Carolina Learns the Ropes

The following is one of a series of standalone tales concerning the adventures of a group of characters inhabiting a plantation in the antebellum south.

All persons were over eighteen years of age at the time of any encounters described here.

Charlotte

Charlotte was born and brought up by her moderately well-off landowner parents on a large estate in the eastern counties of England in the early 19th century. She was particularly tall and well proportioned, for a woman of that period, with long raven black hair contrasting with her pale skin. Her eyes were a vivid emerald green that held the gaze of all but the strongest person.

Charlotte met and married a rather dashing American plantation owner during one of his trading visits to the 'old country'. Richard was nearly twenty years older than Charlotte. She would be his second wife, the first having died in childbirth with what would have been his first child. Charlotte was swept off her feet by the suave, smooth talking older man with the lazy southern drawl. She soon found herself a married woman, regularly on her back being fucked hard most nights. Both of these states suited her down to the ground.

She naturally moved over to join Richard at his family property in the southern state of Mississippi. His plantation was one of the more prosperous ones in the area producing mainly cotton and livestock with a workforce of some seventy or so black workers. These should, more accurately, be referred using their correct title - slaves.

Richard's vigorous fucking soon yielded fruit in the form of Carolina. Edward followed a year later. A third pregnancy ended in a still birth with the complication that internal injuries meant Charlotte could have no further children.

As the children grew and no longer needed quite such a high level of attention from their mother Charlotte began to look around for other things to occupy her. She soon realised that, with the ban on importing new slaves, there was a requirement for home grown. To that end she purchased a pair of strong healthy males to service the few women on the plantation but mainly to provide good quality breeding material for their neighbours. There were some plantations that had large numbers of females kept mainly for propagation. Charlotte decided that this was a step too far.

Business flourished as the other owners realised that they could breed their females without having to purchase their own quality bull. Charlotte's enterprise proved to be a win-win situation for all concerned. To assist in the program, she had one of the barns converted to provide a suitable environment for her clients.

Carolina

Carolina was Charlotte's firstborn, having made her first appearance in the summer of 1835. She soon grew into a very attractive and healthy young woman totally in her mother's likeness. She was a magnet for the young men in the area but showed little reciprocal interest. This did not worry her parents in the slightest as they suspected that an important part of her attraction was the potentially lucrative dowry.

Her dark hair was fine and naturally curly which made proved ideal when the fashion changed to favour long hair with ringlets.

She was educated by a governess in the arts of reading, writing and arithmetic, excelling in the latter. Her education was a particularly broad one for a woman of that period. Her parents were both well read and insisted that all of their children should be educated to the limit of their ability. Richard, in particular, knew how easily an uneducated person could be fooled and swindled. He intended to provide as much protection against the wiles of the world for his offspring as possible.

Carolina began to help her mother Charlotte with the slave inspections. Charlotte had decided that once Carolina was old enough to understand how the breeding side of the plantation worked, she should learn the trade fully, so to speak. Carolina followed Charlotte around when they visited the slave compound and listened intently while her mother discussed any problems that might arise.

Carolina showed a natural aptitude for the bookkeeping that was an essential part of the trade. Charlotte was, to put it mildly, ambivalent about the bookwork though fully understanding its importance. She was more than happy to pass the task over to her eager daughter now that she had passed eighteen. Charlotte became impressed with Carolina's natural talent for selecting and then assigning the best pairings for the bulls. Charlotte soon had very few qualms about letting her daughter handle that side of the business. They lived far out in the countryside and all accepted that livestock needed to be bred. It was all part of the operation of commerce.

Carolina soon developed a fascination for watching the huge muscular black men mounting the women and shoving their large things in and out. The cries from the women and the satisfied male grunts enthralled her. Her mother had explained the process to her, and it did not take long for the young woman to fully understand exactly what the cock was pumping into the pussy. She just accepted it as being what it was. The realisation was further enhanced by the following sequence of swollen bellies and the production of screaming infants a few months later.

She enjoyed watching the cock and pussy bit as it gave her a warm feeling in her belly, but the distended bellies, difficult walking, and the later messy stuff was something she decided she could do without, thank you very much. The actual birth was, she decided, something she was certainly not planning to add to her to-do list.

She had played with the black kids as a child because they were there, and there were no other white kids around apart from her brother and the occasional visit from friends and cousins. She was always called Miss Carolina; no greater familiarity was expected or tolerated. The deference increased as she grew older, more confident, and far more assertive.

Her work in the barn gave her an enhanced sense of curiosity into the differences between the boys and the girls. She soon realised that at some point in the not-too-distant future the girls would be big enough to be pushed over the table and fucked until they produced. One or two of the fitter boys might be rewarded with partners for a few years, most would probably remain mainly celibate. Farm policy was to reward good performers with a regular, albeit temporary, companion to fuck or be fucked by.

