This is a collaboration with Lit author pissyprincess.
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January 12th, 1858
"Slavery is morally wrong," Ethan said, although in a calm voice.
After all, Ethan was a guest in his Uncle Jake's house on the outskirts of Atlanta. As family they would try to treat each other with civility. Ethan was there, however, as a reporter for Leslie's Illustrated Magazine, to write a story about conditions in one of the great cities of the South, and so it was not surprising that his Uncle Jake was suspicious, while at the same time going out of his way to be polite.
"Well, Ethan, from a certain point of view you are probably right," Jake said in his Southern drawl, clearly trying to be genial as they sipped their brandies after a fine supper.
Jake was a solid man of 45, handsome and well-groomed, with a mustache and fancy clothes that he wore even at home. Although his neck tie had been removed, he was in his patterned silk shirt with slacks and black leather shoes.
Ethan was two decades younger than his uncle, and he too was still formally dressed in a suit, and hadn't even removed his tie yet, although he had loosened it. Since it was in the dead of winter it was cool enough even inside that they weren't especially warm.
Jake went on, saying, "Yes, in the long view, you're probably right, but this is a question that's bigger than either of us. Bigger than any one man. And for the time being, the Supreme Court of the land has said--"
"The Dred Scott decision is an abomination!" Ethan said, this time more loudly.
Jake's beautiful house slave, Jessie, suddenly entered the room through the swinging doors of the kitchen, looking slightly startled by their guest's outburst.
So far Jake seemed quite considerate of Jessie, and this hadn't gone unnoticed by Ethan.
Jessie said, "Is there anything I can get for you gentlemen? May I refresh your brandies?"
"Actually, Jessie," Jake said, "please bring in a bottle of that Moët & Chandon Champagne that Ethan was so generous to bring us a case of--and all the way France too. Wasn't that just kindness and generosity itself?"
"Certainly," Jessie said, with a faint smile, "And should I bring in the chocolate sweets as well?"
"Yes, Jessie," Jake said with warmth, "That would be most fitting."
Jessie departed, leaving the two men to resume their conversation. Jake talked about how since Jessie was a house slave, and was expected to converse with company, he had educated her with fine tutors, and had allowed her free range of his extensive personal library.
Soon the woman being talked about returned with the bottle of Champagne, two crystal glasses, and a tray of assorted chocolates.
"Oh, Jessie!" Ethan said, "You've only brought two glasses. Please won't you join us too in enjoying this Champagne? It's bubbly, just a bit sweet, and entirely delightful."
Jessie smiled warmly at Ethan's suggestion, but looked to her master Jake for permission.
Jake smiled at her, nodded, and said to both of them, "Of course. Jessie, please sit down. I can see that nothing would please Ethan more than for you to join us, in something like equality."
Ethan smiled at Jessie and said, "Yes, please Jessie."
Ethan noticed that Jessie's beautiful low-cut dress displayed her cleavage in a pleasing way. He'd never seen a black woman's breasts, but suddenly he wanted to. And he noticed that Jessie was in fact a pleasing shade of light brown. He knew that the races mixed, even though it wasn't usually talked of in polite company, and as Jessie went to retrieve another glass Ethan wondered about her parentage.
Jessie was delighted she'd been asked to join the men, but she tried to keep those feelings subtle. Sometimes Master Jake asked her to sit with him, but it wasn't often she was invited to join when there was company. To think highly enough of a slave to have them join in the socialization of free men was an uncommon thing. Her Master, however, was kind to her, as least in his corrupt way, and had educated her and taught her how to talk like a proper girl. Her education by some tutors was actually quite good, and very unusual for an enslaved person.
Jessie didn't speak much, choosing to listen to the men's conversation as she sat with her Champagne glass. She was lucky her normal clothes were made out of cotton and not the linsey-woolsey fabric which was rough and much more common for slave clothing. Her master was of high enough standing that he could afford to dress her well. Never as well as a high-class free woman though. That night, however, Jessie wore the dress Jake had given her which was saved for special occasions. The dress was a light yellowish color and white lace on it, with long full sleeves gathered to a cuff, dropped shoulders, and full skirt. It buttoned at the front, which made it something of a temptation for wicked men.
She didn't reach for the chocolates until Ethan spoke directly to her again, and said, "Please, won't you try one?"
"Thank you, Master Ethan," she murmured, bowing her head a little before selecting one of the chocolates on the table.
"Mm, wonderful," she said after taking a bite.
