1. Horse hung nigger slave


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

    Beauragard...you must be one horny woman if this is all you ever had in your bed!!!” Then Sambo continued laughing, slapping his knee and shaking with delight. Leasa tried to look away, however she couldn’t help but notice just how little her husband’s genitals were. Her gaze was then drawn to the sorely stretched pouch that struggled to contain the huge phallus between the black man’s spread legs. Her gaze was lost on neither Sambo nor the humiliated Captain Beauragard. Sambo fumbled in his coat pocket and drew out his old harmonica. “OK Captain, I’ll play. You dance!” Sambo began playing the kind of merry tunes he used to play when he was the one commanded to dance, in the old days on the grounds of Tara. Captain Beauragard just stood there in shock, his pants wrapped around his ankles. Sambo stopped abruptly, “Didn’t you hear me, boy? I said, ‘dance’!” “But...I...I can’t dance,” the Captain pleaded. “Sure you can, Captain. Just remember how I used to do it. Lift your feet up in a little kind of a jig...go ahead! Leasa and I want to watch ya’ and have a laugh. Don’t we, Leasa?” Leasa Edwards hung her head in shame, remembering how she would laugh at the fat, black man’s dancing years ago. She would never have imagined, in those heady times, the tables being reversed in such a horrible way...as they were now, in the awful spectacle taking place before her. Sambo began playing again and tapping his foot. The Captain stood trembling before him. Sambo finally stopped. He gave ...
    the trembling white man in front of him an angry scowl. “I won’t ask again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?” The Captain nodded. Sambo began the song again, tapping his foot in time. The Confederate officer—slowly at first, then faster—began to lift his feet in a silly jig. He struggled with the pantaloons that were tangled around his ankles. But in time, his efforts paid off, and he was jumping and bobbing around in a ridiculous, little dance. Along with the hopping and bobbing, the Captains infantile genitals flapped and swung about in ludicrous fashion. Sambo suddenly had to stop his playing to laugh aloud, uncontrollably. Leasa Edwards turned her head away from the nightmare she was witnessing, and began sobbing. She could never again feel anything but pity for the pathetic, dancing white man before her. As she sobbed, Leasa wondered what she could have ever seen in this man. The Captain finally fell backwards to the floor with a loud thud, his feet hoplessly tangled in his pants. He just lay there crying with shame at his own humiliation and cowardice. “Leasa, come here,” Sambo commanded, turning to the sobbing woman who once represented the height of southern society. Leasa dabbed her eyes, rose from her chair, and approached the black man, as instructed. “Kneel here in front of me, girl,” Sambo ordered her. Slowly, Leasa turned to look for any kind of protection or aid from her husband. She looked down to find him still lying on the floor, his pants tangled around his feet, ...
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