The really lucky lads might have the chance to become bulls, although that was not the easy option some might thought. Charlotte was a very exacting mistress and kept all her bulls to a very strict regimen to ensure high performance. The reliability of their impregnating ability and the quality of their offspring were critical factors. Anyone dropping below her standards soon found himself being sold and shipped off the plantation to end up sweating in the fields under a very hot sun and the whip of the overseer.

Carolina often played with thoughts of how to pair the girls with suitable partners. Her playmates did not realise it at the time, but their future was being planned for them by Miss Carolina. As she grew into adulthood, part of her fun was to take her associates into one of the sheds and practice examining them as she had seen her mother do.

None of the youths were really developed enough to produce anything resembling a decent sustainable erection but they did provide Carolina with a more than basic idea of how they were constructed. She got to know the feel of their balls in her hand and how sensitive they were to mistreatment; a point not lost on the recipient.

The young women were a different game altogether. She had never seen her mother with another woman, that was not one of Charlottes preferences, at that time. Carolina did have an advantage in that her fingers knew their way around her own pussy and had no difficulty in transferring that knowledge to her playmates. It did not take her long before her fingers were completely exploring their soft bodies, internally as well as externally. Many of the female slaves found themselves pushed back against one of the barn railings or columns, their dress pushed up around their waist or down by their ankles, while Miss Carolina's eager fingers worked at exploring their pussy. She loved the twitching and their moans as she plundered the hidden treasures. The feel of hot juices flowing over her hand made her own pussy ache. It didn't take her long to learn that a compliant tongue was ideally suited to providing her with the required relief.

There was plenty of choice. She explored the charms of most ages but was increasingly drawn to those somewhat older than herself. She found the fuller breasts and well used pussy much more interesting. She found the ability to insert several fingers and indeed her whole hand rather exciting. She soon discovered that it was better if her toy was leaning forward against the railings with their legs spread wide while her hand plundered the depths from behind. A couple of her favourites could completely accommodate her hand, allowing her fingers to explore deep into their cavity. She liked to place her other hand round onto their belly so she could feel herself exploring deep within. The moans rapidly changed to deep groans followed by sharp cries as the spasms flowed over their bodies. Carolina particularly enjoyed the sensation of the convulsions grasping and holding her; hot juices flowing over her hand. The thought that the very same pussy would be admitting a large black cock and be filled with life giving seed added to her excitement.

Pregnancy particularly interested Carolina, and she often had the pleasure of exploring the swollen bellies and feeling the kick of the new life within. This was particularly satisfying in those cases where she had been present and organised the act of impregnation.

Mathias

Some of the older boys, well young men really, could produce and sustain an erection of sorts and Carolina's inexperienced fingers soon learned how to turn that soft little piece of flesh into something far harder. One boy in particular, Mathias, was capable of producing a very reasonable sized erection. Carolina discovered this one damp Sunday afternoon in late spring. She had finished the bull inspection with her mother but still had the picture in her head of Gabriel's hard cock being skilfully milked by her mother. To be perfectly honest, she nearly always had a similar picture in her head.

Mathias didn't realise it when he woke that morning, but this was going to be one of those life changing days. He was returning from the prayer meeting after a particularly boring sermon when he espied Miss Carolina coming towards him. He was still far enough away to be able to check her body out without it being obvious. She had grown really nicely now and filled her clothes well. Her long dress was lacked all those impractical frills and bows but fitted tightly at the waist. The bust line was low enough to indicate just the barest tops of her breasts without being too immodest. The wide tan leather belt at her waist pushed her breasts upwards to give a clear indication of the delights within. Her deep chestnut hair was styled with the currently popular long ringlets that flowed freely over her shoulders. She usually had it tied back with a thin leather cord when working.

Mathias would love to get to grips with that tasty little piece of white ass. He regularly had night-time visions of his hard black prick spreading her lovely pussy lips. Most of his male friends felt the same but agreed that it was not worth getting their neck stretched and balls removed though.

Carolina saw Mathias coming towards her, saw his lustful eyes surreptitiously roaming up and down her body. It was obvious that his trousers contained a bulge in the crotch area. Thoughts of Gabriel returned. She stood in front of Mathias forcing him to stop. He froze, head downcast, arms down by his sides, fingers twitching nervously. She ordered him to look up. Her eyes locked into his with a steely gaze. Both stood silently for a few seconds before Carolina unequivocally pointed at one of the stables and ordered him in there with just a single word and a nod. He swallowed, wondering what the fuck was happening. He obeyed without question; he knew that Miss Carolina took no shit from anybody. He was a little relieved to see that, for once, she was not carrying her riding crop.

It was gloomy inside. Carolina pointed to a spot on the ground just in front of the pen rail and waited for Mathias to move. He turned to face her once again. Carolina put her right hand in the middle of Mathias's chest and pushed him firmly back against the pen railing. She told him in no uncertain terms to keep very still, keep his mouth well and truly shut, and be silent. He gulped and nodded in acknowledgement. Carolina smiled to herself as she watched the frightened expression spread across the young man's face. This was the feel of real power, and she now realised just how much she craved it.

