Drew ran his massive hand along the deep velvety concave of the small of her back tracing the curve of her rounded ass cheek. He leaned over her, resting his hanging balls on the arc of her ass. The remnants of his dribbling cock leaked onto her trembling flesh, dotting her hot dark skin with his stone cold love. “See now, isn’t it easier when you’re a good girl? I should only have to tell you things once, nigg’r,” he commanded as his lips tickled her delicate earlobe. “Do ya hear me?”

  “Yes Massa,” Clara whispered. Her entire body was ablaze, pinned on all fours against the steps as Drew ripped her saturated black thong from around her hips and stuffed it in her mouth. The hard wood edges pushed into her soft belly and thighs as she wriggled her exposed body, causing her to gasp in pain. Drew tightly wove his fingers through her hair with one hand and tickled her soaked pussy lips with the other.

  “Comfy?” he asked with a sly grin.

  “MMMM-mmmffff!” was Clara’s only response. She flinched at Drew’s touch as he roughly palmed he exposed as cheeks and massaged her glistening slit. She knew from his emails that the only thing that turned him on more than race play was overpowering a struggle. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he dipped his long white fingers into her juicy cunt. She was ready and willing to give him all that he needed. She’d play any part she had to so long as the end game was Drew filling her womb with his potent white seed.

  He let go of her hair so suddenly that her head bobbed forward, narrowly missing impact with the hard wooden step beneath her. Clara’s entire face was flushed with a sick combination of humiliation and desire. His power over her gave her permission to be complacent. She no longer had to think or make decisions. Drew was in control now.

  THWACK!

  “AAHHHHRMMM!” Clara let out a muffled scream through her panties as both of his hands smacked down on her round ass cheeks.

  “You’re mine tonight,” Drew growled deeply. The strain of desire in his voice sent a shudder through Clara’s body. “This juicy nigg’r cunt belongs to me,” he declared, jabbing two fingers deep inside of her. “These huge milky udders belong to me,” he continued, pressing on her enormous black tit smashing it further against the step and forcing it to spray streams of creamy milk.

  “MM-MM-MM,” Clara moaned as he felt her insides. The degradation made her pussy cream. The air was thick with Drew’s depraved intentions.

  THWACK!

  “AAHHHHRMMM!” Clara yelped once more and bit down on her underwear as Drew’s cruelness stung her backside.

  “Now now, looks like my little nigg’r sow has forgotten her manners. We can’t have that can we?” Drew feigned sweetness. “You may address me as ‘Master’ and only as ‘Master.’ You are my nigg’r slut and you only exist to serve me, ya hear?” Clara nodded her head so vigorously propelling the beads of sweat on her forehead to run into her eyes. She blinked furiously, trying to quell the burning mix of makeup and salt until dark mascara stained tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Drew situated himself on the step just above Clara’s head. The scent of his rich musk invaded her nostrils as his sticky ivory balls rested a hair away from her nose. Grabbing both sides of her head, he smashed her wet face into his meat, smearing her runny mess all over himself. “Here nigg’r let me wipe your tears of joy,” he moaned as his cock grew hard again. “Ahhh, yeah that’s it. You’re happy aren’t ya? Are you happy to be your white Massa’s slutty piece of fuck meat? That’s all you are. Just a black cunt for me stick my big white cock in…” Drew feverishly humped Clara’s head, running his big veined hands through her sopping black hair.

  “MMMRRR-YEF-MAUSKA!” Clara cried out her muffled response. She felt herself becoming dizzy as he took hold of her limp head. Her throbbing, empty pussy ached to be filled. Her heavy milk laden breasts begun to leak out puddles of nectar. As Drew pulled away from her head, he cupped her chin in his hands and surveyed her smeared, ruined face.

  “Look at me, heifer,” he commanded. Her wide cinnamon eyes were wrought with desperation and desire. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yeff, Matta,” Clara replied through her soaked thong muzzle. Long ropes of Clara’s saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

  “Is this what you need?” Drew’s voice was deep and controlled. He already knew what her answer would be, but he needed her to say it. He needed her to relinquish all of her control to him. She had to commit to her body, mind and soul to his supremacy. It was the only way he would know that she fully trusted him with the task of fulfilling her every desire.

