Plantation Wife becomes a Black Cock Whore Pt 1
The following story is for entertainment purposes only.
The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virginia.
I am the owner of a large plantation. My first wife died from pneumonia (few people back then survived it). At age 55 I was in need of a new wife.
I went to a Cotillion and this petite young woman instantly caught my eye. Young, naive and very beautiful. I watched her dance with several young handsome men. Her pale white skin shone like alabaster.
It was while watching her dance...seeing her move, seeing her smile that I was suddenly struck by the thought of seeing a huge Black Nigger Cock in her small white hands and in her mouth.
I could not get the image out of my mind...these thoughts came racing in.
I had never once considered having my deceased first wife fuck the stable full of Niggers I owned. But watching her, and knowing she was young and inexperienced and ripe for training, I realized that this was a sexual fetish I wanted to see fulfilled.
I made some inquires about her, learning her name (Amanda) and having her father pointed out to me. Her father was a rich and powerful cotton plantation owner. This too also excited me....taking his only daughter and turning her into a Nigger Cock Whore made my small dick grow hard.
I knew herr father in passing but now I took the time to formally introduce myself to him. I arranged to meet him at his plantation the next day. At that meeting I told him that I would like to marry Amanda and make you the new mistress of my plantation. At first her father was reluctant. The age gap was nearly 40 years. But soon his greed got the best of him. I told him that while I was getting up there in age, I would take care of Amanda during my life and after my life. I told him that when I passed she would own all my land and possessions (this would include the Niggers that would be breeding her and using her almost nightly....of course I did not tell this to him).
Amanda's father paused for a moment and realized how much more wealthy his family could become and he quickly agreed to our union.
He called Amanda into his study and introduced us. He then told her that I wished to marry her and make her my new mistress. Amanda blushed and averted her eyes. Although she might've had some/many reservations and concerns, her upbringing was such that she knew that men were in power and made the decisions. If this was her father's wish, then marrying me was her duty and she would obey his wishes.
So while I was a bit surprised that she offered no protests, I instantly knew that she was perfect for what I had planned for her. She would not protest my desires and she would dutifully obey me. My small dick began to twitch in my trousers....this was going to work out perfectly!
Our wedding day arrives and it is held on her father's plantation. It is a large celebration and all goes well. Amanda looked so beautiful in her white wedding dress.
Her dress is white and her skin is pale white but strangely enough she is not "lost" in so much white. Her skin looks so fresh and radiant that she absolutely glow.
I think to myself.....30+ years ago I would have been a very lucky YOUNG man to have her for my bride. And I would've been most eager to bed her!
But now I am older. My sex drive has dulled, my small cock just does not perform as it once did. But my sexual fantasies remain strong and these fantasies also help to preserve my fading sex drive.
It's been a big day and a long night of dancing and drinking.
It is now time for us to head off to my plantation, to take her to her new home.
I help Amanda up into my carriage and with many well-wishers wishing us good luck and cheering to us, I turn the carriage towards the road.
Amanda sits close to me and she reaches to hold my hand. I look down at her small white hand. It's so tiny, so delicate, so soft. Suddenly an image flashes through my mind of a huge Nigger Cock being stroked by herr small white hand. My little dick twitches, there is a bit of life in my shriveled little organ still.
I look at her and smile and she returns my smile. She looks happy, she looks like she's eager to begin her new life. Her eyes and her smile tell me that she actually does love me...or at least are wanting to learn how to love me.
For a moment I feel a bit guilty. She has no idea what fate awaits her. She has placed upon me her full trust, as has her family. She is sweet, innocent and trusting and soon that trust will be betrayed.
Up ahead I can see our plantation coming into view. It's lights welcoming us home. Her eyes widen with excitement. She raises my hand to her lips and tenderly kisses the back of my hand.
Once again my imagination sparks to life.....Mmmm, those sweet, tenders lips will look so good wrapped around a Big Black Nigger Horse Cock!
