Young Slave Whore

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James gazed over his cultivated cotton fields. The smell of fresh morning dew filled his nostrils as he watched the morning fire red sun come up over the horizon. He quickly scanned the horizon again and decided to prepare himself for breakfast. As he walked through the door of his large, two story, wooden house he smelled fresh eggs being fried.

“Oh Massa! Goodmo’nin!” Ethel May called from the kitchen.

Ethel May was the head of housekeeping and cleaning at the plantation. She was large black woman with skin the color tar but her heart was bigger than anyone else he knew. Ethel May had been working for James for over twenty years; s he’s about forty five now. James headed straight upstairs to the master suite and washed his rough hands.

His wife was combing through her long blonde locks in a small wall mirror across the room. James watched her as she ran the comb through her delicate hair. James wished his wife could revert back to the times when her body was still young and tight. These days, nothing was attractive to him about her except her pretty face. After producing six children over the past fifteen years, her body was covered in stretch marks and loose skin.

“Breakfast ‘bout ready Sue,” James said roughly.

“Okay, I’ll be right down. Let me finish combin’ my hair and get the children up.”

James walked out of the small bathroom and went directly downstairs. He arrived to the dining table just as Ethel May and her daughters were putting out the fresh breakfast. James quickly ate his breakfast and put on his work clothes. Around seven a.m. he went down to the slaves’ quarters to check on things. When he made it about half way down the path he noticed a young girl walking towards the fields.

Of course she belonged to him but this was the first time he even noticed her. She looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, nice and young. Ripe. Something about her was different though. She wasn’t dark complected at all. She almost looked white. If he didn’t notice her dark brown hair and dark eyes, he probably would have mistaken her for a young white girl. James looked her up and down; he was intrigued by her sheer beauty. As she walked farther from him towards one of the fields he noticed her full womanly figure.

James guessed her to be a little over five feet tall. He noticed she had a nice set of large perky breasts; just like a woman. If she didn’t have such a baby face, he would have mistaken her for a grown woman. Her hair was very pretty to him. It was longer than most negro women’s hair; it touched the middle of her back and was slightly curly. James knew she had to be mixed with white.

“Aye, Girl!” James yelled at her.

“Sir.” she replied in a weak voice.

James smiled at her sweet voice. She sounded like a little angel to him.

“Come’ere.” he yelled.

She walked slowly towards him almost as if she was scared of him.

“Yessa, Massa.”

“What’s yo’ name pretty thang?”

She looked down at the ground and stared at her feet pale feet.

“Marie, sir.”

“You shole is pretty Marie.” James snickered.

“Well thank ya, Massa. I’s think it be best if I get back to work in the fields.”

“Naw now. You’se be better working in the house. I need a helper anyway. Oh, Ethel May gettin’ old. I’s let ya mammy know you going to be my personal maid now.”

Marie didn’t know exactly what he meant by personal maid but she knew it couldn’t have been good when she told her mother about it. Her mother paced back and forth in their small worn-out cabin for more than ten minutes. Marie’s mother knew exactly what Massa wanted her dear child for. She knew first hand what his so called “personal maid” was; she had this same job many years ago on another plantation in Louisiana. That was exactly how Marie came into this world; she never told Marie about this though. One day, she would find out that indeed her father was a white man.

“Go’n now girl. Go wash up and put on your best dress. You’s be livin’ in the big house now. You’s not gone be workin’ in the fields no more. It’s gone be better for you in there.” she said shakily.

Marie did exactly what she was told and waited for Massa to come and retrieve her from the cabin. By noon, he came in and explained to her mother the new job that Marie had acquired. Her mother shed a few tears as Massa and Marie left together.

Marie walked silently ahead of Massa James back to the big house. James noticed Marie had on a nice cotton dress and her hair was braided into two long pigtails running down her back. He smiled to himself at the thought of taking her to bed with him. His dick jumped in his jeans while he imagined laying on top of her. To him, nothing was better than sweet negro pussy.

When they made it back to the house, he introduced her to all the help and told them to show her to her living quarters as well as make the rules known to her. Marie looked around in amazement as she walked throughout the house with Ethel May. Sweet smells drifted from the kitchen as she passed by. The walked up the grand staircase and down a long hall. Marie had never seen such things in her life.

Ethel stopped at the very end of the hall in front of a large oak door.

“This here be your room Marie.” she frowned

Marie jumped because that was the first time Ethel spoke to her the whole time they had been walking together.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ethel opened the door and Marie jumped in excitement. Her bedroom was tiny but it was a palace in Marie’s eyes. There weren’t many decorations or much furniture but Marie didn’t care. It was beyond nice compared to her cabin she used to share with six people. She walked toward the small twin bed and ran her hands across the hand-made quilt. Marie closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of the fresh flowers that were sitting on one of the shelves.

“I guess those be from Massa,” Ethel May said in angry tone. It was clear to Ethel what he was trying to do. It was obvious he didn’t even think of his wife much anymore. Marie was going to be his new whore.

“Thank ya, ma’am.” Marie smiled.

“You’s be welcome. Wash up and come downstairs so you can help me with dinner.”

Marie nodded her head and put down her belongings on the small bed. She opened the armoire and placed her few possessions inside of it. She walked down to the small wash room at the other end of the hall and washed her face as well as her hands.

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Marie felt like her first day in the house went well. She walked silently to her room after cleaning up and cooking dinner. It had just turned nightfall, so she lit some candles in her room and closed the door. She laughed to herself as she recalled one of the butlers named Mason. Marie had already developed a crush on him. She laughed and danced in circles around the room.