Her hand moved back ever so slightly so that her fingertips just rested lightly on his chest. Her eyes locked on his and she watched in amusement as his eyes opened wider. His arms flew behind his back at her command, his hands grasping the pen rail. Carolina looked around the stable until her eyes rested on a collection of leather straps used to restrain the animals. Well Mathias certainly fell into that category. She selected a set of thin but strong straps and proceeded to tie the hapless man's wrists to the railing. A second set of straps secured his upper arms to the same rail.

She stepped back and admired her handiwork and the somewhat helpless victim before her.

Her fingers moved slowly down his chest to the top of his trousers. She moved her left hand to his chest and continued the pressure pushing him back harder against the railing. His breathing became sharp gasps as her right hand moved under the waistband and down towards his manhood. Her fingers made contact and slowly began to encircle the rapidly hardening flesh. Carolina moved to Mathias's right and leaned against the rail; her grip on his cock remained as firm as ever. She leaned close into him so that she could whisper into his ear. Mathias trembled slightly as his Mistress slowly described exactly what was about to happen to him, and what would also happen if he failed to cooperate. She reached round with her other hand, undid his belt, and pushed his trousers down his legs to the ground.

His cock grew ever harder as her fingers moved back up his leg and began to slide towards the waiting meat. Her nimble fingers slid along its length and circled his shaft fully. He was not in the same league as the house bulls, but his cock soon hardened to a respectable size. Carolina felt the heat in her pussy as she worked at the hot rapidly swelling and pulsing meat in her right hand. She rubbed her palm across the glans and worked the pre-cum back down the shaft, remembering how her mother worked the bulls. Mathias began to shake and moan a little until a sharp order into his ear reminded him of her requirement for silence.

Carolina's left hand moved round to his buttock and then round into his crack. Her fingers forced his cheeks apart and soon found his balls Then began the gentle kneading. Her legs parted slightly as she pressed herself against his upper thigh. She could feel his legs shaking against her pussy as she continued to stroke his cock and massage his balls. Now she knew why her mother enjoyed her work so much.

Well, she now had her very own little toy to play with whenever she felt the urge.

Mathias was not used to this kind of treatment and Carolina sensed that he was getting close to his limit. She felt the first spasm building and started to wank him faster and harder, fulling the foreskin hard down the shaft. He could take no more. The first spurt shot out to splash down onto the ground as a deep grunt issued from his mouth. Carolina, being well aware of what was coming, had pulled her hand hard against the base of his prick and felt the spasms pulse against the tips of her fingers. Her left hand closed firmly around his balls and pulled them sharply backwards. Three rapid spurts with associated cries and he was finished. Carolina finished milking, shuck the last few drops off and then released him. She had taken great care to avoid any spillage on herself.

Carolina gave him a few seconds to recover his breath, watching intently as his manhood lost its firmness. Satisfied, she untied his arms and told him to get dressed. She made it quite clear that if he mentioned this to anyone or made any unrequested move towards her, she would take the gelding knife from the rack and deal with him, very slowly after blunting it. His eyes followed hers and rested on the long, curved blade in its sheath. He grimaced and nodded rapidly.

Carolina told him to leave. She thoroughly washed her hands in the water trough by the door. She didn't want any of that dangerous black seed being carried into to her more intimate parts.

She checked outside, closed and latched the doors before moving back into the shadow behind the entrance. Her right hand reached under her skirt and made its way upwards to her crotch. Slowly her fingers worked their way into her drawers and sought out the wet honey pot inside. She decided then and there that her drawers would be a thing of the past after today; far too much of an encumbrance. Eager fingers parted the tender outer flesh further and slowly worked away at the well lubricated inner lips. Her finger eventually found her clitoris and began to massage the hardening little lump. She leaned back against the rough wall for support. Her breathing became sharp spasms as she worked away, remembering the feel of that piece of firm, hot meat she had recently been controlling. Her excitement was such that she did not need many minutes before the heat in her belly rose to the point where she couldn't contain it. She shuddered as the waves of orgasm flowed over her. She had often wanked after watching the bulls, but this was totally different. She could recall the actual feel and heat of the engorged flesh, and the pulsing as the cum spurted out of Mathias's cock.

It took her a few minutes to get her breath back while she adjusted her clothing. She checked outside once more before leaving and walked a little faster than usual back to her room where she planned to resume her pussy work.

Mathias rapidly became a favourite amusement and found his seed being sprayed over the ground on a regular basis. It took longer as time went by; but he had no complaints.

