Brown Mistress 7

Brown Mistress 7 [part 7 of 14]
By: Will Buster

Brown Mistress Chapter 7 by Will Buster

Anna sat at the unfamiliar table. She was in the formal dining room just off Jacob's kitchen. Some stupid colored wench named Lucy was serving her coffee.

"We is so happy that you're here Senora. Fanta and me will do all the house chores cause we's now the house niggers. Liza does most of the cookin' and Jonah drives the coach and sometimes tends the door for parties and such."

Anna's cheek felt like it was double its normal size and it hurt every time she bit any kind of food, but at least nothing seemed to be broken. She'd woken up earlier to an empty bed. It was strange. Since that incredible night in the garden, he hadn't taken her. He?d told her he wanted to wait until they'd gotten to his home. But that creep of a father had assaulted her in spite of her attempt to be civil with the man. All she'd gotten was a bruised jaw and a night without her new husband. Where was that old creep anyway?

"Lucy, where be Senor Cyrus?"

Lucy frowned ever so slightly. "Why Massa Cyrus is dead. They be burying him this mornin'. Dat's why Massa Jacob been so busy. He be makin' sure everything be done right and proper."

That stunned her. Anna thought to herself, "Dead? How could that old creature be dead? He'd knocked her out with one punch so he must have had a lot of strength. But this little darky just told her Cyrus was dead. It must be true, but how?"

The little black girl was placing some cold beef and bread in front of her. Anna asked, "How did it happen?"

Lucy felt gratified that the new mistress of the house was so friendly. "Massa Jacob say the old Massa Cyrus, why he done had a stroke and died real quick like."

Anna munched on the toast deep in thought. Something wasn't quite right about all this but, what? Cyrus apparently drops dead shortly after punching her candles out? It was too convenient, too much of a coincidence although it did strangely add to her inner feeling of well being. At least she wouldn't have to worry about getting hit or screamed at again. But had Jacob helped his father reach the precious gates of the New Jerusalem before his time?

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"Massa Quintal! Massa Quintal! We needs your help!"

Quintal heard someone calling his name. It was rude to be interrupted like this. Why couldn't they stop? He was in the middle of licking a very creamy pussy hole and the sex screams of the slut he was enjoying were sending his dreaming thoughts to bliss. Oh hell! Hell! He was back in his dirty cabin again. His head was swimming. Christ, why couldn't the place stop moving and who the fuck was banging on the door?

Jeremiah saw the door open and Quintal stuck his ugly head out. "This betta be real fucking important nigga!"

Massa Quintal, you gotta come quick! We found a white boy murdered down by the river! We need your help Massa. We don't know who it is! We don't knows what to do cause we dumb niggas just like you say!"

Quintal was still trying to clear out the cobwebs and why did this stupid nigger have to talk so fucking loud and so fucking fast. Something about a white boy dead near the river? What kind of horse shit was this? Pain lanced through his brain as the noise of that jaw flapping darky kept sending agonizing little shocks between his ears. He slid his aromatic fingers across his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, attempting to gently massage the pain away.

"A dead white boy? What the fuck you talkin' about nigga!?"

He grabbed Jeremiah by the flimsy collar of the servant's shirt. "Now what the fuck is this all about fuck head?"

It took them ten minutes to get down to the river. This was the area of the plantation that was comprised mostly of thick woods. Undergrowth grew in profusion here and it provided firewood for cooking year round. True to his word, Jeremiah brought him to a small clearing hidden among the thickets and trees that hid even the river from view. Just as Quintal emerged from the woods to enter the open space he was jumped by four large black men.

Quintal was a big, strong man. He'd grown up in the back streets of Charleston in the poor quarter and new a lot of dirty tricks when it came to street fighting. Unfortunately for Quintal, his previous night's debauchery left him far from his normal robust self. When Jeremiah joined the others the embattled overseer was quickly subdued. His hands were tied securely behind his back.

"Bring him over here Jeremiah." Jacob's voice was cool and collected. It was if he'd asked the darky to bring in a plate of ham or glass of wine. For that reason, the command sounded more ominous than it otherwise might have.

Quintal was half dragged, half prodded to where the new Master stood. "Get on your feet pig!"

Quintal looked into those passive cool, gray blue eyes and he shuddered involuntarily. Slowly he struggled up, his overweight body making it difficult.

"I do believe pig, it's time you paid the piper.. Jeremiah secure him to the tree over there!" Jacob pointed to the tree that had been prepared. Ropes hung from two very sturdy branches. Quintal hollered, "You can't do this! Tell these niggers to let me go!" Quintal was inexorably forced to the grim looking tree. To his horror the overseer saw a long, rectangular hole about fifteen feet to the right. It had fresh piles of dirt around it.

