Beau missed the people he'd known at Southdown Plantation. Especially Belle-Anne, who'd raised him, and Ol' Lucas, who had taught him blacksmithing. And despite his new and intense sexual experiences, he found himself thinking a lot about Sara, the kitchen girl that he'd occasionally bathed with.
A few months had now passed since he was purchased by Helen Boudreaux (Missus Helen), the mistress of Bonne Fleur Estate. He had acclimated to his daily chores: tending the two horses and the single ox, cleaning the stables, and maintaining Missus Helen's carriage and the wagon used for supplies and transporting himself and the other slaves. He also did minor blacksmithing and on occasion he was expected to drive the wagon if needed.
As he'd been taught by Belle-Anne: "Be respec'ful an' do what you told...`"
He did his best to follow this mantra, complete his chores and stay "unnoticed" like he'd been able to do back at Southdown, although it was much harder since Bonne Fleur was smaller by comparison. He saw everyone everyday and they in turn saw and noticed him.
Although he really liked her, Beau was most nervous and uncertain about his relationship to Regine, the older slave woman who had recently taken his virginity. She seemed to "be in charge" of the estate. There was a white overseer, Mr. Rainier, who occasionally appeared to provide instructions, but it was very apparent that he also answered to her.
All of Missus Helen's instructions and desires flowed through Regine. She was the eyes, ears and voice of the rarely seen mistress.
"I'm gon' come an' git you tonight..." Regine announced to him one evening as the slaves ended their supper.
"Yessam..." Beau nodded, as the other slaves smiled or gave knowing glances.
"Leave some fo' me..." Cleo whispered to Regine as they cleared the table.
When Beau returned to his cabin he was anxious and semi-hard. He looked forward to another opportunity to be with Regine, but he also knew that it might include another encounter with Missus Helen.
"I'm ready fo' you..." Regine stood there with a sly smile when she knocked on his door carrying a lantern. It was just after dark.
She led him to the rear-entrance of the Big House, through the kitchen and down to the cellar where the rooms for the house-slaves (herself, Venus and Samuel) were located. Her single room was just slightly larger than his, containing a bed, chest, table and chair. There was a small window close to the ceiling on one wall and the room was lit and warmed by the coals glowing in the small fireplace. There was a large wash-basin, half filled with warm water.
She placed the lantern on the mantle and began undressing.
"Com' on an' help..." Regine smiled.
Beau nervously approached and assisted with undoing the buttons and ties of her dress, cotton stay and petticoat. His erection was bulging in his breeches by the time she was naked.
"Now you..." she said pulling his shirt over his head.
When his clothes were also tossed onto the floor Regine took his hand and they stepped into the wash-basin. She pulled two sponges from the water, gave one to him and they began cleaning each other. When the bathing was done and they were dry, she took a jar from the table that contained oil extracts from vegetables and nuts. They proceeded to smear the contents over one another, massaging it into their skin.
"Make sure you git some on my breas'..." she smiled as she slowly massaged oil over his cock and balls. She thrust her breasts forward and gasped when he gently rubbed the solution on her sensitive nipples.
Regine sat on the chair and spread her legs.
"An' my lady-parts will needs some tendin' to..." She smiled.
Beau knelt between her thighs and gently rubbed oil into her curly pubic-hairs, and her swollen pussy-lips.
"Now I wants you to kiss me down there...do jus' like I showed you befo'..." Regine said when he was done. She sounded like a small child asking for a piece of candy. "Like when we was wit' Missus...you remembers, right...?"
Beau definitely remembered. In fact, he'd jerked off almost every night thinking about going down on her ever since. He'd been craving her taste and smell. Beau pressed his mouth into her crotch and licked her like she was made of honey. He inhaled her scent.
"Oh my sweet lawd...!" Regine soon cried out over and over. Beau licked and sucked her clit as beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her thighs trembled. She firmly held the back of his head and her toes flexed and curled. The wooden chair creaked under her weight and scraped against the floor.
"Beau...Oh Beau...!" she gasped until her orgasm subsided. "I jus' loves it when you do that to me..."
She was already looking forward to the next time he would make her cum like this.
"Git up on ta the bed..." Beau told her taking charge and pulling away with his face covered in her juices.
"Wha...?!" Regine reacted slightly thrown off, but fully willing to do anything that he said. She just needed him to continue. She quickly moved to the bed. Beau climbed in next to her and began kissing her as he ran his hand between her thighs.
"I'mma take care a' you, Miss Regine..." Beau whispered as he planted kisses on her neck and shoulders. Soon he was sucking on her breasts, while his fingers continued to play with her pussy which was still wet, quivering and sensitive.
Normally Regine did not like her sex-partners to take charge. She had been forced to submit on too many occasions for their pleasure and be left unsatisfied. But now her head swam as she eagerly gave in to him.
"Oh yeah, suga..." she moaned and begged. "Take me...please..."
Beau soon buried his face between her thighs again and went at her intensely. He tried different things to learn what she did and didn't like: gentle and slow, no fingers inside her, and lots of tongue, especially on the "little-button" at the top of her pussy.
Regine moaned and screamed his name again as she tossed and clawed at the mattress and cotton sheet. She was thoroughly hooked on the act of Beau eating her pussy.
"Beau...Beau...!" she screamed as she started to cum. "Oh Suga...I'm 'bout to...-gasp-...c" She was unable to finish or form words at that point, and barely able to catch her breath.
Beau was completely fascinated - by what he was doing, and by how her body reacted. He'd never had "control" of another person like this before. He had thoughts of taking her and pleasing her over and over.
He sat back on his knees and watched. She twisted and turned, and occasionally shuddered, bunching the white cotton bed-sheet up around her. Her body was covered in oil and sweet, and her chest heaved and her eyes-lids flutter.
"Com' mere'...suga..." she panted after a while. "I wanna feel you up inside me..."
He got on top and they kissed long and hard and wet. She pulled him closer and guided his cock inside.
"Lawd..." Beau moaned as the walls of her cunt pulse and tightened around his cock. He still found it hard to believe that anything could feel this good.
"Go slow, suga...please..." Regine moaned wrapping her arms around him. "Go nice an' slow...le's take our time..."
He was more than happy to make this last as long as possible. Beau proceeded to hump and grind into her at a slow and steady pace for as long as he could. They rocked the bed, sweated and humped until the mattress was soaked and the room stunk of sex.
"Miss Regine..." Beau finally gasped. "I'm bouta spill ma' seed..."
"Let me see it, suga..." she answered pushing him up.
Beau lifted up and slipped out of her. Regine took a firm grip on his cock and stroked until he shot his load into her hands. She licked a few drops of his sticky cum from her fingers and smiled at him.
"That's a good load..." she said admiringly.
They cleaned up and returned to the bed.