The female slaves were a different matter altogether. These Carolina explored fully with her fingers and had them reciprocate. They also learned very quickly that tongues could be used to please their mistress. Carolina's confidence increased and she found herself increasingly taking the older women when she felt the need for a more experienced work out. The younger ones were fine, and indeed fun for training but the older ones were preferred when she wanted a serious session. She had seen many of them grunting under her sweating father and later watched their bellies swelling with her half sibling. She noticed that the ones who had produced were much slacker, and she began to enjoy seeing how many fingers she could fit inside. Fingers progressed to whole hands and then a sizable length of arm. Carolina had to admit that she really enjoyed the fisting, while playing with an exposed clit. Most of the women seemed to respond enthusiastically, although was helped by the importance of avoiding a good lashing from Carolina's riding crop.

She had persuaded her parents that she needed a maid to do the various things that she didn't want to do herself. Her selection method was primarily to choose the prettiest and most compliant member of her little band.

Carolina's first choice for maid, Ruth, had been trained to suck Mathias's hardened rod until he came in her mouth.

Ruth had been walking outside the barn one day when she heard something unusual inside. She peered through the door to see Miss Carolina's hand pumping away at Mathias's rigid cock. Ruth tried to move back unseen, but her shadow was noticed by Carolina who turned and glared at the young woman. She released Mathias and strode over to the horrified Ruth. Grabbing her by her hair, Carolina dragged the whimpering girl over to stand in front of Mathias. Ruth felt her mistress moving behind her and then a firm hand on each shoulder pushed her down onto her knees. One hand moved to the back of her head and pushed it towards the rigid cock in front of her. The other hand grasped and held her jaw forcing her mouth open. There was an order to open her mouth and keep it open. Ruth complied immediately. Steady pressure forced her forward until the tip of the pulsing black rod was guided onto her lips. Ruth's lips opened further on command, and the hot cock head slid into her mouth. Firm pressure on the back of her head steered her forward. Carolina paused for a few moments, moving the girls head slowly side to side over the cock head before pushing Ruth firmly down onto the cock. Ruth felt fingers grab her hair and a hand pushing her onto and then off Mathias. The speed and depth increased until the tip was pushed hard against her throat. Each thrust caused her to gag but not enough for the tip to go down her gullet. Eventually Mathias reached his limit and shot his thick white seed into the helpless girl's mouth. On Carolina's order Ruth reluctantly swallowed the viscous fluid and then licked the head clean.

Carolina gave Ruth no time to get her breath back while informing the girl that she was now part of the regular games.

Over the following weeks Ruth learned her lessons well and was able to take the full cock length into her mouth and down her throat. Mathias regularly shot his load directly down the pliant throat and into the waiting stomach. Carolina sometimes participated by kneading Mathia's balls but often just stood and watched. Mathias was ordered away when he had finished. Carolina then turned her attentions to Ruth and her own well lubricated pussy.

That cock training would stand Ruth in good stead for the time when Master Richard noticed her in the house. There would soon be an additional pair of holes accepting his sticky white liquid.

Carolina's father had the final say as to who would be moving to the big house. Carolina knew that the stay would only be for a few months at the most until Richard made the young woman pregnant. She would then be replaced. Her father was very much of an enthusiastic cocksmith, and both his children were well used to the sound of Richard making his evening journey up to the servant's quarters soon to be followed by the groans, cries, and rattle of a bed as he got his evenings' fill. He was not averse to having them anywhere around the house and it was not an unusual sight to find one of the servants pinned against a wall or doorway while Richard enthusiastically fucked her. He liked a little variation, having them standing up or bent over a chair while he took them from behind. Most of the women who were ordered into the main house only lasted for a few months before being replaced by less pregnant ones. The more attractive were sometimes brought back for a second or possibly a third refill. Richard said that after three births they usually became a little too loose for his liking.

Carolina and Edward had been exposed to this public recreation for as long as they could remember, it just seemed perfectly normal to them.

Some of their friends however were a little surprised but gracious enough to make no comment. A couple of friends seemed quite reluctant to move away from the scene. Carolina smiled to herself and let them dally for a few minutes while her father finished his business. She knew that her father secretly appreciated having an audience, particularly if they were female and attractive. He never made any move towards her friends; he had no need with a regular supply of fresh pussy at his disposal.

One of Carolina's friends reacted in a strange way the first time she encountered Richard in full fuck mode. It turned out that Emily was the youngest of four children and the only girl. She had become the target of her brothers ever since her breasts became interesting and the brothers' hormones kicked in. More recently her father had also begun demanded a piece of the action following the sudden death of her mother. Emily was now servicing four very demanding males, usually all having her every day. She had pleaded with them to not fuck her in her pussy to avoid pregnancy. She promised to satisfy them in other ways. They all now made use of her butt hole and mouth with only occasional pussy fucking during the safer part of her cycle. One of the servant women took pity on her and supplied her with a local herbal potion that was supposed to prevent pregnancy. That reduced the risk, but it was only a matter of time.