The four blacks didn't have any trouble getting Quintal's arms tied to the new ropes and soon he was standing there his arms extended away from his body at about a forty five degree angle. Then he felt his shirt ripped from his back. Quintal growled, "When Massa Cyrus finds out what you niggas doin' he'll kill you all!"

Jacob moved to stand in front of Quintal who had to stand on his toes to keep contact with the ground. The new master couldn't repress a smirk. "Actually pig, I don't think Cyrus will find out and if by some miracle he does, I don't think he'll say a word against it. If I were you, I'd be more concerned as to what is going to happen to you. Jeremiah the gag!"

The big black man got a strip of burlap out of his pocket and handed it to Toby. "Here you shove it in Massa Quintal's mouth."

Quintal was beginning to become afraid. "Please Mister Hawker; you can't let these coons do this!"

Those were the last coherent words that Quintal was permitted to speak. As the gag was roughly thrust into Quintal's mouth, Jacob looked into those panicky eyes and actually laughed.

"Does light begin to dawn pig? Did you really think you could subject me to the lash and get away with it? Not bloody fucking likely pig!" Jacob glanced over at his new overseer. "Jeremiah do you have the whip?"

"Yes Massa, Jonah got it right here."

"Well pig, you were instrumental in giving me a dozen lashes and these fine boys here have received a lot more. Show the pig your backs boys!"

Quintal cringed as he saw five black backs, scarred with the lash in the tell tale criss-cross fashion that Quintal had been so fond of using in the past. Jacob looked into the faces of his servants. Today boys you are going to get some justice. I'm not my pa. The only time I'll whip a nigger is if he deserves it and I won't whip a nigger for what he says. I might give him more work if he back talks to me but I'll only use the lash for major offenses. This pig here is a major offense. So each one of you gets to whip the pig ten lashes and if he's still alive, you get to do it all over again. So enjoy yourselves boys. I'll just sit over hear and watch the pig whine."

The five black men gave Jacob appreciative smiles. Toby snickered, "Thank you kindly Massa. I been wanting' to take care of old Massa Quintal for a long, long time." There was a murmur of agreement and Jeremiah picked up the whip, gently stroking it like a soft woman's skin. "Yeah Massa dis be well oiled and ready for some proper flayin'."

The Negroes took there time with the execution. They savored every stroke that they slashed Quintal's back with. As one darky would crack the raw hide on Quintal's exposed back, the others would taunt and insult him. Unfortunately for the overseer, he had a very strong constitution. It took over two hours for Quintal to die.

They buried him along with an empty whiskey jar. As the whipping had gone on, the strong drink was passed around in their gruesome festival. A half an hour after that, it was as if Quintal had never existed. His few belongings were either burned or distributed to the servants. His quarters were taken over by Jeremiah who was now the new overseer and every black on that plantation thought that Jacob was their personal savior. He'd gotten Quintal to leave and that evil slug Cyrus was safely in his grave and all in just one day. They knew he'd still want them to work. That was expected. But with Jeremiah running the place, they knew whippings would be rare. It was if over night, despair was replaced with hope. Massa Jacob would take them to the Promised Land and if it wasn't quite freedom, it was sure a hell of a lot better than what they'd endured under Cyrus.

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It was well after supper when Jacob finally was alone with his wife in his father's former bed room. He'd yearned for this moment when he would make donia Anna Maria Lopez de Alverez absolutely his. They'd both anticipated this union. It was the moment of truth, the beginning of their new world. It was all to be seen in their interlocked eyes as they swiftly shed clothing. Anna was no longer angry with her handsome, virile spouse. She stood before him, gloriously naked in the faint candle light.

"Now my Spanish kitten, I will taste all of you. I must learn every inch of my precious Anna. I had to take you the first moment I saw you when you entered the ball room like you owned it. I said to myself, she is the one. It was as if I'd spent my life, waiting for that moment when you walked into my life. If I am an animal, you made me an animal. When you were in my arms I could not restrain myself. I had to take you on the spot!" Her arms slipped around his neck and between salacious kisses she murmured, "Oh Jacob! Jacob! Please take me now like you did in the garden! Don't hold anything back from me! You are my love, my Cavalliero and my wild animal!" Her laugh was genuine and inviting.

He pushed her back onto the large, soft bed. She spread open for him, her slender legs arching in alluring invitation. He pulled her foot to his mouth and sent shivers down her spine when he greedily sucked those dainty toes. He moved from arch to calf to thigh, kissing, licking and tasting as if trying to learn everything about his wife through his mouth. He drove her crazy by avoiding her groin and shifting his attention to her belly and tits. All this time she moaned and sighed, encouraging him to do more.

