The Master's Pen

By Darrin Nichols

The Master's Pen, is about a young boy born in slavery, who's father is the Master slave owners. Darrin the young boy doesn't understand slavery because he has never been treated as a slave, and as he gets older. He begins to understand the cruelty in slavery and is determined to change and do all he can to fight against slavery without violence, but his weapon is an ink pen, the master's.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669808596

Darrin Nichols

Author, Darrin Nichols Sr. Writes from his heart and from many life's experiences, with the purpose of always trying to use my imagination to give life to my stories, hoping that someone would find some kind of enjoyment from it.

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The time was 1840 in the town of Old Spring Hill, a farm in the state of Alabama. The farm was owned by a man of the name Sam Abrams.

Sam had inherited the Abrams farm from his father, the late Walter Abrams. Mr. Walter had passed it down to his son, Sam, as his father had done for him. Sam was a self-righteous Christian man, who was a well-respected businessman and not because of his father alone. Sam dealt in cotton and fine crops, but the cotton business was his gold mine.

His father, Mr. Walter, had left him the big house and four other houses on the plantation as well as thousands of acres of land and tons of other properties and land as well; but none of the other properties were as large as the one he lived in called big house.

Mr. Walter had also left his son, Sam, the count of eighty-four slaves, none of which he ever referred to as humans, but just labeled them with the positions in which they worked.

He had, of course, the field slaves, the house slaves, and the watchers, which he prided himself in. Those were the ones he paid special attention to for they were the slaves that spotted the other slaves that showed any sign of running off. Mr. Walter always had the finest slaves, especially young women to work in the house, whom he called the house sugar.

Sam was Mr. Walter’s only child by his late wife, Mrs. Ann Walters. Sam grew up in the image of his father. Mr. Walter had taught him everything. But Sam had his own ideas on how to produce more and more slaves. And he would do so himself at the age of only eighteen in which at that time he found a young girl in the church to marry.

Sam had big ideas after inheriting the plantation from his father at such a young age. When Mr. Walter passed, Sam was only seventeen years old.

His mother would die soon after his father not even one year later. Everyone in church said that Mrs. Ann loved her husband so much that she couldn’t live without him.

Sam was shown a lot of attention in the church as well as from everyone in the town of Alabama. Most of the townspeople only tried to seek out what they could swindle from the new and young plantation owner.

In fact, that’s how Sam ended up marrying his wife, Sarah. Sarah’s father, Mr. Miller, pretty much pushed them together.

The first time that Sam had Sarah was right in Sarah’s bedroom right next door to her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller’s. Mr. Miller had invited young Sam to come over after church one Sunday. Mrs. Miller knew Mr. Miller’s intention and didn’t like it very much.

But Mr. Miller convinced her that it was the best thing for them to preserve their land and heritage. The Millers lived on a very little plantation that Mr. Walters owned. They had always bought or borrowed from Mr. Walter, from farm supplies, tools, to even at times water when their well ran dry, which was more often than a few times. Mr. Miller would do so only because the Millers were in debt to him for the land that they lived on.

Mr. Miller figured that the 40 percent of their earnings that they had agreed upon to Mr. Walter for supplies each and every year, if they played their cards right, they could get for nothing from Sam. So they invited him to come over for dinner where they would wine and dine young Sam and seduce him with their youngest daughter Sarah, who was only fourteen years old at the time.

Mr. Miller noticed how Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off Sarah and just about every other young girl in church. Mr. Miller figured he could use Sam’s own lustful ways to trick him into lying with young Sarah, who was a young and well-put-together young girl for only fourteen years old. And Mr. Miller had preserved young Sarah’s virginity just for a time as this.

Mr. Miller had everything planned and set. Now Sam was over for dinner, and he was ready to set his trap. Mr. Miller had begun his trap by first forcing his own wife to wear a special dress that he had bought for her. It was a dress that completely showed off Mrs. Miller’s perfectly round breasts.

Mrs. Miller was only allowed to wear this special dress only in the house for Mr. Miller to enjoy. But on this special occasion, he made her wear it. He said that it would put the tone on the evening, and it worked. The entire time they were all at the dinner table, Sam couldn’t take his eyes off her perfectly round breasts. He would begin a conversation, and the entire time, he just couldn’t resist staring long and hard at her breasts.

Mr. Miller felt confident in seeing the young Sam continually doing so that he felt like he had to spike it up a little. He excused himself from the dinner table and called Mrs. Miller to join him in the kitchen. He left Sam in the dining room alone with the house slaves.