  “Yeff, Matta,” Clara responded, looking him square in the eyes. She needed him more than he knew. Time and reason ceased to exist and there was only this moment. This night, between the two of them, where they would give themselves to one another in the most sacred way. She’d allow him to milk her, breed her, own her, in whatever way he saw fit. Drew gazed down at his vulnerable black beauty, so willing and ready to obey his every whim. His dick swelled at the thought of dominating her.

  “Are you my property?” he asked huskily as his cock drooled warm clear pre-cum. “Do you want my huge white cock to fill all of your worthless nigg’r holes?”

  “Yeff, Matta,” Clara answered quietly, ashamed of her depraved craving to be a slutty black fuck toy slave to her viciously insatiable white master.

  “That’s a good lil nigg’r cow,” Drew said as the thin skin around his cock expanded. “You serve me. I own all of you, understand?”

  “Yeff, Matta,” Clara surrendered her mind and body. He’d torn down all of her defenses, only leaving her control over her ability to obey.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “Aghhhhmmm, yes, Massa! Yes, Massa!” Clara’s pleading cries echoed throughout her bedroom as she wiggled over the side of her bed on her stomach. Her damp thong gag had been removed but was now entwined around her wrists, bound behind her back. She twisted her hot caramel body back and forth as thunderous ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Her swollen udders hung off the edge of the bed, dripping at a rapid place. Clara’s mind swirled as Drew increased his grip on the back of her knees, holding her legs apart, exposing her slick aching cunt.

  “Is it time for Massa to taste this sweet nigg’r juice?” he asked aloud.

  “Yes, Massa! Please Massa!” Clara maniacally pleaded. Her neglected pussy screamed for a touch, a kiss, even a whisper of his hot breath. She rotated her hips from side to side to give herself a sliver of satisfaction but her efforts were useless. Drew had her locked in, face down, ass up, knees spread. He was her only salivation. As he stared down her soaked throbbing hole, Drew licked his lips. Her begging and moaning only served to grow his cock exponentially. As much as he wanted to plunge his hard white dick into her, he resisted. The slower the burn, the higher the payoff, he thought to himself.

  He dove into her hot, bare, dripping black pussy, tongue first. He wiggled his tongue from side to side spreading her thick cunt lips wide, allowing him greater access to her drenched valley. He plunged into her tangy pussy, greedily lapping at the soft folds of flexing tissue.

  “Aahh, ahh, Ohhhhmmmmm- Massa!” Clara’s voice trembled as Drew pushed his face deeper into her cunt. She was bare, bound and completely exposed. There was nothing for her to do but feel. Her enormous brown tits dribbled warm milk, which pooled onto the hardwood floorboards below. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Drew gorged himself on her, breaking through layer after layer of her spicy essence.

  THWACK! THWACK!

  Drew’s hands slammed down onto her ass cheeks, burning her damp flesh. He jiggled her a bit before pulling her open and sinking his mouth even deeper inside of her. He savored every lick, swallowing her bitter sex, taking ownership of her power. He reached under her and flicked her clit rapidly, causing Clara to tense her pussy muscles in response to the thunderous sensation tearing through her hot, writhing chocolate body.

  “Ahhhhmmm-Ohhhh, Massa, mmmmm-UHH!” she gasped as Drew inserted two fingers inside to accompany his tongue. He pumped his long white fingers in and out of her juicy dark pussy, hungrily slurping up her sticky nectar. He claimed everything she had to give. His hardened cock throbbed as it bobbed up and down while he devoured Clara’s saturated pussy. She gasped as he slowed his pace. He careful inserted a third finger… then a fourth… sinking them deeper and deeper into her flooded abyss. Drew pulled his face back so that he could concentrate his entire hand inside of her, deeply massaging her insides.

  “MASSA-AGGGHH-MMM...” Clara howled into the still night air as Drew owned her sopping back cunt with one hand.

  “That’s it, nigg’r,” he coaxed gruffly. “Open wide for your Master… Let me in… you like that?” He taunted her, already knowing her answer. “Oh yeah, you know you like that. A worthless black cunt like you doesn’t know anything else, do you?”

