1. Horse hung nigger slave


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: Clovisdosantos, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    grounds in ruins. The Union Army swept into Atlanta and the rest—as they say—is history. After the war, things were very different in Atlanta. Social position and graces once prized in southern society were no longer of the same importance. Leasa’s daddy, the Colonel, was killed in the fight for Atlanta. It was unfortunate for Leasa that the Colonel never left a will. And with ‘carpetbagger justice’ being what it was—she was left with nothing. Captain Beauragard owned little. Without the prestige of his military position, he had little to offer. He knew no trade and had little education for business. Soon after the war, prospects for the once enviable, young couple grew more and more meager. In short time, they moved into a small one-bedroom apartment in downtown Atlanta...and not one of the nicer downtown areas at that. Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner they’d paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young couple’s poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation. They awaited their new landlord’s arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and merciful—perhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society. “Darling, please don’t drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,” Leasa ...
    Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years. “I know Leasa, my love...but it’s been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,” the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair. “Darling, we must get over the war and the changes it’s wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...” Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before. A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded couple’s well-worn conversation. When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black. Then the shock of recognition grew over Leasa’s elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her father’s lead slave—Sambo! “Sambo! My god, Sambo! What in heaven’s name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?” The black man’s face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of Leasa’s favorite ‘darky’. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paid—and repaid—all that he was owed. No excuses! Sambo was the Beauragards’ new landlord. “Leasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ...
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