“Whose pussy is this?” he sneered. “Look at me!” he thundered, plunging his white fingers in and out of her even faster.

  “Uhhmmm-Yours-Massa…” Clara stammered between pants. He massaged her insides with purpose, making sure she felt every thrust.

  “My what?” he coaxed as he pulverized her tender fleshy folds.

  “Your-your-your pussy…”

  “What kind of pussy nigg’r? Say it right!” he demanded, slowing his finger fucking of her. “You Master to fuck you? You want my big white cock to fill that worthless cunt of yours?”

  “Yes Massa…please...Massa…I’m sorry…” Clara’s mind was crazed. She desperately fumbled over her words, trying to appease him for fear that she would anger to the point that he found her unfit to breed.

  “Stop apologizing, you useless cunt!” Drew sank his long white fingers deep into her soggy abyss. “Now say it,” he commanded.

  “Please Massa…breed my slutty… black… slave cunt …like the nigg’r… I am…” Clara managed to say the words between Drew’s relentless finger fucking.

  “Very good nigg’r,” he praised her by jabbing a fourth finger into her. Clara gasped. “And how will you feel once I breed your worthless ass?”

  Clara gulped as streams of sweat poured down her cheeks. “Grateful. Very grateful, Massa…uhhh!” She cried out as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her sloppy pussy, taking pleasure in vibrating her insides. She could see that his huge white cock was elongated and hardened, ready and able to dump its potent load deep into her womb.

  Globules of milk secreted from her erect black nipples, landing on his cock. Yanking her head back by the hair again, Drew leaned into her close. His face was sticky with her dried pussy juice, but the strong leftover scent washed over Clara like delicate silk.

  “Why is my milk dripping onto my cock, nigg’r?” Drew demanded. “Why are your black whore udders wasting my milk?”

  “I’m sorry Massa…I…they’re…heavy…” before Clara could finish, Drew tore his soggy fingers from her cunt and took hold of one of her massive veined milk bags. Before she could blink, he latched on, suckling greedily until milk began to flow into his mouth. Clara gasped at the sight of her hot white Master gorging himself on her overflowing tits. She wiggled, struggling against her bound wrists, wishing that she could express her other leaking udder to relieve the tight pressure. “Uggghmmmm,” she wailed as Drew deepened his suction, rhythmically extracting the liquid gold from her enlarged, hanging, black breasts. He let go of her nipple momentarily, with a loud POP! it slid from his mouth, sending several springs of milk jetting from her in different directions.

  “Mmmhmm, that’s sweet nigg’r milk. You like feeding your Master don’t you?” he asked in a low gruff tone, releasing her hair and massaging both of her heavy chocolate tits. The contrast of his paleness against her dark skin made Clara’s pussy twitch uncontrollably.

  “Yes, Massa,” she moaned as he squeezed her engorged breasts, forcing warm creamy milk to spray from her hard, blackened nipples. Drew opened his mouth and caught some of her nectar on his tongue.

  “Yeah, that’s it…” he smacked his lips between swallows. “These,” he said, squeezing her udders and forcing more milk out, “are why I’m going to keep you bred from now on. You’re only good for one thing,” he continued latching on to her other swollen tit. Clara panted ferociously as he slurped with renewed vigor. She felt his massive white cock twitch against her caramel thigh.

  “Uggghhhhhh, yes, Massa!” Clara agreed, nodding her head feverishly as he drained her swollen glands. He let go of her nipple again, with a louder POP! Jets of thick white hind milk sprang from her black nipple. Clara gasped as the sensation of the cool air hitting her raw tit sent shockwaves through her body.

  “You’re nigg’r holes…” Drew alternated deep latches and sucks between his words, slurping and popping her nipple out of his mouth each time. “Are only good for…POP! Milking my cock…” POP! When and where I say…” POP! “And to push my offspring out of your worthless cunt. I will breed you as many times as I see fit, and you will love it,” he commanded latching on once more.

