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  Suddenly, Farmer6969’s last message flashed through her mind:

  ‘‘ K u got mail. Tuck it away for a rainy day…”

  Clara opened her email account. It had been a few days, so she scrolled through the spam before she found what she was looking for. It was from him. Subject: Thinking of Us. Clara gulped at the sight of the word “us”. Maybe he was just getting way too involved. She knew that it was her fault too. As many times as she told herself this was wrong, she couldn’t resist her desires or Farmer6969. Worst of all was that deep down, Clara knew she didn’t want to. Opening the email, she read the short message:

  “Sorry our session got cut short. Was thinking about you today, hope you were thinking of me too. –F69”

  As Clara’s eyes drifted over the next line, she knew she needed some help. She pulled out her ribbed, pink vibrator from the nightstand and climbed in bed. Grabbing her phone, she accessed the email again, licked her lips and took a deep breath. Slowly parting her legs, Clara stretched her neck trying to relax. The crisp fresh air from her open window brought a breeze that found its way to her clit, coaxing it to swell twice its size. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the sensation tickled through the length of her luscious curvy body like tiny lightning bolts. It had been too long since she’d treated herself to one of Farmer6969’s fantasies and she wanted to completely immerse herself in his kinky, depraved world.

  Rubbing her legs together, she could feel her tender pussy lips being pushed further apart by her growing clit. Gingerly reaching down to her saturated valley, Clara slipped a dainty finger into her throbbing cavity. One finger in... Two fingers in.... Oh God, two fingers.

  “Oh!” Clara sighed breathlessly as she imagined Farmer6969 menacingly watching her explore her intimate trove. Usually that was enough to make her cum on the spot, but tonight she needed more. The stress of Clara’s sham marriage had become too much for her and she needed more than anything to release the surmounting tension. She arched her back as she inserted her index and middle finger deep inside her wet hairless pussy and proceeded to finger fuck herself rhythmically.

  “Ahhm, Oh God, yes, Massa…” she murmured as she closed her dark eyes. She could hear his voice commanding her to pleasure herself for his amusement. After a few moments, Clara clutched her vibrator and turned it on to a moderate speed. Pressing it against her aching clit, she writhed between her bed sheets as shock waves rippled through her body. “Ahhm, ahh, ahhhh!” Clara moaned as her breaths became shorter and more rapid. She wasn’t ready yet. This needed to be slow burn. She deserved it. Pulling her slick fingers out, she sipped trying to turn the vibrator off. Her pussy was dripping, begging to be filled. Grabbing her 8 inch white flesh colored dildo, she felt another wave rush through her plump body. The contrast of that thick ivory dick against her cocoa skin turned her out every time.

  Clara caressed her body with the pale phallus before inserting the pink tip into her hungry, watering mouth. Thrusting it deep into her throat, she imagined Farmer6969’s strong hands massaging her scalp through her natural, coarse hair coaxing her to go deeper. The cold sensation of liquid running down her trembling hot belly only turned her on more, as the thick creamy milk spurted from her hugely engorged chocolate breasts. Reaching for her phone, she pulled up Farmer6969’s email once more. Continuing to fuck her mouth relentlessly, milk sprayed from her nipples, dotting the phone screen. Clara didn’t care. She needed him now more than ever. Her aching body cried out to be tamed as she allowed his words to engulf her in his sex…

  CHAPTER THREE

  “As I walk up behind you, I roughly palm your leaking breasts through your thin white cotton dress…”

  “Mhm, I like those udders full. Incredible how keeping you bred keeps them full,” My face quickly changes from lust to anger. “You haven't been milking yourself, now have you? I told you what would happen if you did.”

  “No Massa, I swear!” Your large mocha eyes are wide and earnest. You can’t bear the thought of being separated from me again. You well up with tears as memories of being caste out of the house and into the blazing hot field flood your gorgeous head. It had been the longest week of your life. You knew that I didn't want to do it, but you’d been caught disobeying me. I don’t tolerate disobedience. As I gaze at you now, I can barely contain my desire. My cock is so heavy and stiff at the thought of breeding you that it’s a struggle for me to stand up straight. Your dark tanned tits are freely spraying sticky jets of sweet milk all over the floor, hitting my scuffed up boots, your feet and soaking your toes.