Truthfully, the smooth and rich treat was one of the most delicious things she had ever experienced. Jessie also had the same feeling about the Champagne, but being her first time trying it, she did find the bubbly liquid slightly ticklish to her mouth, but in a good way.
She poured another round of Champagne when their first glassed were drained. Even with two glasses Jessie found herself feeling a little tipsy. She was glad the men weren't talking to her directly. Nonetheless, she had noticed Ethan glance at her a few times with admiration.
Jessie wasn't new to the ashamed lusts of white men. Her face was beautiful, and her shapely figure had tempted guests before. Jake welcomed it, proud his slave girl was so desired. Jessie often disliked this, while tolerating it. But sometimes, like tonight, she did somewhat enjoy the attention. And she admitted to herself that she was actually attracted to Ethan.
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After dinner, Jake excused himself early to wash up and go to bed. During that time Jake met with Jessie in his bedroom, and as he undressed he gave her instructions.
Jake said, "I'd like you to show young Master Ethan the same hospitality you showed to Mayor Campbell."
"Yes, Master Jake," Jessie nodded obediently. Since turning 18 the year before, Jake had instructed her to be hospitable with a few guests of high standing, Mayor Campbell being the latest and most notable.
Once the Mayor was alone with Jessie in his guest room, she had, at Jake's orders, flirted with him. She soon made it clear to the Mayor that he could have his way with her--at least to a point. She let him unbutton her dress--the same one that she wore for Ethan--revealing her beautiful and perky breasts.
She knew the Mayor had already heard from Jake that Jessie was skilled with her mouth, and so she wasn't surprised when he gently but firmly pressed Jessie to her knees in front of him, and released his swollen manhood, which was fairly large. Jessie spoke with feigned awe and wonder at the gift she was being given, and immediately serviced the Mayor's cock with her mouth.
She massaged his shaft with one hand, while at the same time sucking on his cockhead. His gasps showed her that soon he was already close, and she decided to finish him quickly with a skill she'd learned from another enslaved woman. Jessie took hold of the Mayor's legs with both hands and forced his cockhead into her throat.
As she expected and hoped, the Mayor immediately started spilling his seed down her throat, while groaning, "Oh Jessie! Uhh!"
Choking slightly, she eased his cock back into her mouth, as he continued to thrust and empty all of his seed into her mouth in several spurts.
Swallowing it all in a few gulps as if it were a delicious treat, she soon smiled up at him and said, "Will that be all, Mr. Mayor? Would you like for me to visit you again in the morning?"
The Mayor smiled, put his man snake back in his pants, and said, "Yes, Jessie, I would like to to attend to me again in the morning. And you can tell your Master that I'll have for him that license for his new downtown clothing store quite soon."
Although the Mayor was several years older than Jake, he was still a fine-looking man. He had been most appreciative after releasing his seed into Jessie's mouth the next morning again, and the Mayor did indeed confer that favor on Ethan--which Jessie felt that she had really earned.
But Jessie confessed to herself that she actually often enjoyed servicing men in this way. They were so clearly desperate for her, and so grateful afterward. Although she still felt men's cocks, as she heard Jake call them, looked strange at times, she enjoyed the men's raw desire, and even usually the taste of their seed. She was saved by Ethan for only a few special men, and she came to realize that these men somehow knew that she was really Jake's daughter.
Jessie's mother had died giving birth to her, and Jessie knew very little about her. Jake spoke fondly of her, and said she was a beautiful and kind woman, but that was about all Jessie knew of her mother, and she felt the loss keenly.
Jake continued on, saying, "Ethan is family. He's really your family too, even though he doesn't know that yet, and so I want you to make him feel welcome. Tonight, Jessie, you are to give yourself to him fully."
"Tonight?" she repeated. "All the way?" She wasn't really trying to protest, but she had been taken off guard. He'd never asked her to give her body fully before.
Jessie wasn't a virgin, as her Master knew. Six months earlier she'd had sex once, which had hurt somewhat, with a fellow enslaved man named Toby, who after that had run away. That was in fact why she let Toby have his way with her, because she liked him, and knew she'd probably never see him again.
Jake continued on, saying, "Ethan is a good man. And I can see he is powerfully attracted to your beauty, as well as to your intelligence. He might make a good husband for you, if you can turn the trick of making him fall for you, not just in lust, but in love."
Jessie said quietly, looking at the carpeted floor, "Perhaps, Master Jake, but I don't really know. And I think it's cruel of you to play with our lives like this,".
But Ethan was handsome, well-spoken, and seemingly kind-hearted. She could have been given to far worse. But she couldn't quite believe that her Master would give her up.
