Harvey Nash's Slave Girls

Harvey Nash, a tobacco farmer in eastern Tennessee, had 4 slaves, but none of them were field hands. He harvested his own tobacco, damn it, and was proud of the fact. No, these chattel were women, his women, and he loved every one like any man loves his ladies. That was the way Nash was made- he was the kind of man capable of loving more than one woman, and loving them with the most authoritative, protective benevolence.

Naturally, his girls were either black or biracial, but to Nash they were as beautiful as any belle. Slavery to him was not about racial hatred or bias, but rather about keeping the women he loved. They were not worked hard, instead being indulged in many ways by Nash, who wanted them to know that as long they behaved, he would pamper them, but if they ever stepped out of line, he would have to punish them- probably by selling them to less kind and considerate owners.

He kept a schedule with the ladies, and tonight was Missy's turn, which meant that she would get the first lay of the day, followed by the others. Missy was a sweet mulatto girl, about 19 years old, with light brown skin, silky dark brown hair, and the most unlikely eye color- blue-green. Her breasts were small, but her lovely, long legs and perfectly shaped posterior more than made up for that fact.

She particularly enjoyed having her master penetrate her pucker ferociously, with a powerful, manly thrust stretching out her sphincter. So, Nash gladly opened up the evening by bending her over the only bed in his log cabin, lifting her dress (always short for this purpose), and spreading her hips for his entrance into her exit.
She understandably squealed in the combined feelings of aching anal pain and delicious pumping of her sweet bottom, filling it with the ultimate sense of intimacy and abandon. The sensation of being completely vulnerable, as her wonderful master entered, used, pleasured, and controlled her, made her gratefully wet. 

When he was finished with his finest touch, he began to mount her pussy and furiously fuck her doggy-style, at last letting loose a gratifying load of semen into her cunt. Seeing the extent of her total loss of self-restraint, as she surrendered to the sweet release of orgasm, forgetting everything but her climax, the others were soaking from the view of her ecstasy, and were soon eager to feel again what they had felt so many times before- the reason they were enthusiastic about being enslaved.

Nash did not torture them long, as he undressed each of them in turn, beginning with their skirts, hiking them up and butt-fucking the ladies to sore, sweet satisfaction. Then, he rammed their womanhoods with absolute, fucking enjoyment. They all screamed his name as he rode them hard, pleading with him to wear them out. By the time he came, they had already come at least thrice each. These girls had not had any "nice girls don't do that" crap shoved down their throats, which was a large part of what Nash loved about them. They just thoroughly experienced the sweet, sweaty sensuality of their bodies, his, and each others'.

Nash now let that last fetish be fulfilled, as the girls ate each other's cum-filled cunnies, licked and rimmed arses, sucked toes and breasts, fingered each other, and kissed everyone with their lips as well as tongues. Lucille, the oldest, at 34, was a full-blooded Negro woman, and by far the most experienced at lesbian sex. She performed the cunnilingus to the max, and then she started the others, Missy, Jeanne, and Caroline, in the sharing of his cock, which simply meant that the girls would take turns sucking and licking it, as well as his hairy testicles. Before the hour ended, Nash was shooting his sperm out, allowing them to drink from his fountain to their content. They were lapping it up like it was wine, cider, or some other tasty nectar.

The evening concluded with Nash fucking Lucille cowgirl-style, while Missy mounted his mouth, Jeanne lathered his balls with her saliva, and Carolina bent over for his fingers to probe her backside. This was just a typical night for this hard-working farmer, reaping the benefits of his effort by tasting the twats he was giving food and shelter. They loved him, and knew that "freedom" was just not for them. They were bound to him for life, not just by the law, but by their need for a manly master to provide and protect them, not to mention to please them with his delightful dong.