1. Horse hung nigger slave


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

    slightly at his words. Slowly, Captain Beauragard lifted himself to his feet. Sambo shed himself of his coat and threw it onto the thread worn couch behind him. Leasa Edwards drew in her breath at the sight of the huge black man in his skin-tight, riding pants. Sambo’s enormous genitalia were clearly outlined between his legs, and they hung down nearly half a foot from his crotch. The Captain could see his young wife’s amazement as she stared at the Black’s crotch, seeming almost mesmerized by the awesome sight. The Captain’s shoulders slouched more as he saw his wife’s face and neck redden in—what could only be explained as—arousal. Sambo sat down into the couple’s only easy chair, his legs spread wide and his genitals hanging half off the front of the chair. He looked over the thoroughly beaten, white Confederate Captain slouching before him. “Now, where is this week’s rent?” the powerful, black man demanded. “We only have half...Master Beaux,” Leasa chimed in, hoping to make it easier on her whipped and humiliated husband. “Well, that won’t do,” black Sambo replied curtly, “It just won’t do.” “How will you pay the interest if I allow you to pay up in full next week?” he asked. “How can we...?” Leasa inquired of the commanding, black presence seated before her—looking like some sort of African king. “Maybe by entertaining me...” the Black smirked. Turning to the Captain, Sambo commanded: “Drop your pants, boy!” The Captain looked at him befuddled...in disbelief at what ...
    he’d heard. “Did you hear me, boy? I said drop your trousers—and do it now!” The Captain froze. He looked over at his wife, almost pleadingly. Leasa Edwards averted her eyes to the floor, ashamed and embarrassed for her impotent—and now pathetic—husband. “If I have to get up, boy...I swear, I will beat you within an inch of your life, and then take you out in the street and use my belt to whip your white ass in front of all your neighbors. You want that? A whippin’ by a black man—given to a Confederate officer—for the whole community to see? The newspapers will probably print it up too. Hell boy, you’ll be famous.” Silent, tense moments passed slowly in the room. “One...two...” Sambo began counting, his impatience and anger mounting audibly. Then it happened. Captain Beauragard slowly began to unbutton his pants. In a moment they were undone. He glanced over to his wife, tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo. “Get ‘em down!” Sambo shouted. Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The Captain’s tiny penis and testicles looked ridiculous on his six-foot frame. Suddenly Sambo started laughing uproariously at the ludicrous, under-endowed sight before him. “Good god, Mrs. ...
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