Mr. Miller told Mrs. Miller to begin cleaning up the table, which everyone knew that you had the house slaves for that. Mrs. Miller again felt reluctant to do so, and Mr. Miller had to reinforce his plan to his wife and assure her that it was the only way to firmly secure their dignity and their land, which he had a deal with the late Mr. Abrams himself.

Mrs. Miller agreed to do it, but felt bad inside at the same time. Mr. Miller forced her to pull down her blouse just a little more, exposing her breasts just above her nipples. It would be too much for any man, said Mr. Miller to his wife.

Mrs. Miller, with her perfect large breasts, went back into the room without Mr. Miller this time. She told the house slaves to go to the kitchen and help Mr. Miller with some things.

Mrs. Miller began to pick up each and every fork and spoon slowly around the table so that young Sam could get a good look at her breasts practically falling out. And without Mr. Miller being present, he could stare long and as hard as he wanted without being noticed or without sneaking a good look. Mrs. Miller was with him all alone, and she was slowly seducing him with her perfect round breasts as she slowly picked up from the table just across him.

She never looked up at Sam, but could feel that she had his complete attention. Sam was waiting with anticipation for Mrs. Miller to come closer to gather up the kitchenware, which was closer to him. And Mrs. Miller didn’t disappoint. She came right up to young Sam and bent over to pick up his dinner plate.

She had bent so far down while picking up his dinnerware that one of her perfect round breasts somehow eased out of her blouse.

It got quiet in the room, which seemed like minutes to young Sam even though it was only seconds. Mrs. Miller froze for a second, and then she asked young Sam something that he would remember for the rest of his life.

Sam, could you please give Mrs. Miller a hand? she said as she just stood in the same position right next to young Sam. Would you be a dear and help me? Because my hands are full. Sam reached out to grab the plates that she had in her hands, but Mrs. Miller held the plates firmly.

No, Sam, she said. Help me with my clothes, I couldn’t possibly go into the kitchen with my breast out.

Sam was still in a frozen state of shock. Was she asking me to grab her breast and put it back into her blouse? he thought. Now Sam began to think she couldn’t possibly be asking him to do that. So he reached for the plates in her hand one more time.

No, silly, said Mrs. Miller to him. I need you to fix my blouse first by putting my breast back inside. Can’t be walking around showing the niggers my breasts, can I?

No, said young Sam, stuttering. No, you can’t do that, Mrs. Miller. Sam was still sitting down, and Mrs. Miller moved just a little closer to young Sam where her breast was right in his face.

Sam put his hand on her breast, cupping it in his hand. They were so perfect, he thought to himself. He kind of squeezed it while grabbing it like he didn’t want it to slip or fall out of his hand. He tried to slip it back into her blouse, but the blouse was so tight that he had to use both hands. He was having a difficult time doing such a simple task.

Mrs. Miller saw his difficultly, so she took control and put down the things in her hands. She said, Now, Sam, you’re a young man, and you will have a wife someday and have to help her with these things. She pulled at the third button on her blouse and opened it, and the other breast fell out of it. To Sam, it was as if her other breast had come out in slow motion.

Now both of Mrs. Miller’s perfectly round breasts were out. Sam remembered how many times in church Mr. Miller as well as Mrs. Miller had caught him gazing at her cleavage. Now he had gotten not only a good look at both of her breasts, but still had his hand on one of them.

Sam said, Okay, Mrs. Miller.

Put both of them back for me and close my blouse, Mrs. Miller said. Sam, it’s okay, I have always noticed your eyes on my breasts. Do you like them, Sam? she asked.

I am not sure if it’s okay to answer you, Mrs. Miller, he said, feeling embarrassed.

It’s okay to answer me, Sam. It will be our little secret, just between you and me.

Yes, said Sam while lowering his head.

It’s okay, said Mrs. Miller. You’re a young man, Sam. It’s natural for a young man like you to like to look at women. Have you ever been with a girl before?

No, said Sam, now sounding like a little boy.

So you mean that this is your first time touching a woman’s breast? asked Mrs. Miller.

Yes, said Sam.

But touching them is only the beginning, she said. You have to know how to touch them in a way that a woman likes it. She began to show young Sam just how to properly caress them and then grabbed young Sam’s hand and put his hand under one of her breasts and moved closer to him.

Sam was so shocked at what was happening he thought in his mind that he must have dozed off while sitting at the dinner table and was dreaming. Until Mrs. Miller put her nipple to his mouth.

