away from the temptations, hoping his reputation would not be like it was back in England. Things had been great for about a year. However, for the last few months Abigail had been a complete bitch and demanded that they sail his brother across the Atlantic so she could get the proper fucking she deserved. She had begun the humiliation again, teasing him and reminding him how much better it was for her, when she got fucked properly by a real man, and how much he enjoyed watching it. She would stroke his dick and tease him about how small it was and how she needed more. Finally, his pecker would erupt like a rocket, confirming everything his wife had just said.
Charles continued to watch as his uncle picked up the pace and began fucking his mom with vigor. She responded, by urging him on, "Yes lover, fuck me! Fuck me like my needle dicked husband never could. Make me come! Make me come hard!"
This was too much for William, and his dick exploded. Cum shot out all over the floor, the chair on which he was sitting, and his naked body. Charles couldn't believe his eyes. How could his father not only sit and watch his wife commit adultery, but actually get off on it? Inexplicably, he noticed his dick was hard as well. He continued to watch for some time as his mother was fucked to orgasm more than once. He had never looked at his mother in a sexual way, but the whole scene just got to him. He found himself several times unconsciously sliding his hand in his pants, but pulled it out immediately when he noticed. When fucking ended, he realized he had never gone out to pee and had to quietly rush outside, not even making it to the outhouse, just unleashing his full bladder off the back porch onto the ground. He snuck back up to his room without being detected by his family.
Once in his room, Charles couldn't sleep. The memories of his uncle pounding his mother in front of his father were too much. He eventually had to masturbate. He recalled his mother moaning and cooing at his uncle. He pictured her breasts swaying back and forth as his uncle fucked her doggy style, her nice round, smooth ass rocking back and forth against the pelvic thrusts of his uncle. He remembered being impressed with the size of his uncle's cock, and how it slid in and out of his mother's very wet pussy. The sounds of their fucking raucously splashed around in his head as he stroked his very hard pecker. His view of his mother was changed forever. His orgasm was like none he had ever had. His cum blasted from his convulsing cock; landing all over him and his bedding. He was so spent when he finished, he wouldn't even bother to clean up before falling fast asleep. This planted the cuckold seed that would be later cultivated by his future wife with the help of his mother.
Charles spent the next few months observing the interaction between his parents. He had never noticed in the past, but now he did see how his mother was definitely the more dominant one in their relationship, although very subtly. To his surprise, both seemed to be very happy in their marriage. He thought to himself, if this is what makes them so happy, maybe there is some validity to it.
One day he finally got up the nerve to ask his father about what he had seen, and what he had noticed about their relationship since that night in the parlor. His father was quite embarrassed that his son had witnessed his cuckolding, but after Charles assured him that his secret was safe with him, the two talked openly about it. His father put his mind at ease about how his mother talked to him during the cuckolding sessions and told him that both of them fully enjoyed the experiences, and were quite content with how things were. Although quite contrary to the norm, this again made Charles think that maybe it was ok for a married couple to have such a relationship.
******Some Years Later, Charleston, South Carolina******
Charles was on his knees picking up a mess in his shop the day Charlotte walked in and he met her for the first time. She strolled up alongside him and stared down at him. His submissive core, which he didn't even realize he had at this point in his life, immediately came to life, instantaneously melting any resistance he would have toward his future wife. He looked up at her. The first thing he noticed was the swell of her significant breasts. Next, it was the angelic beauty of her face. He immediately stood up to greet her. He extended his dirty hand to introduce himself.