  “N-No Massa- I mean…Y-Yes Massa-uuhhh!” Clara was beside herself with pleasure. Drew pumped his massive white hand in and out of her pussy at break neck speed, pushing in deeper each time. He marveled at her glistening, golden body, nearly allowing himself to be hypnotized by her chaotic thrashing movements. Her response to his power over her was nearly overwhelming, as his swollen, leaking cock threatened to detonate at any moment. Still, he knew he had to hold on. As he continued plunging his hand inside of her, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of her wrists, tied behind her back, bound with her very own thong. Drew exhaled deeply as he felt his engorged dick grow, aching to be satisfied. Your time will come, he thought to himself. Give her what she needs. Feed her craving.

  Without warning, he flipped Clara over onto her back and thrust his head between her legs. His pale muscular forearms wrapped around her juicy dark thighs like ravenous anacondas, as he pried her legs apart to get a good view of her shimmering cunt. Her entire body was on fire as she arched her back and rotated her hips while struggling with her wrist restraints. Clara knew that Drew’s waiting mouth was ready to devour her at any moment. The anticipation was so intense that she felt ill.

  “Ughhhmmmmm,” she moaned as Drew tightened his hold on her. “Massa… please… please…” her throbbing pussy shouted through her as she gave in to his dominance and her wanton lust. She could feel the liquid sex stream out of her hole, saturating the bed spread. Her massive brown tits bubbled with milk, which drizzled down the arc of her engorged breasts.

  “You want Master’s mouth, slut?” Drew’s voice was strained with desire. He wanted nothing more than to taste her again. As her bold aroma danced into his nostrils he was instinctually compelled to dive as deep into her as possible, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer. The sensation of her slithering black body unraveling underneath his ivory muscles fed his determination. His iron cock begged him for release, but Drew held strong. She’s your property now. Her body belongs to you, he thought as he tightened his hold on her once more as she struggled to free her wrists.

  “Yes, Massa please!” Clara arched her back in a desperate attempt to coax Drew’s mouth to her promised land. He enjoyed watching her squirm as much as she loved being taunted by him. She could see the sparkle in his eye every time he gave her an order or demanded something of her. Her hot wet pussy creamed as the rush of freedom took over her mind. She was no longer controlled by her ego. She was no longer bound by mental restraints. Drew’s dominance over her gave her license to feel without inhibition. As she lay there tied, pinned and leaking she felt her entire body clench. Clara closed her eyes as she felt the steam of Drew’s hot breath near her aching pussy. She thrust her hips into the air as millions of tingly bolts fired through her body. “Oh…oh… Massa… I’m sorry…can’t…stop…” Clara panted through her manic gibberish. “Massa, I-I-think I’m…. I’m…UHHHHHHH!” Her belly contracted as she lifted her hips. She her thighs involuntarily attempted to shut, but Drew held them wide open, exposing her carnal sweet spot. Her pussy spasmed as the reality of her fantasy coming true washed over her. Clara’s climatic shivers ravaged her from the inside out as she released a guttural groan as the orgasm ripped through her fleshy, ebony body.

  Drew marveled at the spent, panting chocolate goddess as he held her firmly in his grasp. Her dark skin glistened in the moonlight while her skin rippled from her uncontrollable quivering. Her huge black nipples secreted lines of creamy white milk while she huffed frantically, trying to catch her breath. He caught himself drooling at the thought of wrapping his mouth around her swollen tit and gorging himself on her sweet nectar. His cock nearly exploded at the sight of Clara’s gaping pussy, still automatically flexing as the shock of her violent orgasm echoed through her walls. Seeing her there, so vulnerable, so exposed drove him over the edge. He was foaming at the mouth with desire, as the craving for a taste of her took over. Her sopping cunt opened, inviting him to sample her scrumptiously forbidden sex. He took a deep breath as he gave in, pulling her lower body toward him slowly while Clara moaned uncontrollably. When she felt Drew’s lips make contact with her pulsing succulent pussy, her thighs relaxed instantly, falling to the sides.

  “Uhhhgggmmmmmm, Massa, Oh…God…” Clara moaned as he pressed his face further into her dripping valley. He squeezed her thick brown thigh meat as her tangy aroma encircled his senses. Drew pulled back slightly, studying her insides, taking her beauty in.