Anna's face was inflamed with shame and lust. She grabbed the sides of his head, forcing him to suck her breasts harder. Her pussy was oozing beyond her control. Anna gasped, "Take me Jacob! Please! You're driving me loco!"

He finally reached her slick honey pot. She spasmed when his soft tongue slurped on her exposed swollen clit. Her body jerked up and her legs clenched on his head, willing him to stay and do much more to her quivering cunt. Her breathing became quicker. Whimpers kept escaping her lovely throat as her passions built once more.

Anna had carefully prepared for this coupling. Her expensive perfume combined with her musky female aroma was driving him wild. She tasted so clean and fresh as he drove his tongue between her labia and greedily sucked pussy juices off her inner cunt walls. He used his arms to push her legs back and then cupped her tits as he kept eating and eating and eating that prime, Spanish fuck hole. He flicked little circles on her perineum and slipped his velvety tongue even into her anal pucker. That sent her blood racing! It was so disgusting, so dirty, so utterly divine. He was licking and tasting her shit hole and he liked it. Anna couldn't stand it any more. She had to have his cock inside her now.

"Oh Jacob! Fuck me! Put it to me and fucking fill me!"

Her hot Spanish blood was now molten. The second he pushed the head of his cock into her hot lust tunnel, she grabbed his ass cheeks and forced him inside her with one savage lunge.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Oh God! God! Oh Jacob! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it hard!" I want it hard! Harder! You fucking hombre! Si! Si! Jesu! You beast! Fuck! Yes!"

Years of repressed frustration finally exploded inside Anna. Ever since she'd been 13 her cunt had ached for a thrusting cock worthy of her exquisite lust. She cried out and dug her sharp nails into his rippling back. She kept writhing on him, aching for more orgasm. He'd tasted her and sucked her and now he was slamming his meat into her because she wanted to fuck more than any thing else in the world. He'd brought her to his home and she would bare his children. She would fuck his cock every night when it was dark and so quiet. She would drain him dry until seed filled her cunt and belly.

Jacob kept her fires blazing. He sucked her toes again and slurped on her tits. His mouth sent tongue and spit into hers, muffling her loud sex cries as she shuddered from one exquisite climax to another. She thought her body would burst apart and still his cock rammed her hole with energetic force. She knew now that he was expert in pleasuring women. Had he learned all these naughty tricks from the filthy bodies of nigger bitches? Even that probability made her blood burn hotter as she lunged to meet his prolonged fuck meat.

When the fucking got really wild and intense she started swearing in Spanish and her writhing and clutching vagina became pure female animal.

Jacob finally reached his searing peak. "God! Anna! You fucking Spanish bitch! Fuck!"

With his own howl of triumph Jacob blasted spurts of seed for a glorious minute into his shrieking new wife. To his amazement she didn't slow down. Her squirms, swivels and sensuous shudders kept him hard.

"Again you fucking beast! Fuck me! Ravish me! Force me to fuck your cock all night! Make me your woman! Oh Jacob! Jacob! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me! I want your seed! So give me all your seed!"

One of his arms was under her neck and the other below her slim waste now. Anna's silky legs were around his back, clutching him harder and harder, willing him to bang her silly. Their mutual moans and gasps were muted by their long, drawn out kisses. They blended together, lip, crotch and soul. They were one. They were joined. They were united in love and lust.

Jacob finally came up for air and he was yelling, encouraging Anna to give him her heart and soul.

"Anna love me! You hot slut! Fuck me! Jerk on it! Fuck it! I want your cunt Anna! I'm gonna eat it and suck it and fuck it for fucking years! I love you! Oh Anna! Anna! Anna!"

"Yes husband, yes! Give me a baby now! Right fucking now! Mate me! Get me! Fuck a baby into me now! Oh Jacob! Jacob! It's so beautiful! I adore you! I love you! You're such an animal! Fucking fill me! Yyyyeeeessss! Yes! Oh Jesu! Jesu! Fuck!"

They came together in a ball searing, cunt wrenching climax. He sent several squirts of seed surging into that wiggling, vibrating love hole that he'd been ravishing with all his might and soul. He couldn't believe he'd released again into her so quickly but she was young and hot blooded. He couldn't help calling her obscene names as he gloried on that sizzling pinnacle of utter rapture.

"You fucking hot bitch! God! Fuck!"

Her own contractions and shudders propelled her own musky lust to burst out of her g spot and at the instant of this double revelation, there groins were drenched thick with their mutual essence. He kept plowing into her squishing maw until at last they both came back to sanity.

Anna's voice trembled with tears of joy. "I never knew that love could be like this. I hunger for you. I crave you inside me. You must take me again." Her teeth nipped his ear lob as she whispered her desire so only he could hear. "You are such an animal my randy Senor. I love it. Take me again and prove to me you are a man!"

