Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 00:23:15 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: PIRATES, SLAVES AND OTHER CAPTIVES Part 5

        PIRATES, SLAVES AND OTHER CAPTIVES--Part 5

   Not encountering him anywhere, and having final instruc-
tions to convey to his foreman before leaving for Atlanta,
Simon Querelle nudged his steed and headed straight for the
slave quarters.
   "Damn that man and his incessant balls!" He had a pretty
good notion where the sweaty bruiser would be.
    Leaping from his mount he stomped the few feet then burst
into the shack. Sure enough, Carter Swanson was embroiled in
some lewdness with the blackies. He was bare from the shirt-
tails down, his furry thighs and legs planted well apart, bent
in a slight crouch. In his massive palms he gingerly held a
black head from which he urged more rapid movement. Impatient,
he grasped tightly with his hands and worked it more rapidly
along the large, thick member he had plugged into the gagging
mouth.
   "Come on, suck that cock you big-lipped bitch!" he growled
at the nude woman kneeling before him. "Get ready for a power-
ful load of that white jizz you love so much. Gonna scald yur
innards, gal, whiles I shit a juicy turd inta yore man's
mouth!"
   He laughed wickedly, grinding his ass back. That's when
Simon noticed the naked buck in a low squat back there--his
head trapped against the wall so his face pressed tightly into
Carter's husky rearend. Carter gave his employer a sideways
glance, but made no effort to forestal his activities.
   "Keep yore ol' niggerlips open and tongue-a-flappin' there,
Roscoe," he ordered over his shoulder. "I want to shoot off in
your cunt's mouth whiles we get a gander o' you all throat-
logged with one of my steaming jumbo turds o' hot shit!"
   Sighing with disgust, Simon approached the trio.
   "Why is it you have to be so confounded ornery gettin' your
nuts off, Swanson?" He stared down, front and back, trying to
fight off the inevitable rush of blood gorging his genitals
from the sight. "I suppose you're subjecting these niggers to
your filthy perversions against their desires, as usual?"
   "Naw," he laughed evilly, "they love it. They's fuckin'
niggers, ain't they? Second best to gospel singing, all niggers
like lickin' a nekked white man all over."
   Taking a good look at the handsome buck slurping noisily
over his foreman's hairy anus, Simon asked, "You favor that,
Roscoe?"
   Forcing his mouth to the side, Roscoe gasped and chose his
words carefully so as not to anger the whip-yielding brute. It
was one thing having the man shit 'tween his lips, and another
having blood pouring down his back and still gettin' shit in!
"Cain't say especially, Mistuh Querelle, but I reckons we has
to." He gave Simon a pleading glance, hoping the man would
countermand the rogue's obscene intentions.
   Simon wavered, and Carter noticed it. Giving his employer a
crooked grin, he reached over and opened the man's trousers.
Simon gasped breathlessly as the rough hands worked his cock
into a throbbing erection. The younger man's eyes bored lustily
into his...the hands brazenly fondling his privates, taking
every liberty he wished with total disregard for propriety or
permission. One hand stroked his stiffness expertly while the
other fondled his balls and even dug back to stroke along his
crack and over his sweating anus. Carter looked down at the
hard penis he was masturbating, then gave the older man a
knowing smile.
   "Hell, you likes muh dirty ways too much ta put up a
fuss," Carter stated pointedly, with irritating assurance. He
roughly yanked the man's trousers down, then bent over and
engulfed the rigid prick clear to Simon's pulsing balls!
   Simon let out a squeal and gave himself over to the
fellow's expert sucking. No one--that is, no woman--he'd ever
fornicated with, including his wife, had ever sucked his prick
with such abandoned, all-encompassing expertise! As crude and
indecently lascivious the cruel bastard was, being prick-sucked
like this had always deterred any thoughts he had of dismissing
him. And those thoughts came fairly often as he witnessed his
treatment of the slaves and the debauched manner he displayed
toward everyone he came in contact with.