Open, she said to young Sam, and put your lips around my nipple and suck it slowly but hard.

Sam awakened from his frozen state and began sucking on her breast so hard that even Mrs. Miller was getting turned on.

Sam sucked her breasts harder and a lot hungrier than Mr. Miller had ever done. He sucked so long and hard that Mrs. Miller began to have a small orgasm. She was moaning into young Sam’s ear loud enough for him to only hear her. And then she released yet another orgasm and pulled away from young Sam, but just in time because young Sam was about to have his first.

She turned away from young Sam and fixed her blouse, and when she was done, she walked back to young Sam and put her finger to his lips and said, Remember, Sam, this is our little secret. If you keep it to yourself, maybe one day you can have more.

Sam’s heart began beating so fast that he was sweating like he had been running in the fields on an extremely hot day. Mrs. Miller left the dining room, and then Mr. Miller appeared as if from nowhere.

I take it that you enjoyed your dinner, Sam?

Sam was still in a state of shock, but still answered, Yes, sir, everything was great.

Well, I have just one more surprise for you. Sam, you know my youngest daughter Sarah? asked Mr. Miller.

Yes, said Sam.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller had three daughters. Sam really only knew Sarah because Mr. Miller had given his other daughters away to men in hope of securing future favors when they were young. Sam was too young to really remember them, but he truly knew Sarah because Sarah had what her mother had, but just younger—well, much younger.

Well, Sarah is upstairs, and I have been worried about her, said Mr. Miller.

Worried? said Sam. Why? Is she sick?

Yes, she’s sick for sure, said Mr. Miller. She has got the hot disease.

What is that? Sam asked, puzzled.

It’s when a young girl begins to get the wetness between her legs! Shit, Sarah had her menstrual since she was ten years old. She started developing just about the same time.

Okay, said Sam. Well, how can I help with that? I don’t understand.

Well, I know that she’s just about ready to lose her virginity, and I don’t want her sneaking around with that wetness between her legs. She could end up getting pregnant by some bum or old bastard. So, Sam, said Mr. Miller, I would be honored if you would be her first. Knowing that you come from a good family and all, I was hoping that you could slow down the fire between her legs. You know being her first, put out her fire. Sam’s day was just getting better and better; it was all too unbelievable.

Okay, said Sam. Tell me what can I do.

Well, said Mr. Miller. She’s upstairs and just took her bath. You can go up and stay the night in her room. You know she’s a virgin, and I know you’re an experienced young man. Go up and put out the fire between her legs.

Are you sure about that? Sam asked, trying to hide his excitement, but he couldn’t."

Yes! I will ask Mrs. Miller to escort you up to her room to make sure Sarah is awake. Mr. Miller called out to his wife, and she appeared in the same room as them. Sweetie, I need you to take my boy Sam up to Sarah’s room.

Sam thought that she would be against it, but he was so surprised when she grabbed his hand and began to escort him up the steps.

As they got closer and closer to Sarah’s room, his heart began to beat faster and faster. Mrs. Miller felt his pulse from his wrist. Oh, I can tell that you’re nervous, said Mrs. Miller. It’s okay, just take it easy with her, and don’t be too excited or you will ejaculate prematurely, and no woman likes that.

What is that? young Sam asked, sounding embarrassed.

You know when your penis gets hard and there is an explosion spilling from the head of your penis.

I have never done that, he said, feeling just a little more relaxed with her.

Really? said Mrs. Miller. Well, I guess we just have to get you started. I don’t want you squirting on Sarah before you’re able to please her. Then Mrs. Miller got down onto her knees and slowly pulled down the zipper of young Sam’s pants.

Then she pulled out his penis and began to suck on him. Mrs. Miller was surprised that he was so huge. Sam was going crazy; it wasn’t even a whole two minutes before he exploded into Mrs. Miller’s mouth.

Mrs. Miller sucked harder and harder while he was spilling his juices into her mouth as she continued to suck him dry. She then got up and said, Okay, Sam, all done.

She looked into his eyes and said, Now you will be able to last with Sarah. Your next explosion will take longer and hopefully long enough to please Sarah. Just before she opened the door, she took her finger and placed it on young Sam’s mouth and said, Again, Sam, this is our little secret.

Mrs. Miller opened the door, and Sarah was already in bed reading a novel. Sarah was a bit surprised at seeing Sam from church in her room.

What happened? she asked her mother.