Emily's butt was used almost daily and now could accommodate any cock with little difficulty. Her brothers soon discovered that they could take her at each end simultaneously and she quickly learned the taste of her own butt hole.

Emily now possessed a well-practiced mouth that was more than capable of taking the whole length of a full-sized cock. Her throat was well used, and she could swallow a full load without gagging or spillage. She was trained enough now to drop to her knees, extract a cock from its pants and proceed to stiffen it and then extract its juice. All of this without being prompted. This revelation intrigued Carolina. She had seen her father on several occasions with one of the servant girls sucking his cock and had wondered what it would feel like. She decided that Mathias would be suitable for experimentation.

Carolina suggested that the family purchase one of the nubile females on the market to provide her males with satisfaction. Emily said she had suggested that, but her father refused the expense, particularly as he preferred white pussy. She didn't expect him to change his mind and was it not worth pursuing. Carolina half suspected that, despite her protestations, Emily was content with her regular fucking.

Carolina discovered that this was not a rare state of affairs. Discrete enquiries revealed that many of her female friends and cousins were being regularly fucked by some combination of their siblings, father or uncles. Often by all of them. She considered herself to be lucky in that her father and brother had not taken an interest in her, so far. She reasoned that they had no need to as the plantation was rich in available pussy that could be taken at will in any hole without any concern for the consequences. The consequences simply increased the overall profitability of the business.

Watching with mother

Once she was old enough, Carolina helped out with the actual physical examinations and was perfectly capable of carrying them out unsupervised. Not that she ever did, as far as her mother was concerned. Charlotte gave a running commentary, for her daughter's benefit, explaining what she was doing and why. As time progressed the bulls would often find themselves being examined simultaneously by the sure fingers of mother and daughter. No bull ever thought of complaining.

Carolina would follow her mother around watching where she checked the bulls and feeling where her mother felt. Charlotte used her long nails to run down the taut skin as she felt the firm muscles of her bull's arms and legs. Carolina had let hers grow so that she too could test the quality of the skin as her mother did.

Carolina was dreaming of being able to deal with the bull cocks without her mother peering over her shoulder all the time. She obviously would not be able to handle them in all the ways her mother did, particularly not the way she did when she thought Carolina had left the barn. There were few positive sides to Charlotte's infertility, but she exploited them to their fullest.

Carolina had discovered, totally accidentally, that one of the cupboards on the upper gallery running around the walls was large enough to fully conceal her. She had been replacing some bits and pieces when the door pulled shut behind her with a soft click. It took her several minutes cursing in the darkness to find and release the catch. She pushed the door open and was about to step out. The candles and lamps were unlit on this side of the room, casting deep shadow. A sound from below drew her attention.

She looked out and noticed her mother had returned to where Michael was standing after being released from the pillars. Charlotte was carrying a thin strip of leather with a small brass buckle. Carolina had not seen it before and was more than a little curious. She quietly moved back into the security of the cupboard and pulled the door to slightly, giving her just enough visibility to observe the curious events. Michael's eyes opened a little wider as her mother approached. He moved his hands behind his back without being told and stood firmly upright, his head held up and looking at the ceiling, the faintest of smiles upon his lips.

Carolina noticed that he was getting hard again after being milked. Charlotte reached over and proceeded to wrap the strap behind his balls and then thread the end around the front looping up over his cock shaft. He gasped as Charlotte massaged his cock and then drew the strap tighter before firmly buckling it. Carolina could now see that his balls were firmly trapped with the strap running behind them and then round the front underneath his cock. The strap was then passed through a small loop and over the top of his cock where it was fastened through the buckle. Charlotte pulled the strap even tighter. His cock now stood firmly to attention with just the slightest waiver in time with his pulse. Michael did not avert his gaze from the roof. Charlotte leaned into him and said something quietly to him. He just nodded.

Charlotte looked around quickly, strode over to the door and dropped the latch. It would be highly unlikely anyone would come in at this time, but her mother was obviously determined to maintain her privacy. She returned to Michael and, grasping his rigid cock, guided him over to the breeding table. She stopped, released him, and began to remove her blouse. It only took a few seconds for the material to land on the floor. Next, she undid the side laces and let her skirt slide slowly down her legs to join the other garment. Carolina noticed that her mother also did not wear undergarments. Charlotte was now naked apart from her long leather boots.

Charlotte lifted a large ball gag from the table, opened her mouth wide and placed the ball firmly in it. Michael, well aware of his mistress's requirements, reached behind her and tied the gag tightly.

She turned slowly so that Michael was behind her and then deliberately leaned forward over one of the breeding tables. She spread her legs wide and hooked her feet into the stirrup before stretching out and looping her wrists through the straps at the far end. Her hands firmly grasped the leather. She lifted herself as Michael pushed one of the support rolls under her belly so that her arse was lifted up with her pussy fully exposed.

Charlotte was now fully supported with her legs spread and her pussy wide open. Her juices glistened in the flickering light from the candles. Carolina could clearly see that her mother was dripping wet and ready for action.