   Simon opened his glassy eyes and twisted his head to the
side. He looked at the miserable black face all smeared with
greasy assjuice from lapping Carter's unwashed, if ever-
washed!, stinking asscrack. But he felt no sympathy now. In
fact, he was experiencing once again that inescapable, but
uncomfortable rush of excitement he got coming in contact with
the brute's body odors. Especially disturbing was his
unsettling reaction each time he caught one of the strong
whiffs coming from the man's dirty asshole! It was horribly
disgusting to Simon, yet always caused an uncontrollable jerk
to his penis...a throbbing sensation that would otherwise be
more than welcome, but he feared was flagrantly obvious to
Carter when it happened. If so, the man never let on. But then,
Simon's admonishments over his lewdness and awful hygiene were
totally ignored. Was it simply Carter's vulgar disregard for
others, or did he purposely use it to entice the older man? But
then, why? Certainly there was no reciprocation on Simon's
part. Never had been. Nor was it ever suggested. Ever since
Carter Swanson's initial gamble over Simon's possible reaction
to having another man touch him in a lecherous fashion, making
obscene suggestions to boot, there's been no question that in
their couplings, Carter would be the one doing the servicing.
And with a lusty enthusiasm that greatly bolstered Simon's ego
and brought forth, somewhat, the underlying carnal wantoness
hitherto dormant these many years.
   Roscoe could see enough to make out what was transpiring.
He could plainly see the look of ecstasy in his master's face
and knew his cause was hopeless. Simon eventually saw his
dejected expression and commented on it.
   "Your forlorn demeanor is irritating me," Simon snapped at
him. "He's right. You're just niggers. You should be grateful
for being allowed such intimate contact with my foreman. Suck
his asshole!!" Simon's cock twitched in Carter's mouth. He
would soon be at the brink, and it all became desperately
erotic to him. "He allows you to smell and suck his fresh turd,
but I think you should honor him further, Roscoe. You should
lick and suck it, as he requests, while he spurts balljuice
down Rosaline's throat. Then I think it appropriate you and
your woman devour it, together, before us!"
   Carter smacked off Simon's prick and straightened up.
"Well, aren't we bursting with wild obscenities today! Such a
vulgar proposal coming from your proper lips fires my cock! I
shall have TWO spends, in fact, and neither in this dark
bitch's mouth. I feel an urge to FUCK! So, I shall fuck her
cunt. I shall fuck her asshole. I shall fuck his asshole! And
should I spend during this triple plugging, I shall simply
stuff my prod in the buttlicking nigger's mouth and have him
suck the slimy thing to full-bloatedness and ravage those black
holes again!"
   "Yes!" Simon cried in unabashed eagerness. "I also shall
endeavor as many orgasms as I can conjure. Two dozen, the way
my cock feels right now!" Simon shamelessly felt of himself.
   Carter smiled and nodded. Reaching below Simon's balls he
slid a finger the full length of his employer's moist butt-
crack. Then in a lewdness surpassing any Simon had seen Carter
perform thus far, he vulgarly put the tip to his nose and
smelled it with several long, deep inhalations that betrayed
his obvious delight over the sordid pungency. Simon gaped in
awe, then barely kept his prick from exploding when the leering
fellow stuck it into his mouth and shamelessly suckered the
soiled digit greedily before Simon's astonished eyes!
   "Sir, you were born to debauchery," Carter chuckled. "I
guarantee you'll find fulfillment in debasing yourself and
debasing others...should you ever decide to twist off some of
your own nature and chew it." Simon gulped nervously. "Think
you ready for more adventuresome frolics than standing with
your trousers down? I would enjoy your hard prick shoved up my
ass while I fuck their black, steaming holes. Ah, and we shall
do it over the face of the one not being pricked so they can
tongue your cock as you pump me, lick each fresh coating of
rectal juice you drag out, and all around my assring for the
smelly goop that collects!"
