White Femdom 4 Black Men: Southern

"Lionel Brown, I am not your owner anymore, you need to leave the McAvoy Plantation, the Emancipation Proclamation is now the law of the land," said Esther McAvoy. The tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, fifty-something white woman looked at the tall young black man and sighed. It was a hot afternoon in the heart of the Mississippi Delta. Days ago, the former slaves of the McAvoy Plantation left, never to return. They went to establish themselves near Clarksdale, where they would work as sharecroppers. Esther thought she'd seen the last of them. What the fuck was Lional Brown doing here?

"Miss McAvoy, I don't want to be with the others, I want to stay with you and serve you, always," said Lionel. Esther looked at the tall, strapping and muscular, dark-skinned young man. To many black women, newly freed, Lionel would seem like quite a catch. He was tall, dark and handsome. Esther sighed and pondered the young man's frame of mind. Lionel was a hard worker and he didn't complain. Esther always thought he'd do well as a freeman. In fact, if it hadn't been for her late husband Dwight McAvoy, who died at the Battle of Antietam, Esther would have freed Lionel a long time ago.

"I am selling the plantation to a Russian man named Ivan Karpov and moving to Massachusetts, my brother Stanley lives there with his family, I am done with the South," Esther said firmly. Lionel looked at her plaintively. Clearly, he was not thrilled to hear what she had to say. Well, Esther wanted out of the damn south now that the Confederacy was no more. Reconstruction was on the horizon and Esther didn't want to stick around for it. There were greener pastures in the great state of Massachusetts.

"Please take me with you," Lionel pleaded and Esther shook her head. When Esther was born, slavery was in vogue across the southern United States but times have changed. Part of her never agreed to it. Negro men and Negro women were human beings, not property. The casual cruelty which whites doled out to people of color never sat right with Esther. Of course Esther wasn't a big enough hypocrite that she couldn't admit that slavery kept her family quite wealthy. The McAvoy family owned houses in places like Memphis, Clarksdale, Mobile, Boston and Hartford. From north to south, they were wealthy and powerful.

"You must be with your own, Lionel, I know that freedom seems like a scary thing but it is good for you," Esther said with sad patience. Lionel took a deep breath and wondered if he should reveal a hidden truth about himself. A while ago, before Esther's husband, plantation owner Dwight McAvoy went to fight for the confederacy, Lionel spied on him and the missus during one of their intimate moments. What the young black man saw happening in the master's bedroom absolutely astonished and inspired him. From that day forward, Lionel was a changed man.

"I don't want to be with my own, ma'am, I want to be yours, like Dwight was yours," Lionel said, and Esther grimaced. The middle-aged southern white woman was pissed off by what the newly freed young black man said. Even after Emancipation, some things were not allowed. Black men and white women being together openly was not acceptable to the South especially right after the end of the American Civil War. Esther resisted the urge to reprimand Lionel physically. There was nobody else around to defend her in case he wanted to retaliate.

"Lionel, you may be a freedman, but I am a southern white woman, we can never be together," Esther said firmly. With that, she looked him up and down, then walked away. Lionel hesitated, and then, violating all manner of rules and protocols, he grabbed Esther's hand. Esther was so astonished that she simply froze and didn't say anything. Esther looked at Lionel with fear. Was he about to beat her? Violate her? At the end of the day, men are stronger than women. Esther didn't have a gun or a knife on her. There was nobody else around. Esther was at Lionel's mercy.

"Ma'am, I don't want to harm you, or do things to you against your will, I once saw you do things to Mr. Dwight, you tied him up and whipped him and inserted things into his backdoor, I was turned on by that," Lionel said, and Esther gasped in shock. Lionel let go of Esther's hand and then took a step backwards. Esther looked at Lionel and shook her head. The fact that he'd spied on her while she was playing the role of a dominatrix for her late husband wasn't a surprise. What the fuck did he want from her?

"Lionel, I don't care if you spied on me and Dwight, he's dead, I'm a widow, the plantation is being sold, you're a free man, get out of here," Esther said with a sigh. Lionel shook his head, looking very contrite. Esther took a deep breath and then walked toward the main house. Chancing a glance at Lionel, Esther gasped, astonished by what she saw. Lionel stripped naked, and Esther couldn't help notice his musculature, his dark skin, and that huge black cock jutting between his legs. Lionel got on his knees and bowed his head.

"Ma'am, I want to be yours for all time, to serve you in whatever way that you choose, fuck the Emancipation Proclamation, this Negro man wants to serve a dominant southern white woman, spiritually, physically and sexually, if she so wishes," Lionel said firmly. Esther looked at Lionel and a cruel smile tinged the corner of her lips. Women are much more opportunistic than men. Women are also designed to exploit the weaknesses of men. Delilah exploited Samson's weakness. Eve exploited Adam's weakness. It is simply the order of things.

