1. Horse hung nigger slave


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

    “Master Beaux” whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?” Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slave’s affront. Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously: “Why you damned nigger! I’ll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!” But the large black man simply back handed the d***ken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bl**died. “I wouldn’t try that again, boy. Unless you’re prepared to take the beatin’ of your life in front of your wife,” Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier. Slowly, with his wife’s help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man. Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldn’t conceive this ‘darky’, who once served as her f****y’s clown, subduing and humiliating her husband—her country’s hero—with such confidence, such ease, and such mastery. Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his long—now mangy—hair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling Captain’s ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering. Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being ...
    reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man. “If you want more, you’ll get it,” Sambo sternly warned, gazing down at the white man huddled around his feet. “Now APOLOGIZE!!!” the ex-slave ordered the Confederate Captain, who remained gasping and whimpering at his feet. In the stunned silence of the room, all that could be heard was the Captain’s moans and whimpers. Leasa stood looking on, unable to move—to hardly even breathe—in a state of bewildered shock. “Well then,” Sambo said impatiently, as he leaned over and began to lift the Captain’s head by the scalp in order to continue administering the beating... “Please,” a voice squeaked. The voice was not Leasa’s. The voice was Captain Beauragard’s: “Please, don’t...don’t hit me anymore.” “Apologize!” Sambo shouted in the Captain’s face. After a long pause, the Captain squeaked, “I...I...apologize...” “Master Beaux!” Sambo demanded. “I...I apologize, Master Beaux,” the once proud Confederate repeated, as instructed. Leasa turned away from the ghastly scene to hide her tears. It would be difficult for her to ever look her husband in the eye again. “Get your scrawny, white ass off the floor, boy,” Sambo demanded. “B-b-but I can’t. I’m hurt...” the Captain begged, looking up into Sambo’s black face for mercy. None was to be found. “You either get your useless, white ass up or I’m takin’ a belt to you in front of your lovely wife!” Sambo said, looking over to the beautiful young wife, whom he thought he noticed blushing ...
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