Nothing, said Mrs. Miller. Your father thought it would be a great idea for you and Sam to get to know each other better.

Sarah closed her book and said, Mom, me and Sam already know each other. We go to the same church, remember?

Yes, I know that, Sarah, but just spend some time with Sam, and everything will work itself out. Sam, said Mrs. Miller, go and sit with Sarah.

Sam went and sat down next to Sarah; neither one knew what to say to the other. So they both were just sitting there looking around, trying not to look at each other. They both could tell that every few minutes, someone would come up to her door. They could both see the shadow of someone just beneath her door.

Two hours went past, and it was about 10:00 p.m. when Mr. Miller knocked on Sarah’s door. Come in, said Sarah.

It’s getting late, he said to them both.

Okay, said Sam. I was just about to leave.

No, Sam! said Mr. Miller. "It’s late, and I would feel bad letting you leave at this time. So you can just stay the night, we could all have breakfast together in the morning. And, Sam, Mrs. Miller and I won’t take no for an answer.

So, Sarah, said Mr. Miller, Sam is going to have to share your bed. The other rooms are taken. He then closed the door and went to his own room just next door.

I am sorry, said Sam to her.

It’s okay, it’s not your fault, said Sarah. Daddy’s always doing something, and it’s okay. I could use some company.

I could sleep on the floor if you like, said Sam.

No, Sam, said Sarah. I want you to sleep with me. I guess they think I am too young to do anything since all I do is stay in my room and read books all day. Sam lay down next to her with his clothes on. Well, if you’re going to sleep in my bed, you got to take off those pants and shoes. No pants or clothes in my bed, said Sarah. Sam got up and took off his pants, kicked off his shoes, and then got back into bed with Sarah.

Mr. Miller was right about Sarah; she had a fire between her legs. They were in bed facing each other with only the light of the moon shining through her room. The light from the moon made Sarah’s face seem to have a glow exactly like she was an angel, and being that close to her, he could feel her breasts against his chest and the fire between her legs that seemed to be growing. He could feel her intense heat.

Then it happened. Mrs. Miller had given him the confidence that he had never had before, and he kissed her. Sarah began to kiss him back, and then it happened. He pulled down her nightgown beneath her even more perfect breasts than Mrs. Miller. She was even more perfect than her mother; she was just a little bit smaller. Sarah’s breasts put the P in the word perfect. They didn’t fall or sag down; they stood straight there for him, waiting for attention, and he just did exactly what Mrs. Miller had taught him.

Sarah was being pleased so well by him sucking her breasts that she had her first orgasm in less than two minutes of him sucking on her. She then grabbed onto his penis and began stroking it with her baby-soft hands. He was sucking so long that he didn’t realize what to do next.

Then Sarah said, Sam, I want you inside me. But please do it easy, I have never done it before. Sam’s hard penis seemed to get even harder; it was throbbing, and he could feel his heart beating through it.

He got between Sarah’s legs and tried to put his penis into the fire between her legs. He was so huge and she was so tight that he had a hard time getting inside her.

She said, Put something on it so it can slide in. Sam had so little experience that he had no idea what to put on it.

He then felt something coming out from Sarah’s tight, wet, and juicy hole. Maybe I could use some of the stuff from you. So he began to rub his penis all around her fiery hole, and her juices lubricated his huge penis that he finally got inside her.

Sarah was so tight that she screamed so loud that the entire house could hear her, and since she was right next door to the room where her parents slept, they heard each and every moan. They were making love as well. Mrs. Miller was on top of Mr. Miller when she paused to listen to Sarah’s screaming, and then Sarah got louder and louder.

Sam was penetrating her so deeply, and then his pace began to pick up. He was stroking Sarah, and the more she screamed, the harder he pounded into her tight little hole.

Mrs. Miller was so turned on by it that she began to stroke Mr. Miller harder and faster that she could no longer contain her own excitement. Mr. Miller benefited from all the excitement because Mrs. Miller acted in a way she never had before. Even when the Millers had finished making love, young Sam was still going strong.

Sarah began to feel good and had multiple orgasms. She had read about them in books for years, but now she was experiencing it firsthand. Mrs. Miller’s trick of making young Sam ejaculate to prevent premature ejaculation had worked. Finally, after one hour and a half of him pounding on the young virgin Sarah, he finally had an orgasm.

He couldn’t control his loud moan as he released all his milk inside her and fell down beside her. To Sarah, it was the greatest feeling she had ever had. She stayed awake just staring at young Sam for hours as he slept.