  “Yes… Massa… please….-uhhhhh!” Clara yelped as Drew mercilessly nibbled on her raw distended nipples for his own amusement. They were both sticky and slick with her milk as he pulled her close to him it sloshed between their stomachs and ran down their entangled limbs. The thong cut into the tenderized skin around her wrists, which had been bound for what seemed like an eternity.

  “Say again, cow?” Drew licked the side of Clara’s face and sucked on her bottom lip.

  “Massa…please…undo my wrists…”

  Drew was amused. “Is my little nigg’r sow in pain?”

  “I-I… No, Massa…it’s just…” Clara didn’t know how to tell him how badly she wanted to touch him, to reach out to him and wrap her arms around him. To pull him inside of her and never let go.

  “Well, now…” Drew said, standing up straight. Clara’s cinnamon eyes widened as his enormously well hung white cock came into her full view. Her mouth watered at the sight of his drooling purpled mushroomed prick. It oozed clear pre-cum, which she knew was just as potent as the main load. “If you’re in pain,” Drew continued, wrapping his massive hand around the girth of his shaft, “I think Master has just the thing for you…” Clara’s pussy creamed as he slowly began to stroke himself to a more intense state of arousal. His turgid phallus grew larger before her eyes. The delicate skin encased around his inflated white cock was pulled so taught that she thought it might split.

  Drew looked down at Clara’s soaked, sticky ebony body. Her enormous chocolate udders hung to her soft belly button. Her belly… He had to take a breath as thoughts of shooting his hot fertile load deep into her womb. He stroked his immense erection while staring deep into her eyes. Clara sensed tenderness in his stare. Before she could fully exhale her next breath, Drew pounced on her, lifting her up and turning her around. He sawed his huge, leaking white dick between her bulbous brown ass cheeks. He roughly palmed her dripping udders with one of his big pale hands. Pulling him back into his hard, muscular frame, his lips tickled her delicate earlobe. “Time for your breeding, nigg’r,” he growled.

  CHAPTER TEN

  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

  “AGGGGHHHH!” Clara shrieked as Drew’s large pale hands came down hard on Clara’s upturned ass cheeks, stinging her damp mocha flesh and sending powerful ripples coursing through her body. She twisted her hands back and forth behind her back, rubbing the elastic thong cloth that bound them against her raw wrists. The gnawing cloth burned like fire in contrast to her fingers, which she could no longer feel at all. Luckily for Clara, fingers and hands weren’t required for what Master had in store for her.

  FAP! FAP! FAP!

  She could hear him stroking his flawless iron cock behind her. The remnants of the milk he collected from her leaking udders lubricated his hand as he rubbed the length of his shaft to max size. His massive hand held her head down on the bed while he took care to elongate his stiff phallus as much as possible. Clara’s soaked pussy pulsed in dripping anticipation as Master readied himself to enter her. He’d degraded her beyond her wildest fantasies for hours, exposing her in ways that only served to awaken the depraved sexual being that lived within her. He’d prepared her for the final humiliation, breeding her, compelling her to accept his pure, potent white hot load as he empties it into her enslaved slut cunt. Clara felt her pussy twitch as the reality of living out her purpose as a white man’s cum dumpster sunk in.

  Master leaned over her and lightly licked her earlobe. The crushing mass of his hulking white weight was overwhelming. His ivory muscular body covered her supple ebony frame, folding her into child’s pose.

  “I control your mind,” his voice was strained and deep.

  “Yes, Massa.”

  “You were made to obey.”

  “Yes, Massa.”

  “You belong to me now,” his gravelly baritone reverberated through her mind.

  “Yes, Massa.”

  “What is your purpose?”

  “To have my nigg’r slave cunt bred by Massa as many times as he sees fit.” The words rolled off of Clara’s tongue in monotone without hesitation or restraint. She wanted this, to dedicate her life to being her white Master’s ebony cock sheath, a vessel in which to carry his white hot fertile load. She vowed to continue her training until all thoughts of resistance ceased to exist within her mind. She pictured her future transformation into Master’s fuck toy, existing only to please his and any other cock he orders her to.

