She looked up from her dinner plate into his eyes as he
served her. There was a look of disdain
in his eyes. She just could not
understand why Sam hated her so. He had
been with the family for almost twenty five years
“Sam…..what’s wrong?” “It’s nothing Miss Tracy, I assure you…”
She touched his hand and he pulled away from her quickly, so
quick that he almost spilled the soup he had just served her. “There is something wrong….I want you to tell
me, tell me right now!” She softly demanded.
The look of disdain became a scowl on his face. He was insulted that she had the nerve to ask
and that she was so oblivious. “You
really want to know…..Miss Tracy?” She
was uncertain at this point if she did in face, want to hear, it but she nodded
yes. Sam leaned into her, she pulled
back, not knowing what to expect. “That…
‘thing’… that you do for your personal pleasure…?” Tracy blushed, her fetish for pain was the houses’
best kept ‘secret’ and was never discussed, especially not something to be
discussed at the dinner table. Sam had been in the house on a few occasions when
she succumbed to her fetish, but she thought he was oblivious. Now she knew that wasn’t true.
“Yes…” Tracy replied as her voice trembled a bit. “That… lifestyle that you use as an outlet…your
personal release…” “Y…yes….” “That….which you embrace as a hobby…a simple
diversion…was the silent shame of my people for over two hundred years. Every time you scream out in pleasure in the
safety of your bedroom, mocks the pain and humiliation and torment my people
had to endure…”
Sarah’s lips quivered and a tear came to her eyes. She had
no idea how her butler felt, how he suffered every time she… “I’m sorry…I had
no idea….I…” and Tracy began to cry uncontrollably, Sam half-heartedly placed
his hand on her shoulder to console her.
Tracy took his hand in hers and held it tight. “If it would make it up to you….about the way
you feel….” Sam looked at her. What was she about to say? She paused, took a deep breath. “Beat me…!” Sam yanked her hand off him. “You think that by treating you like an animal…would
somehow make me feel better? Again….all
you care about is yourself!” And Sam
stormed out of the room. Tracy put her
hand over her mouth, not to stifle her cries, but to stifle her orgasm! This
was a very painful encounter that she never thought that it would arouse her
so. She looked towards the still
swinging door Sam had just used to exit.
Back and forth, back and forth the door swung….and her pussy twitched.
Her nipples got hard and tight. Her body
shook as she imagined the wooden door striking her on the ass, over and over
again. She could imagine that sound it
would make as it struck her. She held
her hand tighter over her mouth. Her
other hand reached into her strapless blouse and tweaked her nipples. She moaned and began to grind her ass into
the wooden chair. That wasn’t good
enough for her. She eased up and pulled
her dress out from under her and pulled her panties down around her
thighs. Now she could experience the
feel of wood on her ass, but it still wasn’t enough. Her insatiable fetish for pain would not be denied.
“Sam!” She called out. He opened the door and stood
there. “Yes Miss Tracy?” Tracy pushed her chair away from the table
and turned facing towards him. “Take off
your belt…” He slowly worked his belt out of the loops and held it in his
hand. She licked her lips and then got
up and lay over the armrests of her chair.
It wasn’t comfortable and she liked that. She liked it a lot. She then slowly pulled her dress up over her
naked ass. Sam paused. “Get over here and punish me….That’s an
order!” “No…Miss Tracy…I will not!”
Sam defying her, only served to excite her more. She began to rotate her hips, round and
round. Sam was mesmerized by her amazing
round, apple shaped ass. She grinded
like one of those hoochie mamas he had seen at a burlesque theatre after the
show in the back rooms. Miss Tracy was
one-quarter Black and Sam now saw the ‘family resemblance’ in all its
glory. Tracy was ‘high-yellow’ and born
into a life of privilege. Sam, although
a well educated man only knew a life of servitude to Tracy’s family and when
her father and mother passed away, he was kept on as Tracy’s personal
butler. Sam was only ten years older
than Tracy and had seen her grow up into a vivacious young woman. It was her deviant behavior as of late that
he didn’t approve of.