  “Bet you're just aching to get all that out,” I murmur, stepping towards you and moistening my lips.

  “I-I leaves these udders full for you, Massa. Promise,” you declare.

  “That's a good girl, now. I believe you. You're leaking all over from the gravity alone. You done good nigg'r. Now feed your Master,” I command, as I sit in my chair and beckon to you. You stand over me, as your milk flow slows back to droplets. I open my mouth wide and latch on to your delectable ink black areola and wait. After a few moments, I let go, enraged.

  “Well, you stupid sow?! Are you going to feed me or not? You must wanna go back in that field after all!”

  “No, Massa, no!” Your eyes are frantic.

  “Well then feed me, you dumb cow,” I snarl. “Just because my mouth is here doesn't mean I'm going to suck. I've had a long day of breeding you and I'm spent. Time for you to put some work in. Milk yourself into my mouth!”

  "Yes Massa, whatever you say Massa,” You obey, squeezing streams of the thick sweet cream onto my tongue. “That's some good milk, huh Massa? I like it when Massa enjoys his milk,” you let your head fall back as I greedily gorge myself on your inflated breast. “Aaaah, ahhmmm, ooh, so good Massa,” you moan. “We sho' got some good milk don't we?”

  “Shut your yap nigg'r, you talk too much!” I growl, pulling away so suddenly that your distended black nipple bounces and sprays the floor. “This isn't 'we's milk.' This here is my milk. I own your ass, that sweet chocolated pussy, your udders and everything that comes out of them, that clear heifer?”

  You nod quickly. You've upset me twice already and don’t want to take the chance of aggravating me any further. “I could put you in the hot box or sell you tomorrow. You just make sure you keep ‘Massa’ happy and we won't have any problems!"

  “Yes, Massa,” you say quietly.

  I continue to greedily suckle your overflowing udders, switching back and forth as I see fit. Grabbing your hand I pull you down closer to me. I guide your hand over my hardened cock. With my head between your massive brown orbs I make slow circles on your chest with my hot tongue.

  “Ahhhhmmm!” you cry out as I latch deeper, absorbing your essence into my center, as you feed my soul and nourish my body with your sweet cream. I reach my calloused, veiny hand down between your full smooth thighs and feel around your steaming pussy. To my pleasant surprise they were already parted slightly and sopping wet. Slowly, I circle one finger around your hot opening while filling myself on your precious nectar.

  “Oh… Oh… Massa, please…” you whimper. “Please… oh God…” I feel your legs tremble as you beg me to end your aching torment. Unlatching from your gigantic tit, milk sprays all over my forehead, mixing with the beads of sweat our combined body heat began to generate. Looking up at you, I can see that your chest is heaving as you pant harder and faster.

  “You want it?” I ask lustfully, my voice deep and controlled. I readied a long pale finger to reach inside of you.

  “Oh yes Massa, please!” You urgently whisper, remembering that we have to be careful not to wake Mistress, my wife.

  “Lift up your dress,” I command gruffly. “I wanna see that you’re ready for me.”

  Silently, but never breaking our gaze on each other, you gingerly lean back on the wooden table and lift your delicate cotton skirt revealing your velvety ebony skin. Without being asked, you spread your legs wide for me, exposing your glistening pussy, pink and ripe like a plump cherry atop a silky chocolate sundae. You throw your head back in anticipation as your nipples spritz more cream in intervals, landing on your belly, pooling in your navel. Your toes curl tightly as I bring my face closer to your erotic valley, opening my mouth wider preparing to feed on your center. This is the part of you that I live for, that you happily surrender to me anytime I want it.

  “Mhm, Clara,” I moan, sinking not one but two of my long white fingers deep into you, “Breeding you every day is necessary for my survival. You hear me nigg’r? You’ve become a whore for a white man. That and only that is your purpose. Do you understand me?” I whisper huskily as I pump my fingers in and out of your juiciness, massaging your silky, sable thigh with my other hand.