   "Oh, I...I don't know..." Simon gasped, intrigued.
   "After shitting, and having my turd gobbled up, you'll be
slamming your prick into the brown mash I shall save. Thus,
they'll be licking a truly filthy shaft, and my own from their
undoubtedly grungy rectums will afford us more pleasure
watching them suck the shit from our cocks! Hmmm?"
   In reply, Simon pressed against his foreman's nakedness and
ducked his head to mere inches from Roscoe's face. "SUCK IT!"
he hissed, grasping the man's naked bottom and prying his
cheeks apart to give Rosco more access. "EAT THAT HOLE OUT,
NIGGER! DRILL YOUR TONGUE IN THERE AND CLEAN OUT HIS HAIRY
SHITHOLE! SCOOP OUT ALL THE OLD SHIT, AND LICK IT FROM HIS
STINKING ASSHOLE, THEN YOU'LL GET A NICE JUICY FRESH ONE TO
EAT!"
   Carter chuckled at the man's sudden salaciousness. He
rotated his bottom suggestively in the older man's firm grip.
"Tell 'im how it's gonna be, boss! Gonna make 'em slave
shitsuckers!"
   "That's right," Simon snarled at Roscoe, loud enough for
Rosalie's benefit. "Best do a real good job, too. Cause if you
don't, you two are gonna be suckin' turds every day til you
learn how to take it with gratitude. Yes, give us a good
show...two hungry turd-eating niggers...and maybe you won't
have to do it again. Just one damned good dirty show."
   Simon pulled the greasy valley from Roscoe's mouth and
stretched his middle finger out to run it around Carter's
nasty, engorged asshole. It twitched, sending tingles of unholy
sensations down his own spine.
   He let out a deep groan when the foreman's hand meanwhile
went between his splayed buttocks--an insistant finger circling
his itchy asshole, making it pulse and flutter. It snapped
shut, fiercely defensive, when Carter attempted to penetrate
it. But more teasing--along with being more prepared for the
violation--and the older man's anus flowered open allowing the
finger to easily slide full-length up his rectum. Groaning, he
backed onto it.
   "Oh, my god!" Simon gasped when Carter began to probe
around in a wide circle, surveying Simon's virgin rectal walls.
(Though he'd done a similar thing to himself on occasion--when
he was young and discovering those initial delights of self
abuse.) "What are you doing?"
   "Heh, heh!" Carter replied, snidely. "Searching your
shithole for turds...just in case these niggers are still
hungry after eatin' my shit!"
   "OH! S-stop it. I don't have any...and doin' that, you-
you're gonna make me lose a load!"
   "Aw, okay." Carter reluctantly eased his finger from his
employer's anus and looked it over. "Mmmm, smells good!" he
announced loudly, teasing the man. "Too bad. Bet they'd love a
turd all covered with this hot slime!" Simon had straightened
up in time to catch Carter popping the oily digit into his
mouth and cleaning it off.
   "Ugh! You are so disgustingly filthy!" Simon blurted
accusingly. Carter just winked and suckered the finger even
more salaciously.
   "Mmm. Yep." He turned around and presented his bottom to
Rosalie. "Suck my hole, bitch. Gonna give Roscoe a little break
cause I'm ready to take a big shit and I want his lips rested
up." He reached back and pulled the girl's face into his
crease. "Come on, you cunt, you know how. Bet you eat that
nigger's shithole all the time, doncha? Just like you crave
sucking his big cock, hunh? Like you crave sucking ANY big
cock. Yes indeed, that's why we train you slaves to cocksuck
soon as your little mouths can wrap over a fat knob. Say,
where's that little picaninny of yours? He's gettin' to suck me
off near as good as you, 'cept he still gags on muh huge
loads." He guffawed.
   Simon gasped. He'd no idea Swanson also used the children
for his lusts. Tomorrow he'd be outraged. At the moment he
found himself wishing the youngster was with them. It would be
exciting watching the brute force him to perform disgusting
acts.
