Chapter 3

On the cobblestone path connecting the security-tight servants' quarters with the plantation home of the Baline's, young Diana Williams' blood temporarily turned cold, which was natural enough, she reasoned, having no certain idea of what was to be expected of her. At that moment, she was thankful for the two joints of fine-grade Columbian marijuana that the Baline's so generously kept available for their servants. Not that the Baline's weren't good to their help otherwise. Man, if it hadn't been for them, she thought, mentally counting off the paces to hedge where she turned right onto the breakfast patio, she would still be working the streets for that creep Eduardo who'd made the final arrangement for her permanent assignment with the Baline's. Had she known she had been sold body and soul, her reaction might not have been so effusively ebullient.

Her platform shoes struck echoes into the night as she struggled over the uneven pavement, then paused at the door and rang the buzzer. No one entered the Baline's home without first announcing... that included guests as well. And if her guess was right, she would be something less than an honoured guest at this private party. Sharon, the other servant who shared her cabin quarters had hinted at the Baline's freakish sexual activities, and so it was with a combination of fear and excitement that she, Diana, rang the buzzer.

The door opened before Diana had time to collect her wayward thoughts.

"What's the matter, Diana dear?" asked her female slave master. "You seem surprised to see me," she added with a seductive smile, her dark-eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the shapely girl's slender waist, walking her slowly into the room toward the pillow covered floor. I thought that after our little romp in the garden yesterday you would be dying to see me."

"Oh, yes, yes, I am happy to see you," Diana replied in partial truth remembering the statuesque vixen's ardent love- making, the vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her loins. "Is mister Baline here, too?" she asked, trying to figure out what lurid and lustful scene the Baline's had planned for her initiation. In the two months she'd been with them, her only encounter had been with Claudia in the garden... and that was a damned tempting appetiser!

Guiding her by the arm, Claudia walked the black servant into the romper room where Mr. Baline lay sprawled out on the oversized pillows, a loose hanging smoking jacket embroidered in rich burgundies and deep purples covering his otherwise naked body.

"Hello, Baby," the big man greeted without getting up, his smile still prevalent as his flinty eyes raked lecherously over her young body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and downed it with one gulp. "Could we get you a drink?"

"N-No thanks," Diana said, pleased yet at the same time, a bit too frightened by the awesome sight of him then, felt her pulse quicken as she realised he was about to relax his upthrust knee bracing his foot against the carpet... and when he did, she gasped out, the sight of his massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd!" she exclaimed.

Milt chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting hunk of flesh with pride. "Like it, Sugar?"

"G-Goddd!" Diana repeated as Claudia tittered lewdly beside her. "I've never seen anything like it... even on the streets, and out there, man, you see it all!"

Again, Milt made an amused chortling sound and moved toward them, stopping not inches in front of Diana. "Maybe you better get acquainted with it, Sugar," he half-hissed, his eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand of yours and get the feel of things, okay?"

There was little in the vast realm of sex that Diana had not sampled in her life, but in the beginning it had been out of necessity and with unwanting bitterness; only with time and experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so was her apprehension...

The buzzer sounded on the patio, and with a wicked smile Claudia swooshed through the room, her transparent negligee billowing in the breeze. She knew it would be that darling Jeff with the prize-winning Sampson in brace, a thrilling combination of manhood she'd be hard put to choose between, should the diabolic decision ever present itself. She would control herself... this time.

"Make it snappy, Baby," she heard her husband call out. "This cock of mine is ready to burst if it doesn't get some attention real fast, and I don't want you to miss the show."

As Claudia rushed to the door to bend to her knees and kiss the freshly combed German shepherd on the nose, then slip a five dollar bill into the saucer-eyed Jeff's hand, Diana was reaching similar peaks of astonishment from her straight-forward view of Mr. Baline wickedly enticing shaft of hard, purple-headed flesh poling out of his powerful hairy loins, and the huge balls that swung between his muscular legs, were a source of astonishment too, though she didn't know whether she could take it. Lord, what did they expect to do to her between them?

"Well," the big man snapped sharply, jarring her from her stoned mesmerisation. "Let's get with it, before I get mad."

Hesitantly, Diana reached out and gently curled her small palm and slender fingers a far as they could go around the hot, heavy-veined organ, hearing the big man's grunt of lust at the contact, and sensing wilder sensations of erotic excitement charging through her own belly and dampening loins. Automatically, she began to stroke the heavy outer layer of skin back and forth to his obscene pelvic movements, fascinated as the thick foreskin slid back to reveal its moistened, velvety glans.

"Uunnnggghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation for a moment a deep fear rose to her clammy forehead. What would the mistress think if she saw her touching the master? But soon her fears were extinguished as rapidly s they'd flamed, for at that moment she was conscious of the mistress behind her and her fingers raising the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward her pantyless buttocks.

Knowing what was expected of her, Diana slowly let her thighs open as she continued to stroke Milt's hugely pulsating cock, feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear between her leg with feminine gentleness the flushing hair-lined lips of her pussy. She tauntingly, with the expertise of another woman, traced the already tingling little slit backward through the smooth cleft of her trembling buttocks to the tiny recessed hole of her slightly puckered anus... there to massage and prod skilfully, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that burst from her lips.