Michael leant towards her holding his cock firmly level with his Mistress's pink pussy. Without pause, permission or ceremony he pressed forward slowly burying the long, engorged cock into the wet slit before him. Charlotte groaned and pushed back against him. He grasped her hips with one hand and pulled himself further into her. His other hand moved to between her shoulders and pressed her firmly down onto the table. He then began his strokes. Each thrust elicited an increasingly loud grunt from Charlotte, clearly audible through the gag. Gradually Michael increased his pace, while moving his hip from side to side. Charlotte was groaning louder now and making short gasping noises.

Carolina could feel her own pussy getting wet and began sliding her finger along the damp slit and around her clit.

Michael was soon going full speed. Carolina had seen him fucking many times but this time he was making a special effort, obviously trying to please his white mistress. His thrusts increased and he moved his hips, obviously piercing the soft flesh in front of him from different angles. Charlotte's breathing became faster, and her groans turned to muffled cries as the huge black cock tore into her. Her hips bucked savagely back at him. She clutched the straps, her knuckles white, pushing back hard against each thrust. Her belly rubbed against the hard top as her body writhed and bucked under the pounding she was receiving from the muscular black body above her.

The sweat was running down both of them letting Michael's belly slide with ease across Charlotte's bare buttocks and back. He reached forward to grasp her shoulders and grabbed a handful of her long hair. He pulled back hard so that her head came up, her neck and back arched. His riding increased in speed and intensity. Carolina could clearly hear the slapping of flesh on flesh. Her mother was being fucked by Michael harder than she had ever seen him fuck before. The smack of his torso against Charlotte's buttocks mingled completely with her increasingly loud but barely muffled screams.

Michael gave a loud groan, pulled back and paused before slamming back into Charlotte. She screamed loud enough to be clearly heard through the gag. He made a few more very deep thrusts, his buttocks twitching as he forced his seed into the writhing white woman beneath him. Eventually, his supply exhausted, he fell forward onto his gasping mistress. He gently guided her head down onto the table. He released her hair, letting it fall untidily across her sodden shoulders and back. Charlotte's legs continued shaking, feet twitched violently in the stirrups, her belly grinding into the table for several more seconds.

Michael pulled back, stood up, and pulled out of Charlotte's pussy, cum dripping from the end of his cock. He took three steps back and stood rigidly upright with his hands clasped firmly behind his back as before. The only real difference was the shiny sweat-soaked black skin and his slowly withering cock with little white pearls of cum hanging from the tip.

Charlotte slowly stood, turned round, and removed the gag. Thick white globules of cum ran sluggishly from her well spanked pussy onto her inner thigh. She reached over for a cloth and carefully wiped her pussy and legs before handing it to Michael to clean himself. She looked at Michael, nodded briefly to him before picking up her clothes and dressing herself. Michael did likewise once she had finished and signalled her permission by pointing at his clothes.

She walked to the door and waited for Michael to open it for her. The two of them left, shutting the door behind them.

Not a word was spoken by either of them.

Carolina finally got her breath back before finally bringing herself off. She gave them a few minutes to get well clear before exiting the barn herself. She almost ran back to her room where her hapless maid was in for a serious session of finger banging and pussy sucking.

Standing in

Carolina was in heaven.

Her mother was going away for a few months leaving her in charge of the stables. She couldn't believe her luck. There were several nights where Ruth ended up having a very sore mouth from pussy sucking. The girl would not be with her much longer as her belly was now swelling too much even for Carolina's liking. The result of many sessions 'looking after Master Richard'. Her replacement was already chosen and was now regularly writhing under Master Richard.

The lead up to Charlotte's departure was a real pain as far as Carolina was concerned. Her mother went over the instructions for running the stud time and time again. Obvious things like ensuring that everyone brought in for breeding was checked out for pox and other nasties before they were allowed anywhere near the bulls. Any sign of anything even slightly suspicious was to be rejected without question. Stud records were to be kept up to date and all births were to be added to the stud book, which was normally under the charge of, oh yes, Carolina. Carolina commended herself that she didn't actually blow up on her mother.

She was to inspect the bulls regularly; this was the bit Carolina was looking forward to. Charlotte did look slightly perplexed by her daughter's apparent keenness for this. She was a little wistful at the thought of being separated from her supply of hard, dark meat for so long but fully expected to find a substitute somewhere on her voyages. She would have her cousin Victoria to help out on the way home of course. Sweet thoughts.

The day finally came, and Charlotte departed by river steamer to New Orleans and hence to the old world.

Carolina was now absolute mistress of the stud.

First inspection

Michael stood before her, looking forward, hands clasped behind his back. He was of course totally naked and ready for inspection. Carolina slowly walked around him, paying close attention to his dark black skin. Well-formed bulging muscles pushing out against the taut skin particularly caught her eye.