Morning came fast, with young Sam waking to the smell of breakfast. He woke up, and to his surprise, he was alone in Sarah’s room. He heard a knock on the door, and it was Mrs. Miller.

Good morning, she said. How did you sleep? She smiled.

I slept pretty good, he said.

I am sure of that, said Mrs. Miller. I heard you all night. Sam just gave a slight glance with an embarrassing smile on his face.

Well, the washroom is the second door down the hall, said Mrs. Miller. Get yourself cleaned up and come down to the kitchen. Breakfast is being served.

Sam didn’t know what to think as he stood looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn’t know what he would face. He took a few minutes before even beginning to wash off. He knew that he would be at the table where he was seduced by Mrs. Miller, and to top it all off, he had made love to their daughter, Sarah, and they all would probably be waiting together in the kitchen.

When he was pounding out Sarah in the room just right next door to her parents, it was exciting to him at the time, making Sarah scream her lungs out. Being a young man, it raised his ego to the max. He thought as he was pounding on Sarah that his ego would never reach the heights it had as the time of action.

But now reality was hitting him. What did they really expect of him? How was it going to be when he walked into the kitchen? They probably all were waiting for him to come down. He felt like he was going to face a firing squad or like a prisoner who was about to be hanged and had to face all those he had wronged.

Young Sam got his courage and dried off his face and walked down the stairs and to the door that led to the kitchen. He thought to himself that he would just sit, definitely have nothing to eat, but maybe just a glass of milk or a cup of coffee, and be on his way.

He opened the door leading to the kitchen, and to his surprise, there was no one sitting at the table but Mrs. Miller. He was so relieved that he sat down like nothing had happened.

What will you have, Sam? said Mrs. Miller. She went down the list of all the things that were available for young Sam to eat. Sam, all of a sudden, got his appetite to eat; and ate he did. He was so hungry. Mrs. Miller was watching him gulp everything down.

Hungry, Sam? I see, said Mrs. Miller. I guess you must’ve worked up an appetite. Then she gave him a little smile.

Poor Sarah didn’t know what hit her, said Mrs. Miller. She soaked in the tub for over an hour. You must’ve really shown her something.

Sam didn’t have anything to say about that. He just swallowed up his last drop of orange juice and slowly put the glass on the table. Where is everyone, ma’am? asked Sam.

Oh, I should’ve told you, Mr. Miller made me promise that I didn’t forget to tell you that he had to run into town and pick up a few things. Sarah went along for the ride. Mr. Miller was going to get you to tag along, but he said that Sarah must’ve put you in a deep sleep.

Well, said Sam, I am sorry that I was sound asleep. Had a long day yesterday.

I am quite sure of that, said Mrs. Miller.

Well, said Sam, thanks for everything. He got up and pushed his chair to the table.

Sure, said Mrs. Miller. You just get used to our friendship. And, Sam, just remember what I told you about our little secret. And then she walked up to him and gave him a huge kiss on the lips.

Sam was ready to go. He felt like if he didn’t leave now, he would see just how much Mrs. Miller really meant by her words.

Sam went out into the barn and grabbed his horse by the straps and led him out of the barn. He began talking to his horse, which he always did. Well, boy, how did you sleep in this unknown place? He was speaking to his horse as though he would get a reply. Well, I tell you what he said. I am sure that you didn’t sleep as well as I did.

Then he got up on his horse and rode him swiftly home. At home, upon entering the gate to his property, everything seemed to be in place. The fields were covered with cotton and the slaves that worked in the fields. Sam rode with his head just a little bit higher.

He felt for the first time like a man. The little things he experienced would change his life forever. Sam felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do or nothing he couldn’t obtain.

Hello, master, was spoken from half a dozen house slaves. He walked into his house and smelled the aroma of something cooking in the kitchen. This would be the first breakfast that he would miss at his dinner table since he was able to sit at the big table.

Sam was so high-strung that he began to immediately press his new image of himself that he had in his mind. Mr. Abrams, his late father, had nothing but the prettiest girl cooking and cleaning inside the house. He said a man needs something to look at to keep his mind occupied.

Sam was no different. He had the most beautiful slaves working inside the house. He had even replaced a few himself. Sam and his father had just a little different idea of what beauty was. Mr. Abrams liked the house girls, to be thin and quick. Sam was the complete opposite; he liked them to be plump and well rounded. Every one of the house slaves had to be full breasted. And another change that Sam had was that they all wore skirts, short skirts showing off their full-figured legs. He came into the kitchen and sat at the table.