   Besides being crude and vulgar, Carter Swanson had a way of
prodding others into debasing themselves even without a threat
of violence. Simon knew that firsthand from the time he walked
in and found the smelly bastard slamming his huge cock in and
out of Magda's cunt! Though sexual relations between them had
diminished to near nothing over the years, he felt abused and
cuckolded finding them fucking, totally naked, on THEIR bed! To
compound his humiliation, Magda was screaming in throes of
carnal bliss--urging him to 'shove that big prick up me, you
stinking nigger-fucker! SCREW MY SMELLY CUNT OFF!' To which he
replied, with a violent lunge up her squishy twat, 'You got
that right, bitch. Of all the nigger cunts I've eaten out, not
one of 'em smelled as bad as your reeking fuckhole!' When she
drew up to scrape her nails down the lout's sweaty back, she
saw Simon in the doorway and choked.
   "OH MY GOD...SIMON!" She tried to twist out of his clutch,
but Carter held her firm. He turned his head, watching Simon
approach, but displayed no sense of alarm. In fact, he didn't
miss one squishy stroke up his wife's squirming cunt.
   "Well, looks like the boss caught us fucking our brains
out. Now there'll be hell to pay!"
   He laughed while Simon's wife continued her futile efforts
to disloge him...all the while disclaiming any culpability at
what he witnessed, and insisting the 'vile scoundrel' had
forced his intentions despite every effort to fight him off.
   "I see," Simon said calmly, nodding, "I've come upon a
vicious rape in progress, then, I presume?" His tone was now
heavy with unmistakable sarcasm, causing Magda to slump back
and groan in defeat. Carter laughed, plugging away, and looked
again to his employer.
   "Nice gash, but the bitch can't suck cock worth a shit! She
any better with you?" Simon shook his head sadly. "Didn't think
so. Well, fuck it. You know where to go to get your joint
serviced properly, don't you? And I see you've got it nice and
stiff, and all ready."
   Stunned, Magda glanced over and stared at the big erection
snaking down Simon's leg. That was certainly not the reaction
she'd expected from him! Nor was what followed.
   "Hey, I can do two things at once. Whip it out and stick it
in my mouth. I can suck and fuck. In fact, my previous position
I've barely mentioned? On my knees, fucking HER from behind
then scooting over and fucking HIM up the asshole, going back
and forth all afternoon. She'd suck my prick while he licked my
ass, then they'd trade places. I'd suck her cunt out then suck
his prick off. Nice job, hunh? Unfortunately, they were a
couple of real greedy ones. Things got nasty when they both
complained I wasn't screwing them enough! I got fed up with it,
and decided to move on. But first I tied them up together--face
to cunt & mouth over prick--then I pissed on 'em and left 'em
that way for the servants to find! Not that it mattered much. I
was screwing the servant girls, the parlor boy, and letting the
houseman suck me off now and then!"
   "Did you have such abominable bathing habits there, also?"
Simon asked, the pouring sweat making Carter's usual stench
permeate the whole room.
   "Hell yes. They both loved it. The servants just put up
with it, but they couldn't wait to mash their faces into my
balls and between my cheeks. He, particularly, had no mis-
givings about telling me there was no need for me to wipe my
asshole after shitting...he'd be more than happy to lick and
suck it each time. And if he wasn't around, it wouldn't be the
first time his wife licked off a shitty asshole! She offered no
denials or confirmations, and he felt no compunction betraying
every obscene lewdness he or she ever performed! Now why doncha
climb up here and stick that big cock in my mouth while I give
this hussy the screwing you can't? Say, does she lick assholes?
You could sit on her face an' fuck my face at the same time."
   Needless to say, Magda was adamant in rejecting that
suggestion. But once she saw Simon above her, naked, relishing
the younger man's unashamed cocksucking, she began to hump her
bottom once again and enjoy the huge prick skewering her like
none before.