  “Aaahh, Aaahh, Oh! Yes, Massa… yes Massa!” you answer between panting. The contrast of my pale hand against your dark flesh arouses my cock even more, stretching the thin skin so far that it felt as though it would split. Two fingers become three as you feverishly impale your pussy on my hand. I watch in awe as you become ravenous, unable to resist the forbidden temptation of our fucking. You know as well as I did that if anyone found out about our salacious trysts there’d be death for both of us. Taking you in now, as the light of the moon beams flicker in the reflection of the perspiration on your beautiful slate skin, the anticipation of nestling my iron white cock deep within you is more than I can bear. Your sex spell always puts me in a trance and I have to fight valiantly to break myself out of it, lest you forget your place.

  Clearing my throat, I snap myself out of your mesmerizing hex. "Now it's time for you to put in some work Clara,” I say in a low tone, trying to hide my undeniable longing for you.

  "Massa?"

  "Drop to your knees and drain my balls!”

  "Yes Massa," You respond breathlessly as I remove my fingers from your plump, wet snatch. While you're on your knees unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants I grab a full hand of your coarse dark hair and pull it straight down, making you look into my steel blue eyes while I bend over to have my hot breath invaded your orifices.

  "Listen nigg’r, we've had this talk before. I don't want to feel anything on my cock but your fat lips, your tongue, and the back of your coon throat! Am I making myself clear?"

  "Yes Massa,” you respond, your cinnamon eyes wide with desire as you get to work on my cock.

  "Massage my balls with one hand! Yeah, that’s right, good girl," I growl.

  A muffled, "mmm hmmm", as you comply.

  My cock gets stiffer and you start to drag a tooth across it as it widens your worthless lips. “Just stop!" I bellow, not caring if I wake up the whole household.

  "Massa?" as you comply and look up at me.

  "Have I been good to you Clara?"

  "Yes Massa, very good. You's the best Massa I had."

  "Well I think you forget that sometimes! I'm feeling teeth on my cock and you aren't getting it in your throat like you do when you have motivation, so let me give you some you fucking lazy Negress. If I feel one more tooth, or I don't feel this cock slip nicely inside your throat, I am going to have Thomas come and stuff your ass right here in this kitchen while you suck my cock! I figure your screaming will keep that mouth of yours wide open and I'll get this meat into your throat one way or another! Is that clear?"

  As you look at me with wide eyes, I hear, "Yes Massa, I make you feel right." Spearing my cock into your mouth I feel it snuggle deep into your throat for the first time that night.

  "Ahhhm, yeah,” I groan. “Much better nigg’r! Keep taking that big white cock deep. You like being Master’s little black whore, don’t ‘cha?"

  “Mmmmhmmm,” is your muffled response with your mouth stuffed full of my inflated dick.

  I take your mouth away from my cock and start stroking it towards your face. "Ahhhm, yeah that’s it nigg’r. Keep going. You’re gonna earn your breeding tonight,” I moan. “Massage the back of my balls with one hand… ahhhmm… and use your other to give them a bath in that… sweet cream of yours,” I manage to choke out as I feel my swollen rod ready to detonate.

  "Yes Massa."

  As I feel the warmth of your sweet milk against my full and heavy balls, pearly ropes of jizz eject from the head of my cock against the determined look on your face. “Ahhh, ahh, ARRRGGGGHH!!” I yowl with beastly ferociousness. Finally I open my eyes and am greeted by the beautiful sight of your tanned face behind a sticky opaque veil of cum dripping down both cheeks, your forehead and your chin.

  "M-Massa?" you manage to squeak out as my jism runs into the crevices of your parted lips. I desperately try to catch my breath as you await my next instruction while the sticky load slowly dries into a tacky mask on your beautifully ruined face.

  “You’re… a good girl nigg’r,” I say between gasps. “Eat half of what's on your face…and insert the other half into that hot black pussy,” I order you. “Now let me watch you clean up."

  Holding my gaze, you take both hands and gather my cum from either side of your face. You gently suck each one of your fingers long and slow ingesting the remains of my sex while the other hand goes under the paper thin fabric of your ivory dress.

  "Yeah, that’s a good little nigg’r whore,” I say drowsily. “Now wait an hour to wash the rest of your face. Keep it there as a reminder that I shouldn't need to give you motivation to do right, what you should be doing right the first time, understand nigg’r?"

  “Yes, Massa,” you respond, still holding my stare.

  "Good, now buckle me up, I have more work to do before bed.”

