Good Boy, Samuel

There was a peculiar smell, I thought that she may have wet herself, but I soon recognised it, as one of my Aunts sometimes had the same smell.
The ‘Missus’ was now rocking backwards and forwards while she was sucking on my penis, her private parts were nearly touching my face. I had never known a feeling like it, as her rubbing and sucking became more frantic, and suddenly, I had that feeling again, in my balls, then a wonderful feeling of release, as my penis shot it’s stuff. She continued sucking harder and faster until my 'stuff' filled her mouth. Still holding my penis, she tipped her head back and swallowed all of my….what you would call….cum. 

“Good boy, Samuel. Very good boy!” she panted, as she looked over her shoulder, “Pull my knickers to one side,” she told me, as she licked my white stuff from chin. I did as I was told, accidentally touching her private parts, which were very hairy and soaking wet, as I took hold of the material.

“Yes!” she groaned “Good boy, Samuel!”
Obviously, I had seen my mother naked, but nothing could have prepared me for this.
“ Put your tongue out, and lie back,” she commanded me.
Still holding onto her knickers, I did as I was told.

The Missus eased back, until she was sitting on my face. The smell was still very strong, but it tasted quite nice! (He permitted himself a chuckle at the thought.)
She then rubbed herself up and down and all over my face like a lioness marking its territory. She was now telling me to lick the sides and to put my fingers inside. I eased one finger inside. It felt strange; very hot and sticky; I was being very gentle, as I did not want to hurt her. 

“More! More!” She shouted. I managed to slide a second finger in then a third, as she continued to press and rub against my face. “Oh God, yes! Deeper, deeper,” she was shouting at me. 

I have to tell you that I was scared, but continued pushing my fingers into her, as my tongue was flicking against her private parts.
Eventually my tongue rested on a little stone or pebble, at the front, “Oh God Yes!” she screamed, “That is right, keep doing that!” she kept shouting, as she pressed harder against my face until I could hardly breathe. But I knew I must continue, or the Missus might be displeased with me. All of my fingers apart from my thumb was inside her, by now. 

As I did this, the Missus was pulling at my penis, as if she wanted to rip it out.

She was now so excited; she was even using rude language, that I had only heard the ‘field hands’ use. She shouted, “that is right, Samuel, lick me, lick my cunt! I am going to fuck you, so hard, when you have finished licking my cunt! I want this fucking monster right up me, until you fill my belly!” I was shocked, as the Missus was a Sunday- School Preacher!

As he told his story, Samuel never took his eyes from mine. 
“I want your cock!” she shouted as she began sucking it again. Suddenly, she pressed her private parts harder against my face, and began shaking as my penis fell from her mouth.

Honestly, I thought that I had killed her, or she was having a fit, or something!
“Are you all right, Missus?” I called, “Don’t die, Missus!”

She then rolled off me, and with a wicked grin, she told me, “I am not going to die, Samuel! In fact, I think that you have just brought me back to life!”
Samuel was grinning from ear to ear. 

“Wow!” I gasped, “Is there anymore?” I asked, a little bit too readily!
“Yes, miss. Are you sure that you want me to continue?” Samuel asked for reassurance.

“I’m just going to the toilet, won’t be long!” I staggered to the ladies room. When I sat on the toilet, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, and the effect that he was having on me. My own fanny was swollen and sweaty, just like the woman in the story, and my nipples were sticking out, like wooden pegs. 
All I could think of was the ‘thrashing’ that I was going to give myself, with my dildo, when I got home.

When I re-joined him, he was now sitting in the lounge. 

I noticed that Samuel had positioned his seat, so he had his back to the rest of the room.
As I picked up my wineglass, he asked if I wanted him to continue.
Grinning, I replied, “Yes please.”
“The Missus, straightened her clothes and went back to the Big House. My penis did not go soft, for the rest of the day, as I sat around trying to remember every small detail.

When my mother arrived back from work, she told me that the Missus had decided that I was now old enough to work in the Big House, as her ‘house-boy’ and I was to report for work, the next morning.

When we arrived in the kitchen, the next day, my mother made some breakfast, and sent me upstairs with a tray, for the Missus.
I knocked on the door, and the Missus called me in.

The Missus was naked, and her large white breasts were resting on the bedclothes. I was shaking with fear as I walked towards the bed, with the tray.
“Put it on the dresser,” she told me, “then sit beside me.

I sat beside her and tried not to look at her wonderful breasts. You must remember that this woman controlled my mothers’ destiny and mine and could banish us without a second thought.

“You have not told anyone about what we did yesterday, have you Samuel?” She asked as she sipped her tea.
“No, Missus,” I whispered, staring at the wall, as I shook my head.
“Look at me Samuel,” she said as she tapped my shoulder.

I did, but could not stop looking at her large white breasts. I was afraid that she would be angry with me.
“Good boy, Samuel,” she repeated. “You will now work in the house, and live here, too. I will look after you in a way that your mother never could. You will only work for me, and you must never tell anyone, including your mother, about the things that we do. Do you understand?” She laughed, as she took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. I nodded my agreement.

“Does that feel nice?” she asked me. I nodded my head, “because it feels nice for me.” Suddenly she told me to stand up, “Take your clothes off,” she demanded. I took my top off, then slid my pants down. I smiled as I heard her gasp. “Oh my God!” she whispered, “It is as big as I had remembered.

The Missus then threw back the bed sheets, revealing her naked body. 
I felt my penis begin to swell, and stick out again.
She then patted the bed, “Come here and kneel next to me.”

As I did this, my penis was swinging from side to side, which amused her.

When I was beside her she pulled the skin from the end and rubbed the tip across her breasts, “I s that good?” she kept asking, and I kept nodding, as my penis grew harder and harder.

Like the day before, she could not wait to put my penis in her mouth. Only this time she was a lot gentler, with me, using her tongue on the tip and the length. I was enjoying this much better. As she sucked me, her hands were stroking my bottom and my stones that were dangling between my legs. I had to hold onto her shoulders, to stop myself falling over, but this also seemed to force more of my penis into her mouth.

After a few minutes the Missus stopped, and took my penis from her mouth. Still rubbing it, she asked, “You are not going to come yet, are you?”
I did not understand. She laughed, at my ignorance; “Nothing is going to come out, is it?”

“No, Missus, no.” I answered.
“Good. Now get down to the bottom of the bed,” she told me. As I did, she opened her legs wide apart. The light in her bedroom made her white body look magnificent. I could not take my eyes away from the sight between her legs. Her private parts were bright red and very wet. So wet that I thought that she was peeing on the bed. 

The Missus was panting again, as she told me to rub my penis against her private parts. It felt wonderful as I stroked myself against her. It nearly slipped in once or twice, which made her moan.

“Yes, yes. Slide it in now!” She shouted. I could not stop myself, and my penis got half way in without any effort. “Yes, yes! Fuck me, you little bastard!” she kept shouting, as she grabbed my hair. “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck me, boy. Fuck me!” Her legs were now wrapped around my waist, and my penis was nearly completely inside her. I was shaking, and did not know what to do next. As the Missus was rocking her hips I did the same, which made her scream, out loud.
“Faster, faster! Fill me full of black cock!” she shouted. I did as I was told, making her scream even louder. 

Then she began to shake, like the previous day, which made my penis ‘erupt’ again. “Yes, yes, good boy Samuel” she panted, as she continued to grind her hips against me.