   Later, sucking Carter's flacid, but still engorged penis
for a hopeful second round, Magda tried in vain to coax Simon
into sucking the man's meat. She said the sight of two men was
surprisingly more erotic than repulsive, and watching her
husband sucking another man's prick would be enchanting. Just
this one time? She'd never suggest it again. "Sourpuss! He
gulped down that bitter cock scum of yours." But it was to no
avail. Nor was any entreaty to repeat the triple assignation.
Carter was free to fuck his wife silly, and any personal
attention was always appreciated. But Magda's wantonness sadly
illuminated his own failures, and he fostered no desire to
reciprocate by sucking Carter's prick. A snickering reminder
from Carter that he'd kept silent during her attempts at
persuasion, and it was settled.
   "Hey, fine with me," Carter shrugged. "I can get it
anywhere. You whip it out and I'll be glad to drain the thing
for you...any time, Mr. Querelle, sir, bossman. Got lots of big
nigger dicks in back, and lotsa thick black lips that wrap over
my joint just fine. I like tasting a stiff, pretty one like
yours, though. Pink and hard, and goes right down my throat
with ease. I do enjoy sucking a man down to his balls."
   Like his first one...special...Mr. Perkins.
   Now, Simon was fondling the man's bottom and playing with
his asshole. Soon he'd have his prick buried in there. He was
eager to experience that, yet anxious about any further he
might go now that he'd broken his own barrier. Well, he'd worry
about that later. His eyes kept darting from Rosalie's ass-
sucking to where Carter's mouth had Roscoe's massive cock hard
despite the buck's unwilling participation. He simply couldn't
resist seeing the white man's wild tongue lapping up and down
his black meat with plainly evident enthusiasm.
   Roscoe had sucked the brutal foreman's cock many times.
He no longer found it as offensive as those first times.
Massive welts soon had him swallowing his pride, however, and
swallowing the abundant cum that squirted from the throbbing
knob he'd sucked without further struggle. Even that smelly
anus was slightly more tolerable. But this newest outrage of
Swanson's was unimaginable...and now he had Mr. Querelle's
approval--dashing their final chance for a reprieve.
   Suddenly Rosalie pulled her face away and groaned in
disgust. "Aiiee!" She made to spit but thought better of it.
"It...it's...!"
   Carter straightened up and gave Simon a knowing sneer.
"Heh. Bitch licked muh turd!" He moved into position swiftly,
backing Roscoe's head against the wall once more, then bending
over. "It's a comin'! I'M GONNA SHIT!" Roscoe's eyes shot open
like beacons! Simon hurried to grab hold of Carter's butt
again.
   "SHIT IN THE NIGGER'S MOUTH!" he cried, devoid of any
feeling for him.
   "Gettin' a front row view, hunh?" Carter chuckled.
   "Oh!" Simon gasped, stepping back in panic. He suddenly
realized his foreman was actually about to defecate and how
unbearable the stench would be. He gulped, hearing Carter's
distainful laughter as if he knew precisely what was going
through the man's head. Incomprehensibly, that made Simon feel
cowardly instead of rightfully indignant with repulsion. "Aw,
so what?" he muttered, again filling his hands with the man's
buttocks, guardedly prying them open.
   He froze, staring at the dark obscenity protruding from the
hole. Round and slick, it gave off that unmistakable odor
immediately. Roscoe noticed it tenfold...his mouth open, his
eyes so frightful a tiny pang of sympathy shot through Simon
before being overtaken by lust. He pressed the bottom at him...
lining the hole up to his mouth.
   "LICK IT!" he snarled. "MAN'S SHITTIN'. YOU SEE THAT JUICY
TURDBALL AND THE HAIRY ASSHOLE WRAPPED AROUND IT, SO LICK 'EM!"
   Barely obedient, Roscoe slowly inched forward until his
nose rubbed against the greasy thing.