  “You haven’t been taking anything that would stop my little guys from doing their job, have you? I told you what would happen if you did in one of my letters,” Master’s tone rose in anger at the thought of his property ingesting contraceptives.

  “No, Massa. My nigg’r cunt is bare for you,” Clara replied concisely. She needed him to fulfill her in every possible way. Hours of his dominance reduced her to comply with his evert whim. She surrendered to him, mind body and soul.

  “Good girl… good girl…” Master murmured as he sawed his plum pink spongy prick up and down the length of her bubbling, dripping pussy. Clara braced herself as she felt Master hit his target, as the soft arc of his neglected cock caught on the perimeter of her pulsing cunt sleeve. She inhaled deeply as the ridge of his head squished past her tight opening. “Open up for Master,” he coaxed, gripping her hips. Clara’s hot brown body trembled as he clamped his strong massive hands around her waist.

  “Yes, Mass-UHHHHHHHHH!!! MY GOD!!! MASSA-AAAAAGHHHH!” Clara screamed as he pulled her hips back to him, skewering his long, thick, veined white cock as deep into her as it would go. He pushed her forward and pulled her back again, spearing her tender pussy on his enormously erect pole.

  “Take it,” he growled. “AW, FUCK YEAH! TAKE IT!” Master barked maniacally as he repeatedly slammed into her over and over again, never stopping for a breather, never having to readjust. She was his property now and she was going to have to accept it. This was the final act of ownership, as Master marked his territory.

  “AGH! AGH! AGH! OH! MASSA! MASSA! MASAAAA-UUUUUUHHHH!” Clara’s frantic cries of ecstasy maniacally spilled from her lips as Master relentlessly nailed her pussy. She felt his dick grow with every pant, gasp or shriek she let out. His elongated spike slid inside of her, releasing rich pockets of pre-jism into her ribs.

  Lifting her up by her bound wrists, Master pulled Clara upright, positioning her to squat on his sturdy dick in reverse cow girl. “RIDE IT!” he snarled. As Clara’s overextended opening stretched around the base of his cock, she blubbered out a series of indistinguishable gibberish. His defiant white cock cored her insides, plowing through anything that dared obstruct his mission. She shrieked as she felt Master grip her jiggling, dripping breasts, smashing her dangling udders against her chest as he braced himself against her. “You like that you nigg’r sow, don’t you? You like Master’s cock? Tell me how much you like it!” he whispered huskily. His words punctured her psyche.

  “Y-y- yes, Massa. I like it!” she cried, barely able to muster the strength to form coherent words. “I-fu- fucking love it! Oh…God! UGGHHH!” Clara growled as he squeezed her dribbling udders and used them as handles to pull her down onto his extended wood. He rotated his hips and ground deep into her, stirring his cock around in her like a stew.

  “UGGGGHHHMMM, MASSA!” Clara moaned loudly, her primal needs echoing throughout the house. He buried his massive meat so far inside of her that she could feel the ache in her back as he slid up and down her spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae he rendered his merciless fucking on her, digging in deeper and deeper until he was sure that neither one of them would last much longer. “PLEASE! MASSA! PLEASE! CUM…I…NEED…” Clara was overcome with pleasure. Her chest tightened as she felt her sex well up within her.

  “So you must really love Master’s cock deep in your slave cunt, huh?” he asked breathlessly as he continued to mince her insides with his veined regal member.

  “Yes! YEESSSSSSSSSSS MASSA!” Clara whimpered as she desperately tried to stay conscious as Master impaled her pussy on his cock like a stitched up rag doll.

  “You know how lucky you are that I picked you to breed?” He panted between growls as he pulled her onto him harder.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes Massa! I’m a lucky nigg’r slut!”

  “Now, now, you can do better than that!” he rumbled as he pushed forward, driving her back on all fours, face down ass up, primed to receive his load.