Carolina was tall for a woman. Even so, as she stood in front of the massive black body, she came no higher than Michael's broad shoulders. She trembled slightly, shivers running down her spine, at the thought that she had complete control over this massive beast; a beast that could tear her apart should it so choose.

She lightly ran her long fingernails down his back and along the edge of his shoulder blades in a circular motion. She worked her way down the inside of his arms to just above the wrists, then worked her way back up along the outside with long light strokes. Tiny globules of sweat began to form, creating golden flecks from the flickering light of many candles and lanterns. She admired the taut skin and firm muscles of his buttocks. Her fingers massaged the firm gluteal muscles; her thumbs gently prised them apart revealing the deep crack and tight bud of his anus. She felt the slight trembling under her fingers as the dark beast began to awaken.

She licked her lips; this beast needed restraining.

Carolina moved in front and pushed Michael back to the pillar by pressing her right palm firmly in the centre of his chest. There was minimal resistance. Once there she moved behind and secured his hands firmly behind his back to the pillar, using one of the thin leather straps. She took another of the larger leather straps and fastened his upper arms tightly together, looping the strap through a hoop in the back of the upright. He was now firmly tied to the thick wooded pillar, shoulders pulled back, and chest pushed forward. Muscles protruded under the tension.

She returned to stand in front of him. Several minutes were spent carefully studying the huge captive before her. The sweat, now flowing more freely, began to give a glossy sheen to his black skin. Carolina moved towards him and, using her feet on his ankles, slid his legs apart. She looked down but could see no restraints on the floor; using the pillar would be defeating her objective. She made a mental note to correct that particular omission later.

Moving over to the breeding table she retrieved one of the very rarely used spreader bars. Most of the women brought into the barn were well aware of what fate had in store for them and complied with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Very occasionally one would attempt to resist their destiny and would need to be strapped tightly to the breeding table, their legs forced apart. More commonly the spreader would be used at the owner's request, for punishment or to satisfy the owners particular idiosyncrasies. One owner's wife regularly used the spreader to impress on the captive woman that despite was being fucked regularly by the master, she was the mistress of the plantation, had full ownership and therefore control. One owner had brought his truculent new wife over to have her pussy spread by one of the huge black cocks as a lesson. She was only there the once.

Returning to her captive Carolina fitted the spreader straps around Michael's ankles, forcing his legs firmly apart. She now had full access. Standing back, she leisurely examined her toy. Michael was breathing a little more heavily than usual, droplets of sweat rolled across his heaving pectorals and formed shining rivulets down his belly. His cock was starting to stand proud and revealed his shaven ball sack hanging freely between the widespread legs. Carolina approached and moved around him, carefully examining the bindings that kept the huge man pretty well immobile. Satisfied, she stood in front of him and slowly licked her lips. Michael made a sharp intake of breath as his young mistress held his gaze with a very slight smile on her face. He was minded of a large hungry cat ready to pounce on its prey. She reached up and pulled her long hair behind her head, tying it back tightly with a thin calfskin strap.

Satisfied that her beast was now contained, Carolina resumed her hand movements starting from his neck, around the outside of his pectorals and across the top of his firm belly. She paused for a moment. Slowly she moved both hands up onto the centre of each pectoral and cupped her hands over Michael's nipples. She paused, feeling the increasing shivers from the compliant black body in front of her. Her hands pulled away slightly, her fingers moved together so that the tips of her pointed nails teased at the nipples. Firm pressure started at the base, slowly the nails dragged out to the nipple tip digging slightly into the hardening flesh. There was a groan as she worked them into full hardness. Her fingers returned and massaged the sweat coated pectorals. She was used to doing this to Ruth, but the firmness of the hard male muscle in her hands sent a thrill through her; it was nothing like the softness of the female breast.

Carolina stepped back slightly allowing better access to his belly. Her hands moved over the skin and headed downwards towards the rapidly hardening cock now pointing directly at her. Michael's breathing was becoming faster and deeper now. He was used to Charlotte doing this but the sight of the pretty young daughter of the Master playing with him was a whole new experience. It was obvious to him that this demure new mistress was far more experienced than he had assumed.

Carolina's hands eventually found their way to the base of his shaft, her slender fingers fully encompassing the girth. She paused for a moment savouring the strong veinal pulsing against her fingertips. She looked down at the hard black cock, admiring its size and dark colour against the paleness of her hands. Her right hand slowly slid along the shaft; fingers beginning to massage the hard meat. Her left hand moved down and into the crack behind exploring the depths until it found his ball sac. She began to gently knead the two hard plums in her palm: long fingers digging into the sac, eliciting a deep sigh. She was impressed. She had often played with Mathias, but this was at a totally different level. This was industrial strength genitalia. She knew that the balls in her hand had produced close to seventy offspring in the years that they had been the property of the stud. She had checked the breeding book.