   "HE'S SMELLIN' IT, SWANSON! HE'S SMELLING YOUR DIRTY,
STINKING TURD!"
   The obsessed man was close enough now to lick it himself.
The pungent aroma was overpowering, but the large black lips
coming in contact with the man's shit overshadowed any
repulsion.
   "Ah, yes. He's licking it...licking your filthy shit...
lapping his tongue all over that vile horror coming from your
big, putrid shithole. We can plainly see it smearing your
enlarged ring and filling the wrinkles with foul muck! And
after he just finished sucking the old shit from them!"
   When Carter slid about 3 more inches from his hole, and it
went directly between Roscoe's lips, Simon felt dizzy.
   "GODDAM, THAT'S THE MOST EXCITING THING I'VE EVER SEEN!" he
cried breathlessly. "OH YES, NIGGERS WERE BORN TO SUCK SHIT!
ROSCOE SUCKING ON A BIG TURD IS EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU
WITH A PRICK IN YOUR MOUTH!"
   Carter was busy kissing Rosalie--constantly whispering
obscenities to her.
   "I'm shittin' in your man's mouth, bitch. Big ripe turd
comin' outta my smelly asshole right into his mouth. He's a
suckin' away on it, honey. Lickin' the slime off and suckin'
the shitjuice out of my filthy turd! And he's gonna EAT it!
He's gonna chew it and swallow it...and shit it from his dirty
ass when he's done with it. Yes. I'll bet he gets down and eats
it again...way he's moving his lips on it. Hell, probably keep
shittin' and eatin' it over and over!"
   "N-no! No!" Rosalie muttered in anguish.
   "No? Don't think he's having fun? Well, then you won't be
so hesitant to help him out. Get back there and share the
goods, right? Good girl. Course you might hafta suck it out of
his mouth to get some. That mouth on my hole's liable to gobble
it up in a flash. Put shit to a nigger's lips and it won't last
long. Now git. Go put your face right down here and lick it
coming out of my ass. That'll make you want to eat it...just so
you can get back to sucking out my dirty asshole!"
   Simon heard the last remark and grabbed the girl by the
hair--forcing her mouth to where the final inches of Carter's
turd was visible between the hole and the stuffed mouth.
   "Yeah. He's suckin' it, you're licking it, and I'm smelling
it! We're ALL depraved!"
   "Comin' out!" Carter signaled completion.
   "Alright, catch the end in your fingers and stuff it in
your mouth, woman," Simon directed her with a no-nonsense
inflection as the turd narrowed slightly and popped from the
sticky hole.
   Carter swung around and got down with his face near the
brown object linking the two black mouths. "Aww, that's a
beauty, ain't it?" Roscoe had earlier relaxed his tense facial
muscles, but Rosalie still appeared to be suffering the agonies
of three hells. "Now lemme see you suck on it real slow...like
you wuz suckin' the hot juice out. Course, I guess you really
are, hunh?" he chuckled with amusement.
   "Real slow?!?" Simon whined. "Jezzus, tell 'em to start
eating that shit. I can't hold off much longer, Swanson. I
gotta start screwin'!" His throbbing cock was fully engorged
and waving around dangerously. He wanted to feel it shooting
off in a hole, not on the dirt floor. If Magda had been there
he even would have rammed it up her cunt without a thought.
   "Well, gosh almighty!" Carter snorted, quickly shifting
onto all fours with his rump thrust up and spread widely.
"There. Sniff it, lick it, suck it, or just ram your big prick
up there! Do whatever you want so I can enjoy this." He moved
in and sniffed along his own turd. "Dang, muh shit sure does
smell ripe 'n alluring, don't it? Now suck them ends harder--
YIKES!--so's it gets soft and just slides right down your
gullets. Make it look good enough I almost wanna try it
myself!" He wiggled his bottom. "Whew! Got a man lodged up muh
butt who thinks I'm the Whore of Babylon! Good thing you nice
folks let me unburden muh load beforehand or you'd be eatin'
that sweet turd offa his dirty prick shaft."