“I told you to get your Black ass over here….and punish me!”
She demanded. Same held the belt tighter
in his grip. He fought the urge to strap
her right there and then. He focused on
magnificent ass and her swollen labia.
He felt the tightness in his pants and became uncomfortable. He thought of what his reward would be, if he
did this. She pulled her blouse away
from her nipples and began to stroke them and pinch them hard. The mere idea of having someone subservient
to her, seeing her in this compromising position drove her wild. She reached back and smacked her ass, hard! “I
told you to punish me…boy!”
That did it…The first strike made Tracy yelp like a little
dog. The pain was delicious! Each strike
would illicit an emotional response from both of them. Sam tore her ass up until she fainted. When Miss Tracy came to, she felt the rocking
motion of the chair, back and forth, back and forth. She turned to see Sam behind her with his
pants around his ankles, thrusting his hard dick, deeper and deeper into
her. Her pussy was wet and hungry for
his thick, long, hard cock as his loins smacked into her tender raw ass. The waves of pain and pleasure washed over
her again and again as Sam picked up speed and pounded her harder and
deeper. Miss Tracy felt like she was
about to choke. The tip of his dick felt like it was at the back of her throat. Her eyes fluttered and she could not
speak. Only primal utterances came from
her mouth. Until…
“Ohhhhhh! Right there…. Right there……don’t you stop! Don’t
you dare stop! Fuuuccckkkk meeeeeee!” she squealed and then her vagina
contracted as she orgasmed and pushed him out forcefully. “Oh hell no!” Sam uttered. “I’ve been wanting
to bang that ass for too long now! This
ends when I say it ends!” Sam reared up
behind her and inserted his dick back where it belonged. Tracy threw her head back and he pumped her
pussy like it was the last pussy he was ever going to get. Tracy’s head shook violently with every
thrust and just before she was about to faint again, the chair made a strange
noise. It sounded like it was about to break.
After all, it wasn’t built for this type of ‘recreational activity.”
Undaunted, Sam grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up in the air and placed
her bent over the more sturdy mahogany dinner table and continued his savage
onslaught on her hot, juicy pussy. Tracy accommodated him by placing her right
leg up on the table. “Right there! Oh
right there….keep hitting it right there!” She gave herself freely to her
manservant. Just the thought of the
word, ‘manservant’, made her hornier, if that was at all possible. Every time he pushed deeper inward, Tracy
would suck in a breath of air. Tracy had
a look of total bliss on her face, so did Sam, although neither could see from
their present position. They both needed
this. She needed to be ‘used’ and he needed
to take this stuck up bitch down a peg or two…. (Who am I kidding? They both
wanted to make sweet love to each other the moment Tracy reached her late
teens. But that would have been looked
down upon by the powers that be. A
mistress having sex with the hired help, what would her parents and the
community think? All that was now a moot point.)
“I’m gonna cum….!” He exclaimed. Tracy took her right foot and pushed back on
his right thigh making him back away and pull out of her. She quickly turned around, dropped to her
knees and began to suck the head of this dick as she stoked him with both her
hands, faster and tighter, faster and tighter.
He then grabbed the back of her head and she took all she could into her
mouth and she sucked and sucked; her head moving at breakneck speed. She then pulled back and continued to stoke
him while sucking the head only. He shot
his hot load all over her face. He
shuddered, stepped back and handed her a napkin from the table and took one for
himself. As she wiped her face off and
pulled up and fastened his pants, he smile said. “Will that be all Miss Tracy?” “That will be all for now Sam….but later this
evening, I want you to bring a bottle of scotch to my room for a night cap…” “Very
good Miss Tracy…..” and Sam turned to exit.
“Sam!” “Yes Miss Tracy?” Sam
stopped and turned at the door. “Bring ….
Two glasses…. And make arrangements to spend the night. “Very good Miss Tracy….”
Sam bowed and exited the room. Tracy
sighed and fanned herself just like a good Southern woman should. Now the games could truly begin……
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