Her legs were still locked on his back and her finger nails dug into him, preventing him from escaping her fierce embrace. Her slushy cunt kept maneuvering on him, squirming in delightful little ripples as she willed him back to hardness. This was her marriage night and Anna was determined to fuck Jacob's cock until dawn. She was as greedy for orgasm as king Midas for his gold. She stank from sex and sweat wet skin. Her hair was tangled from his hands when he'd desperately held her head, forcing her to accept his torrid kisses.

Ever so slowly, his dick recovered and the sensual dance began again. Her kisses were electrifying, demanding response from his tongue and his cock. She gripped him with vaginal muscles she didn't know she'd possessed. She longed for more of his seed. Anna loved how it felt when Jacob pumped her full of that creamy, warm flood.

As her exciting friction increased, perking up his pace she begged him for what she most wanted. Her passion was fierce as if hate was mixed with her lust.

She spat into his mouth and screamed, "Get me with child! I want seed! Give me your baby. Faster you fucking hombre!"

His thrusts became vicious and she put even more heat on. "Don't worry love. When I become confined you can fuck your nigger wenches until I recover. I will deny you nothing. Oh Jacob! Jacob! Fill me! Shoot more seed into my wicked cunt! Yes! Si! Deeper! Make it hurt! Yes! Like that! Oh Jesu! Oooooooo! Oooooooo!"

Anna knew the reality of slave ownership. Spaniards were just as much in the slave trade as the British and Portuguese. Her own mother had told her about how her father had regularly studded black wenches to increase the family fortune, such as it was. Besides when she promised him use of darky flesh his kiss became more aggressive and his fucking much quicker. She wasn't jealous of mere slaves because they were no threat. He would just relieve his needs occasionally inside a few of them and then he'd return to her, improved by the extra practice. Her mother told her that Alejandro was much more fun in bed, once he'd sampled some hot nigger pussy. Anna might be a good daughter of the church but she was also a realist. The best way to keep her husband happy and content was to let him stray a bit with sluts that didn't matter. Jacob Hawker was young and lusty and she knew he needed carnal pleasure as much as breathing. He was relatively rich and he definitely knew how to fuck her cunt from one blazing rapture to another. She had pride but she also had a cunt that had to be satisfied and the best way to do that was to make sure that Jacob was never frustrated. She knew he had a hair trigger temper like hers and if she had to acquiesce with the occasionally nigger tryst, why than so be it.

She cried out again. Her body kept convulsing in a constant state of build and burst, build and burst until the stars in the heavens were in her eyes and her smile shown with the supreme radiance of woman triumphant in perfect ecstasy!

She didn't know what time it was but she'd been aching for this for days. Anna was a tigress clutching her pray and devouring it to the last bone and sinew! She sucked his tongue into her mouth and greedily drank his spit. Her groin ground tight on him, desperate to milk more and more creamy seed from him. This time Jacob lasted a long time. He pounded her, reveling in the sounds of her sex screams and filthy language. She might be a lady of quality but alone with him, between the comfort of damp sheets she swore like some dock side tramp, committing the most shameless acts of sin to satisfy her playing trick. Again and again Anna's body convulsed and squirmed on his flesh, climaxing as regularly as breathing it seemed.

Jacob breathed hard now. The candles had burned out and they were in total darkness as their bodies continued to dally in the glorious incinerations of unrestrained lust. He moved from top to bottom and back on top again. Jacob eventually had to lie behind her on their sides so he could rest his arms. He gripped her tits for purchase and slammed his slimy meat into her from behind until she coaxed him to let her sit on his cock with her back to him. To Jacob it felt like a different cunt hole was servicing him in this new, exciting position and this time he couldn't hold back. He grabbed those full tits from behind and growled like a wounded animal as his sap shot deep into her rotating, romping fuck hole! Squirt after squirt flooded her pussy and cervix until at last Jacob lay back, spent, drained, soft and exhausted.

"My God Anna! I think you are more of an animal that I am. God in heaven. I've never had such love as this. I can't get my heart to stop pounding."

Anna snuggled against him, gently kissing his cheek or nibbling on his ear lobe.

"When you took me in the garden my love I was afraid you would never come for me again. But when you asked me to marry you and you had the balls to ask it in front of my brother, I knew you were the one. I love you Jacob, you with those eyes that se into my very soul. Even after all this love we've shared tonight, I want more. I am greedy for you Jacob. My insides burn and it's a fire you can't extinguish. You are more dear to me than my very soul. I know it is sin to say as much but it is the truth."

Her fingers found his limp dish rag and she began to stroke it very gently.

He whispered, "You are insatiable!" But he wasn't complaining.