   Though the experienced man's anus had swung right open for
his demanding cock, Simon was overwhelmed by the tightness of a
rectum. He hiked up into a lewd crouch and grabbed the man's
hips to steady himself. Then he proceeded to drill that orifice
in rapid-fire thrusts--watching each penetration and relishing
the exquisite euphoria it afforded his entire body. Even the
heady stink beginning to rise as his organ got increasingly
soiled was a positive inducement. After a while, he maneuvered
his body over Swanson's back for the coming eruption. It also
brought him closer to the main event taking place over the
man's shoulder.
   "Aaaah! EAT THAT SHIT! FUCKIN' ASSHOLE! FUCKIN' HOT
ASSHOLE! Squeeze it, I'm...I'm CUUUUMMMMINGGG!"
   Carter tightened his ass muscles, knowing just how to milk
a man's cock with his mancunt. Oh yeah, learned that from Mr.
Perkins, too. 12 years old and suckin' his teacher. 12 years
old and getting shafted up the butthole by the man's hefty
prick. Yep, lotsa neat things got learned that year. Like
gettin' his hole sucked out...finally trying it, and ending up
first thing and last thing he'd sucker Mr. Perkins' hairy
asshole...man teachin' him 'don't mind the stink, love the
stink.' He never washed it that year, cause the man didn't want
him to. Late to class after recess if Carter went to the
outhouse...just couldn't wait to lick it! Burst in on him once
and pulled his prick out...pounded it while peeking between
Carter's thighs...licking his lips at seeing his boyturd
squeezing out, then turning him around for a deep butt-sucking.
Stood up and popped that knob in Carter's mouth for a huge
flood of buttery balljuice. Patted his head and said he sure
wished the boy could spurt. Maybe come around on Saturday and
he'd suck his pecker all day long...maybe get it primed early
for shootin', but take a load of boypiss if nothing else.
   Though agonized and close to retching, the darkies were
smart enough to fake some eagerness in their sordid endeavor,
in hopes they wouldn't have to repeat the vile act ever again.
No one was fooled, but it served the men's purposes. Carter
backed up to retain the connection with his exhausted fucker.
   "You can leave that prick up muh hole, if you want," he
said over his shoulder, "and let it soak up muh assjuice til it
gets hard again. I'm gonna fuck me some nigger bum. Roscoe,
keep chewing that steaming turd and twist your rump into my
lap. I'm gonna pork your black ass so's you and Rosalie both
got dirty cocks to lick on. You're doing good. Keep makin' me
think you ain't never had a more delicious mouthful than my
shit, and you'll never hafta do it again lessen you want to."
   Roscoe and Rosalie broke the tube in half. Roscoe backed up
to Carter's huge erection, while Rosalie positioned herself to
be cunt-licked once her man swallowed the rest of the filth.
   "Hold on there," Carter said. "Lemme see you finish it. Put
your mouths together and swap shit. Eat it all down. Then do
what you figured on...unless... Hey, boss, you wanna suck her
juicy niggertwat to fire your pecker up? Bitch has a fine cunt
on her, you oughta try it."
   Lodged tightly, his cock remained half engorged. "Alright.
If she straddles over your back I can lick it awhile. Leastways
it oughta drown out all this stink of shit for a spell!"
   "Maybe for you," Carter jibed, running a finger up and down
Roscoe's musky asscrack and lifting it to his nose. "Sure ain't
gonna overpower this nigger's shithole!"
   He groaned in delight watching the two full-lipped slaves
swapping his mash back and forth, just long enough, then
gulping it down their throats with true eagerness. They both
sighed in appreciation that the worst was over.
   "Damned marvelous! Couldn't have been more dirty and
obscene lessen I'da ate it myself! Sounds like you're slopping
that pussy up good back there. Told ya." He ran a hand over the
naked slave man's glistening ebony buttocks, and tweaked around
his anus again. "Get up and bend that black bottom in muh face.