  “Thank you Massa! Thank you for choosing my slave cunt! I belong to you! I swear it’s yours, IT’S YOURS!” Clara let out a grating moan as she pushed her pulverized pussy back into him, assisting him in spearing into her with reckless abandon. “Thank you Massa! Thank you for fucking me! Thank you for slamming me! THANK YOU FOR BREEDING MY WORTHLESS NIGG’R CUNT! UGGGGGGGHHHH!!!” Master slammed into her as if he were try to snap her in half. He carelessly tore into her succulent pussy, fucking her wildly to satiate his depraved, carnal needs.

  “YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU FUCKING BLACK SLUT! RIGHT IN YOUR TIGHT SLAVE CUNT!” Master bellowed as he could no longer control himself, crashing his lengthy, thick white cock into her wildly, unleashing his army of dense, creamy jizz into her warm, trembling belly.

  “AAAHHHHHHHH!!” Clara screeched as she took every wave of his fertile steaming load. Her pussy spasmed as he dumped his gushing jism deep inside of her womb, clamping down as his fertile sperm splashed into her raw cavity. Master gripped her hips tightly as he held her back on his cock, thrusting in heat as he tagged his property. Her meaty cunt flexed around his cock, milking the last bits of pearly cum coating the walls of her fruitful valley.

  Clara’s limp body fell to the side, completely spent from the violent orgasm that had ripped through her. Master’s semi hard cock was still jammed inside of her, oozing rich hind cum deep into her sacred tunnel. They stayed, pinned together like that until Master’s cock retreated, naturally slipping out of her sloppy, bred cunt on its own.

  She wasn’t sure when she’d passed out, but when she woke, she was nestled comfortably under her comforter. Her wrists were sore from having been tied, but were now free. Sitting up in bed she instinctually searched for him.

  “Massa?” she called out into the empty bedroom.

  BLING! BLING!

  The text chime on her phone startled her. Clara couldn’t remember the last time she thought about her phone, let alone seen it. She frantically searched the bed, tearing through the flat sheets, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a bright red object gleaming in the rising sunlight. There on her nightstand stood a single, red rose, a glass of orange juice, a bagel, fresh juicy strawberries and a steaming cup of coffee. Clara touched her disheveled natural hair lightly and smiled to herself. As she reached for the coffee, she noticed a note stuck under the small flower vase.

  “Clara- Good morning beautiful.

  I told you I’d treat you like the queen that you are.

  Rest up, I’ll be back tonight.”

  -Drew.”

  Clara read the note over and over again. Falling back into the fluff of her goose feather pillows, she sighed, Then she smiled. Fingering her bare, leaking nipple she grinned. As she brought the drop of sweet breastmilk to her lips, she sucked it off of her fingertip then giggled. Catching sight of her bruised wrist, she burst out into full blown laughter. Finally, she was free.

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  Manic Milk Maid

  Ducking into a vacant classroom, he whipped my body around him onto the biggest desk available. “The housing office is going to close…” I said, still unsure of why I was still trying to convince him to come down from the horny cloud he was on. “Today is the last day… you’ll lose your chance to live on campus…” my heart pounded out of my chest as his steely eyes remained transfixed on my hot throbbing body, my protests falling on deaf ears. As Brad walked toward me he was already unzipping his pants, his mind made up with wicked intentions prancing on his face. He stood before me, ready to take what was his. He stood over me taking in each curve as the sun beamed through the window illuminating every arc of my fleshy chocolate body.

  Feeding Mr. Master

  “I’m back.” he said in a low voice, nuzzling her forehead then brushing his lips against her silky neck.

  “Mmmm,” Sadie murmured, looking up at him. Her **** ached as they swelled with milk. She knew what he needed and wasted no time giving it to him. “We ain’t got much time, Massa James,” she said softly, unbuttoning her top. His large hands gripped her soft waist.

  “Then maybe,” he tickled her earlobe with his lips. “We should wait until we do have time,” he said pressing his pulsing **** against her skirt. “I want to do this right. I’ve missed you,” he breathed.

 

 

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