Can I get you something, master? asked Veronica, the kitchen cook. Veronica was stunning to look at, thought Sam, even for a slave girl.

Sam had his eyes on her ever since he was fourteen years old. He would even sneak to the back of the barn and watch her bathe every chance he could. His eyes were full of lust for her since he could remember. Sam sat at the table and watched Veronica very carefully while she moved around the kitchen.

Sam, still feeling the effects of what he had experienced at the Miller house, thought it was about time that he took advantage of his position as the master. His father had raped a few slaves, anyone he chose. Well, during those times, it wasn’t really considered rape because slaves were considered to be a man’s property, nothing more or less than property. But not one of the slave girls wanted it, nor did they entice him to do so.

Sam thought in his head, I think things are going to change around here, so why not begin now? He told Veronica to go upstairs to her room and sit and wait.

Veronica had no idea as to why the master wanted her to go upstairs, especially at her busiest time of the morning. She also had food on the stove and fresh biscuits in the oven. But she knew that whatever the master asked of her, she better be quick to it.

Veronica shut the kitchen, cooking down, and went up to her little room and sat on the bed. She couldn’t think of any reason why he wanted her there. Sam had shown her little or no interest before. It wouldn’t take her long to know exactly what was her purpose of waiting in her room. Master Sam soon was at her door. He gently opened up the door and closed it quietly. He walked over to Veronica and placed his index finger over her mouth.

Do you know why I asked you to come up here? he asked.

No, master, said Veronica, speaking but not giving the master any eye contact.

I was sitting at the big table and watching you work. I think you’re a very beautiful girl. Have you ever been touched by any of the men around here? asked the master.

Touched, how? asked Veronica.

Touched, said the master. Have any of them laid you down? he asked as he guided her to lie down.

Veronica was shaking nervously but didn’t put up a fight. She knew that resisting would or could get her either whipped or hung and maybe even killed.

Veronica, asked the master again. Has anyone been on top of you before?

Veronica now knew his true intentions. No, she said quietly. It would be her very first time having a man touch her the way the master intended on doing. She was so nervous and scared at the same time. Her mother had told her about these things when she was a little girl, just before her mother was sold off.

Master Sam had Veronica lying down. He began to pull down her tiny skirt. Then he removed her blouse. Veronica was fully naked. Sam couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful body. Everything was as if he had designed her body himself. Her skin was without any marks or blemishes. Her breasts were so round and soft, but firm. Master Sam began kissing her neck while squeezing her breasts. Sam would begin with her like he had to that most experience in the world about pleasing a woman. Being at the Millers’, he has had a good teacher. Master Sam began kissing and sucking on Veronica’s breast.

Veronica had her eyes closed the entire time. This worked in Master Sam’s favor because his guilt flew out the door, knowing she wasn’t looking. Then it happened. He opened her legs and began to rub on her clit.

Veronica wasn’t ready for that. She had never felt that feeling before. So she did what just about the same thing that Sarah did. She began to moan involuntarily although she wasn’t pleased with the thought of the master on top of her. Her body reacted as if it liked what was happening. Veronica was shocked out of her mind. How could her mind and body be on different pages?

Sam was truly really obsessed with Veronica, as he had always paid close attention to her since he was a teenager. He had always fantasized about her perfect light-brown body. He couldn’t wait any longer; he just had to be inside her. He opened her legs as far as he could and put his penis to the opening of her tight vagina.

Then he eased it inside her. It was too much for her at first. She was moaning loud, so loud that Master Sam had to cover her mouth. Master Sam was pumping on her rapidly. Veronica was moving and squirming as if she was trying to get away.

That excited the master more and more. He felt like he did with young Sarah like he was too much to handle. Then he did something he didn’t do to young Sarah. He turned her around and began pumping her from behind. Veronica was really screaming now. Her moans turned into screams, and she got louder and louder.

Master was a little embarrassed at first because he thought that for sure, the others slaves in the house could hear her. Then his ego came back to him, and he felt like it was time for all the niggers that he owned to know that Veronica was his and all his. And he knew that she was truthful about not being touched because she bled a little, unlike Sarah.

Master Sam was pumping and pumping poor Veronica. Veronica remembered what her mother told her, to make the master feel good. That way, it would be over more faster. Veronica began to push her perfect fat ass back, trying to match Master Sam’s strokes. Master Sam noticed the change in her, and it didn’t really work in