"Mmmm... I can see where this is going to be a fantastic training session," Claudia purred, while she continued to teasingly taunt the girl's tiny trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a gentle finger part way into the spongy, clutching channel and raising another protesting little groan from Diana's lips.

"Yeah," Milt rasped hotly. "You are a luscious little bitch, Baby. Now get on your knees and show us your worth. I wanna find out if you were worth what I paid for you. Let's see how you can suck cock... and give it a good tongue job first."

The electric like shock of sensation that raced through Diana was not entirely excitement; a portion of it was still caused by her awe of the huge, brutal organ, but already she knew better than to hesitate and reluctantly began to lower herself off of Mrs. Baline's probing finger, realising as she reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head and she was being stripped by the mistress of the house!

"Christ, she is a fucking doll, isn't she? You were right, Baby. You know how to pick 'em, all right." Diana heard Milt exclaim above her as she came mouth-level with his thrusting cock that she still held in her small ebony hand, the proximity of the fiery bulbous-head with its slitted tip and the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it suddenly eradicating all else from her partially-drugged mind.

It wasn't the first cock she'd sucked but it was the biggest, Diana thought, moving close and flicking out her tiny tongue to, of her own volition, lick away the small white beads of moisture seeping from it, immediately tasting the male's pungency and feeling new, increased desire rising in her feverish young belly and loins. Excitedly, she began to lick and swirl her tongue around the velvety head while Milt groaned with rapidly building excitement from above, teasing her tongue-tip into his tiny split, then raising the length of it with her hand at the massive base to stab and taunt its visibly throbbing underside.

Subconsciously, her other small, girlish hand went between his thighs to cup his sperm-bloated balls tenderly, while her tongue trailed moistly down his cock's heavy under-vein to its hair-hidden base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and slipped her soft, tongue-moistened lips over the ponderous head, taking as much as she could of his cock flesh into the hot, saliva filled cavern of her mouth.

"Unnnnggggh, Christ!" Milt gasped appreciatively. "This girl's got an educated tongue!"

"I told you," Claudia said excitedly, watching with lurid, glittering eyes the luscious teen-aged black girl's obscene sucking of her husband's long, thick cock, her own need mounting and continually piqued by Sampson's whining and constantly nuzzling nose in the folds of her silken negligee where it covered her own rapidly awakening pussy. "And God, Milt, this beautiful young animal... he's beside himself... along with his mistress now... Please, let's all get down on the floor."

Diana hardly knew what was taking place, except that suddenly Milt was lying on his back and she was between his hairy wide- spread thighs hungrily sucking on his massive cock and not wanting to relinquish it for anything in the world. One of the ways the Balines kept their domestic help in tip-top willing condition was to restrict sex; except for designated times such as now, when Diana, deprived, except for yesterday's foray with Claudia herself, would have done anything to come other than by her own fingers.

Perhaps it was the unbelievable size of it... or simply her own degenerate young lust, whichever, she didn't care... that he let her suck the hot male come from the huge shaft of his excitedly throbbing cock was all that mattered.

Milt groaned and raised up to watch the little bitch's firmly dancing tits as her bobbing head worked up and down and he began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, inflamed cock in and out of her mouth mercilessly with a lewd, moist sucking sound resounding throughout the room. Christ, the young black cunt was revelling in it! And Claudia was getting more up-tight every second just standing there and wanting for instruction. She'd tossed her negligee to one side and was gaping enviously, fingering hungrily her own gaping, flooding cunt while Sampson whimpered and sniffed at it tensely. He couldn't blame the handsome brute; when all was said and done it was still the most delicious pussy of them all, and she knew damned well that he loved it.

And what a lucky animal Sampson was! Christ, how many animals got to eat raw hamburger and steak every day, then fuck the most beautiful woman in the world! Man, it was a beautiful arrangement for everybody!

But even with the dogs, it was wise to keep an ambitious woman like Claudia in tow, he thought nebulously, watching the lascivious puffing of the girl's ebony cheeks as her head bobbed rhythmically on the end of his cock. Sadistically then, the thrust the throbbing shaft upward between her ovaled clasping lips. He wound his hand in her tight, kinky hair and grinned as he continued to jerk his pelvis upward, forcing his heavy cock mercilessly into her trapped sweet face, while she whimpered in sudden submission down between his legs. Maybe it was time to give her a little stimulant... help her faith in mankind, he decided, the idea sending a charge of additional sadistically inspired lust into his groin and gut.

"Now, Sampson! Take her! Now!" he ordered, anxious to see if the dog would obey orders, and ignoring his wife's expression of disappointment. "Move, dog, move!"

Claudia didn't try to hide her feelings. God almighty, she was about ready to go out of her mind with her own desire after provoking it the entire evening long, and here he had taken away her last vestige of satisfaction... except her own hand! God, was that all he expected her to get tonight... and if he did, why didn't he say so? Even that was at least a form of release. As for this little black bitch, the sexy teenaged vixen, she'd take care of her... no, she'd let the master of the house do that, the naked, red-haired woman planned, while she jealously watched the young German Shepherd, Sampson, moved up behind Diana's firm, rounded young buttocks with inquisitive, trained instinct...