Mathias's cock had spurted its load at her coaxing but the cock now in her hand had seen the inside of and shot its hot white load into dozens of different pussies. It was well used to this kind of treatment. Carolina felt the pulsing vein on the underside increase its rate and strength as her fingers lightly moved back and forth along the shaft. A small drop of pre-cum appeared in the little eye at the centre of the head. She smelt the surge of heady masculine aroma. Mathias had a very faint odour, but this bull was churning out incredible clouds of full-bodied man scent.

Carolina started to become lightheaded, and her pussy felt increasingly hot and moist.

She knew that she was heading to exactly the same place that her mother craved when inspecting the bulls. She also realised that Michael was becoming well aware of her condition. There was no way that she could even think of letting that great cock inside her pussy, no matter how much she wanted it. The risk of her producing a black child was totally out of the question. Her hands moved faster as her thoughts raced.

Only one thing for it.

Slowly Carolina slid down onto her knees in front of the giant of a man. Her face was level with his cock head. She found herself helpless to resist its power pulling her forwards. Her mouth opened automatically, her tongue slipped out and the tip made an initial light contact with the throbbing head. Michael cried out. The salty taste of his pre-cum startled her slightly but was far from unpleasant. Her tongue began to explore the hard smooth head, working its way down to the edge, around the rim, and onto the top of his shaft. She pulled back slightly, opened her mouth wider and pushed forward again. The enormous head slid partially into her waiting mouth. She began sucking gently at first but soon increased the suction. Her head began bobbing back and forth, the cock head going a little deeper with each push. Her hands grasped Michael's thighs to provide herself some support. Her head began to move faster, and she could feel the moans coming from the man above her vibrating through his body. Her tongue slid along the underside of the massive shaft as the head hit the back of her mouth.

Eager hands moved back, cupping his balls. The increasing moans reverberated through the giant torso in front of her. She gently squeezed the hard plums in the tender flesh. Her mouth left the engorged meat with a resounding plop. Without pause her mouth sucked and nibbled its way down the underside of black shaft until it encountered the fleshy sack at the base. She paused, inhaling the powerful man scent before fully engulfing one of the balls and sucking, hard. She felt the loud cry as well as hearing it. The whole of the hard plum was sucked in. Her tongue worked its way around its sides, while sucking it deeper into her mouth. The cries and groans coming from above her were now unceasing. After a few minutes she released her captive and transferred her attentions to the other ball. The pulsing against her cheek was increasing in response to the mouth work she was applying. She released the tender flesh and worked her way back up the totally engorged shaft to the head.

Her tongue swept briefly across the glans, the tip flicking at the urethra hole.

She pulled back, paused to inspect her handiwork and then leaned forward plunging the hot meat again, deep into her mouth. She gagged each time the rod knocked at the entrance to her throat, demanding admittance. This was a totally new experience. Carolina realised that the cock wanted to go right down into her, but her inexperience meant that she did not really know how to open up to let such a monster in. Her hands continued to work away at his balls. She continued sucking and bobbing until she felt Michael tense up and his cock began to throb harder. Finally, his seed spurted down the tube and into Carolina's waiting mouth. The intense pressure of the flow triggered her natural response to begin swallowing. This action opened her throat, and the massive cock slipped most of the way down. She gulped the viscous liquid down, the heat working along her throat and into her waiting stomach. She gasped as the last spurt landed in her mouth.

She had just learned how to take a full length of cock.

Slowly she pulled back and began to lick the remains off the rod end, swallowing each precious drop. Leaning back so that she was sitting on her heels, hands resting on her legs, she finished licking the last drops from her lips and the inside of her mouth, savouring the heady masculine flavour of each drop.

Michael briefly glanced down at her but rapidly lifted his head and looked straight ahead as the mistress looked back up at him. She was not bad, he thought, for what was probably the first attempt. She certainly seemed to enjoy it. Given a bit of time and practice she would be easily able take the entire length, just like her mother. He and Abraham would, between the two of them, get that little white throat taking all the dark meat it could ever want. He wondered what her tight little pussy would feel like as it stretched out over his cock. Her mother was well used to it now but fucking this one would need careful consideration. He would have a chat with Abraham later.

Both bulls regularly exchanged gossip and views on their various work experiences. Their joint opinion was that Charlotte was one of the best fucks going. Not just because she was forbidden white pussy, but also because she really enjoyed cock. They had both had her over the years in many positions, on her back, doggie, standing across the myriad items of furniture in the breeding barn. She could take the full length of either cock in all her orifices and swallowed. Both men had commented that she never spoke in the lead up to or during the actual fucking. She moaned, cried, and made all the fucking noises but never spoke other than to give them brief instructions.

Carolina was pleased with herself for her first full proper blow job but was a little frustrated that she had not managed to take the full length. Her thoughts raced as she released the captive Michael; she needed to practice on something a little less imposing.

Young Mathias would be in for a bit of a surprise the next time he encountered her.