  "Yes Massa."’

  Clara was beside herself with desire as she lay in bed, feverishly rubbing her thighs together as she lost herself within the words on the screen. Her mouth was sore from thrusting the white dildo into her throat. She could no longer control herself after superimposing herself within Farmer6969’s scandalous fantasies. Her aching pussy cried out to be filled with the massive flesh toned dildo.

  Spreading her legs wide, she squeezed one of her gigantic breasts, spewing sticky milk all over her sizzling dark skin. Pinching her distended nipple, Clara positioned the plump pink prick at her opening. As Farmer6969’s scenario ran through her mind, she pushed the rubber cock into her depths.

  “Agggh!” Clara exclaimed, arching her back as she filled her needy hole. She was so well lubricated that it slipped in without any effort. After only two thrusts of the dildo, the room started spinning. She’d allowed herself to descend into her forbidden inferno of fantasies, being taken into his world – a world of penetration, impregnation, and withdrawal only to re-penetrate to be bred until her insides were blanketed in his thick, hot jizz.

  Deeper... Clara needed it to go deeper. She pumped the dildo into herself harder and faster. “Aaaahhhh!!! Aaaaggghhhmmmm! Oh Fuck! Yes, Massa, Fuck me!!” Clara cried out into the still of the dark night. Within moments she was in was in full-blown orgasm, squeezing thick jets of milk out of her brown orb and gushing cum from her sopping wet pussy. She couldn’t stop herself, her body convulsed so violently that she thought she might drown in her own juices. She kept probing her starving snatch more and more…. Deeper and harder. Clara could feel the ache of her desire ooze out of her with each stab of the rubber cock. It was an ache that had to be fed, no matter what the cost.

  Time ceased to exist for Clara as she surrendered herself to fucking her drenched valley with a fake white cock. With each thrust, she suddenly ached for a real cock inside of her. Her thoughts drifted to Farmer6969, her Master, and with each pulsating motion she felt inside me, she felt his cock fanatically working in and out of her, completely raw without any regard for the risk. His craving to blow his seed inside of her was just as much of a necessity to him as it was to Clara to receive it. Nothing would ever feel better than the force of him shooting his hot white spunk deep into her trembling belly.

  “Agggggghhhhhrrrrmmmmm,” Clara’s moans became deep and guttural as she felt a warm shiver ripple through her body at the thought of her hulking white Master using her for his pleasure. As she slowed her rhythmic movements, she felt her body succumb to a state of limp relaxation. Ever so slowly, she pulled out the veiny rubber cock slick with her sex. As she shifted in bed and brought the dripping toy to her lips, she greedily lapped up the remains, not wasting a drop of her erotic nectar.

  Staring up at the ceiling, Clara lay catching her breath in a pool of her own milk, sweat and cum. Caressing her damp chest, she sighed. She’d succeeded in getting herself this time, but she wasn’t so sure how much longer she could keep herself satisfied without the real thing. Could I really take this next level with him? Emails and messages were one thing but taking Farmer6969 up on his offer for an in person meeting was a whole different monster.

  BLING! BLING!

  The text message chime on her phone interrupted her thoughts. The bright light from the screen shocked her eyes for a moment, but once they focused Clara could see who it was from.

  Farmer6969: ‘Hey u. U get my email? ;)’

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ‘Your shimmering brown skin is illuminated by stray sunbeams seeping through the cracked barn walls as you assume your position on all fours in the hay. As I circle your exposed figure, my thick hardened cock is fighting to be released from my trousers and nestled into the warmth of your hot snatch. I lean down next your face and bring my hand down on your round ass with a loud SMACK! I jiggle one of your cheeks for a bit, then stick two of my long calloused fingers into your tight creamy pussy.

  “You dirty fucking slut you just can't get enough of this big white cock can you?” I whisper huskily in your ear. “Do you know how lucky you are that I picked you to breed?”

  “Y-y-Yes MMmaassaaaa-uhhhh,” you groan as I push another finger inside of you. “

  “Yeah, that’s it. You're the perfect nigg’r sow. I’m gonna keep your plump black ass permanently bred. As soon as your belly swells with my seed, I’ll shoot millions more inside of you and you’re going to take them all, ya’ hear me?”