Think I oughta give your cheesy asshole a good lap or two...
just so's your hole don't get my prick all smelly." He
guffawed, then buried his face between the humidly pungent
globes and put his nose and tongue to work simultaneously.
   Carter buggered the black stud slow and deep, took a turn
eating out Rosalie's cunt, and screwed the girl both in the
cunt and the asshole.
   "Heh. Roscoe rides this hole, don't he?" Carter accused.
The ease with which his big prick wormed into the girl's
shithole was a giveaway.
   Rosalie cleaned Carter's prick...feeling considerably less
repulsion over eating her man's crap. She was cunt-fucked and
ass-fucked by the same large organ she was sucking greedily
when Simon first entered. She loved pricks and Roscoe held no
admonishments toward her for that. A slave hasn't control
enough for the luxury of a conscience, an ego, or guilt.
Pleasures are so minimal that any are acceptable. Besides, she
enjoyed his huge cock more than any others! She also tongued
out Simon's asshole. Partly because she enjoyed the act, but
mostly because it wasn't in the same soiled condition as the
filthy one Roscoe was sucking out, and she wished to convey a
symbolic token of solidarity. She well understood men being
more vulnerable to humiliation and disgrace, and prided herself
for keeping Roscoe's self-esteem intact despite his being
subjected to the ultimate disgrace--open-mouthed subjugation so
another man can defecate between your lips!
   Roscoe cleaned Simon's filthy cock...licking yet more of
Carter's shit. Getting his asshole buggered was pleasurable--a
position he'd been subjected to so many times by owners and
overseers, he'd readily submit without a fuss. Cocksucking,
also, was a minor humiliation if any. All slaves sucked their
master's prick--men, women, and children alike. It was simply
the way. But he detested being forced to eat shit from a cock,
or eating shit in any manner. But as debasing as that was, only
Rosalie's opinion of him mattered. With her sharing the
horrific abuse, they maintained respect and understanding for
each other.
   Simon fucked his foreman's ass with as much ferocity as the
first time. The warm, slick rectum was the most fantastic
cavity he'd ever stuck his cock into. Removing it between fucks
only to have Roscoe clean it, the re-insertion was a thrill in
itself. Less soiled on the final retrieval--though still
disgracefully fragrant--Simon decided to leave it in that
condition for his trip to Atlanta.
   He was shocked at his own crudity. Several times along the
way he dismounted, spread apart the front of his trousers, and
wallowed in the fermenting odors rising to fill his nostrils.
Twice his detour resulted in a furious meat-pounding. The
smears on his fingers kept his loins boiling the rest of the
time. Arriving in Atlanta, he headed for the first whorehouse
to have his prick licked clean. The slut answering his special
needs was as vulgar as the service she came to perform. Asking
the source of his various stinks, she was overjoyed to find the
prick's coating was mostly from a younger man's rectum. She
sucked it voraciously, then sucked Simon's anus and probed her
tongue within for many minutes. He hiked his legs, giving her
better access to his ass. To her unabashed delight, he related
his recent experiences while she ate out his shithole.
   "For another $10 you can shit on me," she suggested
shamelessly. "And," she cooed, "for fifty I'll eat your turd!
Hell, for you I'll eat it for twenty. And if you bring that
stud along with you next time, I'll eat his for free!"
   "Jezzus, you eat shit for money?!" Simon gasped.
   "Heh. I used to eat turds for fun. Then I discovered I
could get paid for it. Now I'm famous. Only broad in the South
who attends private parties to serve as a public men's toilet.
Of course, most of those fucking old bastards get off more
seeing each other taking a shit than watching me eating it.
Half of 'em would probably like to suck a couple holes next to
me, but they don't have the gumption."
   Simon settled for having his prick sucked off, then headed
for his hotel to rest.


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