  “That’s it nigg’r, feel Master’s tongue. I own your slave cunt,” he mumbled into her soft pink fleshy folds. Drew pressed his nose against her swollen lips, as he allowed her intoxicating scent inside of him. He shook his head from side to side, peeling her open as he sunk his strong white fingers into the jiggle of her cocoa thighs.

  “Ohhhmmmmmmyyymasaa…” Clara breathed as her body opened for him. The dichotomy of his tender mouth with his piercing fingers and his verbal degradation of her made her head swirl. He was taking his sweet time undoing her, making good on all of the promises he made.

  Drew opened his mouth, taking in her sour sweetness, going to work on her soaked cunt hole. Clara groaned even louder as her hands, still bound behind and beneath her, gripped the bedspread. Her bottom lip quivered as he drew more and more juice from her aching pussy, silently pleading for him not to stop. Lifting her head slightly, she was met with the sight of his thick hair bobbing up and down as her worked his tongue in and out between her thighs.

  “Ughhhhmmmm, God, Massa, yes! Please eat my nigg’r cunt… please… I’m just a fucking worthless cunt…Uggghhhhmmm….” The words rolled off of her tongue naturally, repeatedly and without hesitation. She was his object, his property. A vessel in which to hold his massive heaps of fertile sperm. She was put on this earth to serve him and only him, her white Master.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Drew ran his rough, wet tongue up and down Clara’s slit. He lifted one of her legs, holding her as wide open as he could with one arm as he used his other hand to move her tender folds away, revealing his destination. He looked up at her heaving dampened mocha body. “You’re getting bred tonight nigg’r,” he hissed. “But first I have to make sure you’re ready to receive my seed. All of it,” he emphasized, nipping at Clara’s thigh. She yelped at his stinging nibble.

  “Yes, Massa,” she her voice was strained with desire. As he pressed his tongue against her enormously swollen clit, she let out another guttural cry. Her erect button twitched at the electric sensation of his coarse papillae. Drew hummed as he licked up the length of her dripping snatch, from her pussy hole, to her smaller hole, up to her clit and back.

  Slow…long… steady…calculated…deliberate strokes of his tongue enveloped all of her, as he lapped up every drop of sex her leaking, creamy black cunt had to offer. Up…down…back…forth… Drew devoured his slave’s cunt, breaking into her, tasting depths that she only thought existed in her salacious fantasies. He ingested her sour sweetness greedily, feasting on her pink flesh as if it were his last meal. He needed her nigg’r pussy to be good and tender in preparation for her first breeding session, plump, fluffed and primed to absorb his fertile load.

  Clara writhed in a fit of pleasure underneath him as he put work in on her luscious cunt. She desperately wished her hands were free so that she could run her fingers through his hair and push him in deeper. Limited by her restraints, the best she could do was grind her pussy on his needy mouth. Slow… deep…circular motions… “Uggghmmm,”Clara groaned as he devoured her, layer by layer. She rotated her hips… deeper… deeper… and she felt him open his mouth wider, she sped up, causing her pussy to twitch as another climax, rapidly approached. “Uggghhhmmm… Massa…Oh…..GOD…MASSA!!”

  Without warning, Drew pulled away from her clenched cunt, his face dripping in her sex. Her first orgasm caught him off guard, but not this time. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to his. The aroma of her sizzling pussy wafted from his skin and into her nostrils.

  “You aren’t allowed to cum until my white cock is buried balls deep in that juicy nigg’r cunt of yours, hear me? Now clean me off.” Drew demanded gruffly.

  “Yes Massa,” Clara complied without hesitation, frantically licking the remnants of her pussy from his cheeks, chin and lips. His ivory skin shimmered with her sloppy sex juices mixed with her saliva. She stuck her tongue between his lips, desperately wanting to taste her salty tang from his own mouth, but Drew yanked her back by the hair, once more.

  “Don’t you put your filthy nigg’r tongue in my mouth unless I tell you to. Got that?”

  “Yes, Massa,” Clara responded softly. She wriggled in place, as her entire body tingled from the near orgasm he’d so cruelly deprived her of. Her skin was damp with sweat and sticky from the spurts of milk that gushed from her hardened black nipples. Her pussy screamed to be filled. She felt less than drunk but more than dizzy, as Drew continued to take ownership of her. He gripped her soaked strands with one hand and slipped three fingers inside of her with his other, pumping them in and out of her messy cunt.