"Rise, Lionel, I accept you as my slave, fuck Emancipation, I am reclaiming you," Esther said with a wicked smile. Lionel looked up and her and smiled, then bowed his head once more. The naked black male slave dutifully followed his dominant southern white mistress into the main house. The McAvoy plantation was empty, save for Esther and Lionel. The former slaves, now freedmen and freedwomen, were gone. So were the overseers, the book keepers and others. A certain naughty white woman and her favorite black man had the place to themselves...

"Oh yes," Lionel said, smiling as Esther unleashed fresh hell upon him. The tall, muscular and very naked young black man knelt before the dominant, sexy southern white woman. Esther wore a red bra and rad panties which contrasted nicely against her pale skin. After donning leather gloves, Esther slapped Lionel's dark, handsome face. The black man winced and nodded as the mature white woman slapped his face. Laughing, Esther spat in Lionel's face and amazingly, he drank her spit and then thanked her for it.

"Welcome back, Lionel, this is where you belong," Esther said, and Lionel nodded gratefully. Next, Esther bent Lionel over and lubricated his asshole with oil after spreading his sweet black ass wide open. Taking a phallic piece of wood carved into the likeness of an erect penis, Esther slowly pushed it into Lionel's ass. The young black man cried out as the dominant mature white woman worked the makeshift dildo up his ass. After filling Lionel's ass with the dildo, Esther grabbed his huge black cock.

"I belong to you," Lionel whispered, and Esther nodded, then slapped his face. Under Esther's roof, Lionel would do well to speak only when spoken to. Lionel nodded and fell silent. Esther grinned, and then leaned over. Just like that, the mature white woman took the black man's cock into her mouth. Using her free hand to thrust the wooden phallus in and out of Lionel's ass, Esther stroked his balls while sucking his big black cock. Esther sucked Lionel's big black cock until he came, and when he did, she drank his seed.

"Got something for you," Esther said to Lionel, and she made him get on the floor. Lying flat on his back, Lionel looked up as Esther pulled off her panties, revealing her hairy white pussy. Giggling, the mature white woman squatted over the young black man's face and pissed on him. Lionel smiled and happily drank Esther's piss. Grasping Esther's thick ass cheeks, Lionel slid his tongue into her asshole. Esther moaned in pleasure as Lionel licked her asshole. Oh yeah, he definitely knows what she likes. Good times.

"Fuck yeah, give it to me," Lionel said, as Esther drenched his face with her juices. After Lionel licked her pussy and ass, Esther found herself horny. The mature white woman grabbed the young black man's cock and rubbed it against her pussy. Lionel looked up at Esther. This wasn't fun and games anymore. They were crossing a line. Esther smiled and inserted Lionel's big black cock into her already wet, hairy southern white pussy. Esther rested her hands on Lionel's broad shoulders as he slammed his cock into her.

"Lionel, I claim you, and I want you to claim me, fuck the south, fuck the north, fuck whiteness, fuck darkness, we are humans, and I am your woman," Esther declared in a fierce voice. Lionel smiled and then slapped Esther's big white ass as he fucked her. Esther squealed in delight and moaned deeply as Lionel's big black cock filled her sweet white pussy. Esther urged Lionel to get rough with her and he happily obliged her. Esther licked her lips approvingly as Lionel slapped her face while fucking her. If Robert E. Lee could see them now. The mature white woman and the young black man fucked like there was no tomorrow. When dawn came, it found them sprawled on the carpet. Oh yeah, it had been a hot and passionate night in Mississippi...

A few months later, Esther McAvoy, esteemed Mississippian widow, arrived in Boston, Massachusetts, with her major-domo Lionel Brown. The two of them lived in a townhouse not far from the area that would later be known as Boston's Back Bay. Esther was quite supportive of the local Negro causes, donating plenty of money to Negro education initiatives. As to the exact nature of Esther's relationship with Lionel, there was much speculation, some of it scandalous, but nothing was ever proven.

When Esther McAvoy died in 1876, she left all of her worldly possessions to Lionel Brown, much to the chagrin of greater Boston society. A law firm spearheaded by progressive Jewish attorneys made sure that the state of Massachusetts allowed Lionel Brown to enjoy his new inheritance. Esther had been quite generous in life, and as her inheritor, Lionel became the richest black person in America. Lionel Brown became a financial supporter of Morehouse College in Atlanta, Georgia, and was on its board of directors until his death in 1907. Lionel Brown never married, in spite of many women, both black and white, pursuing him. After Lionel's death, he was buried at the Notre Dame Cemetery next to Esther McAvoy, as per his wishes.