Again my small organ twitches and I crack the buggy whip to quicken the pace of the horses.
The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virginia.
I am the owner of a large plantation. My first wife died from pneumonia (few people back then survived it). At age 55 I was in need of a new wife.
I went to a Cotillion and this petite young woman instantly caught my eye. Young, naive and very beautiful. I watched her dance with several young handsome men. Her pale white skin shone like alabaster.
It was while watching her dance...seeing her move, seeing her smile that I was suddenly struck by the thought of seeing a huge Black Nigger Cock in her small white hands and in her mouth.
I could not get the image out of my mind...these thoughts came racing in.
I had never once considered having my deceased first wife fuck the stable full of Niggers I owned. But watching her, and knowing she was young and inexperienced and ripe for training, I realized that this was a sexual fetish I wanted to see fulfilled.
I made some inquires about her, learning her name (Amanda) and having her father pointed out to me. Her father was a rich and powerful cotton plantation owner. This too also excited me....taking his only daughter and turning her into a Nigger Cock Whore made my small dick grow hard.
I knew herr father in passing but now I took the time to formally introduce myself to him. I arranged to meet him at his plantation the next day. At that meeting I told him that I would like to marry Amanda and make you the new mistress of my plantation. At first her father was reluctant. The age gap was nearly 40 years. But soon his greed got the best of him. I told him that while I was getting up there in age, I would take care of Amanda during my life and after my life. I told him that when I passed she would own all my land and possessions (this would include the Niggers that would be breeding her and using her almost nightly....of course I did not tell this to him).
Amanda's father paused for a moment and realized how much more wealthy his family could become and he quickly agreed to our union.
He called Amanda into his study and introduced us. He then told her that I wished to marry her and make her my new mistress. Amanda blushed and averted her eyes. Although she might've had some/many reservations and concerns, her upbringing was such that she knew that men were in power and made the decisions. If this was her father's wish, then marrying me was her duty and she would obey his wishes.
So while I was a bit surprised that she offered no protests, I instantly knew that she was perfect for what I had planned for her. She would not protest my desires and she would dutifully obey me. My small dick began to twitch in my trousers....this was going to work out perfectly!
Our wedding day arrives and it is held on her father's plantation. It is a large celebration and all goes well. Amanda looked so beautiful in her white wedding dress.
Her dress is white and her skin is pale white but strangely enough she is not "lost" in so much white. Her skin looks so fresh and radiant that she absolutely glow.
I think to myself.....30+ years ago I would have been a very lucky YOUNG man to have her for my bride. And I would've been most eager to bed her!
But now I am older. My sex drive has dulled, my small cock just does not perform as it once did. But my sexual fantasies remain strong and these fantasies also help to preserve my fading sex drive.
It's been a big day and a long night of dancing and drinking.
It is now time for us to head off to my plantation, to take her to her new home.
I help Amanda up into my carriage and with many well-wishers wishing us good luck and cheering to us, I turn the carriage towards the road.
Amanda sits close to me and she reaches to hold my hand. I look down at her small white hand. It's so tiny, so delicate, so soft. Suddenly an image flashes through my mind of a huge Nigger Cock being stroked by herr small white hand. My little dick twitches, there is a bit of life in my shriveled little organ still.
I look at her and smile and she returns my smile. She looks happy, she looks like she's eager to begin her new life. Her eyes and her smile tell me that she actually does love me...or at least are wanting to learn how to love me.
For a moment I feel a bit guilty. She has no idea what fate awaits her. She has placed upon me her full trust, as has her family. She is sweet, innocent and trusting and soon that trust will be betrayed.
Up ahead I can see our plantation coming into view. It's lights welcoming us home. Her eyes widen with excitement. She raises my hand to her lips and tenderly kisses the back of my hand.
Once again my imagination sparks to life.....Mmmm, those sweet, tenders lips will look so good wrapped around a Big Black Nigger Horse Cock!
Again my small organ twitches and I crack the buggy whip to quicken the pace of the horses.
7 years ago
