Cassie was glad she didn't have to work in the fields, like the other slaves. She was her master's favorite, because she had the best pussy on the plantation, and he had tried them all. Her only job was to fuck him, and keep his big hairy white nuts drained. Cassie didn't mind at all, because she was perpetually hot in the ass, and loved to fuck.

Master Phillips kept her naked most of the time, even in front of the other slaves. He would admonish the other young slave women for not having pussy as good as Cassie's. Those women despised her for having such a privileged position. Anyone of them would have gladly taken her place, to get out of the other hard work they had to do, but they just couldn't throw that pussy the way Cassie could.

Even though her job was fucking the master, she did find time to sneak a fuck with another slave named Jake, whenever the master left the plantation on business. Jake was Master Phillip's butler, and the head house slave, so he had access to Cassie's hot black ass. The two lovers knew they had to be careful at what they did, because if the other slaves ever found out, it could possibly mean that she would lose her status as the master's favorite, and it would mean a definite whipping for Jake.

But, when the master was on the plantation, it meant no pussy for Jake. All he could do was wish, while having to listen to Cassie's moans and screams coming from the master's bedroom. It made Jake jealous, and angry, and even more hornier for her.

Master Phillips was not as naive as they thought he was. He knew that they were fucking. It gave him a bigger thrill to know that Jake was jealous, and not able to do a damn thing about it. He also knew that Jake would be peeking through the keyhole, as he was riding Cassie's big black ass, and tearing that good pussy up. He would fuck her extra hard, just to put on a good show for the powerless slave man.

Jake hated when Master Phillips would parade Cassie, buck naked, around the big house. This show would be for Jake's benefit, or more accurately for Master Phillips' benefit. He would slow walk her all over the house. He would continually squeeze Cassie's ass, as they jiggled and wiggled while she walked. Then, he would stick his big, hard white fingers deep into her ass crack, and keep them there while they walked. As if it were some weird kind of leash that kept her black ass in line.

The other slave women that worked in the house would be sick with envy that it was not them with the masters white hand stuck deep in their ass creases. Jake would be envious that it was not he who had his hand stuck in Cassie's ass. His impotent rage translated into a steely hard dick. Master Phillips knew the effect is was having on Jake, and loved to see that anguished look on his black face. But, what pained Jake even more was the smile on Cassie's face as their master dug roughly into her soft, tender ass flesh.

Once the interracial couple made their rounds of the house, they would head back upstairs to fuck. Poor Jake would stand at the foot of the long winding staircase and watch the woman he loved being goosed in the ass by the white man who owned her ass - and owned his ass too, and the dick that was threatening to tear through the front of his trousers because it was so hard.

The other house slaves pitied Jake, because they all knew how much he loved Cassie. The ones around his age offered him pussy all the time, but Jake was saving his dick for nobody but Cassie. Even if he had to have his master's sloppy seconds.

Jake would give them time to go upstairs, and into the bedroom. Then, he would creep up the stairs too, and take up his position at the keyhole. Once there, he would take his dick out and start massaging the long black shaft. Jake was nicely hung, but when it came to cock size, Master Phillips had him beat by a mile. The master's dick was longer than his, and twice as thick. The shaft of it was laced with big bulging veins, and the fat dickhead was purplish in color, making a stark contrast with the heavy white shaft.

What Jake saw through the keyhole was Cassie lay back on the bed, with her big dark thighs cocked, and spread as wide as they could go. He could see that nappy, funky, dick-gripping pussy he loved so much. Cassie was looking up at Master Phillips, with a loving look in her eyes, as he disrobed. When he was totally nude, Jake could see the white master's hairy body climb up onto the bed, and in between his woman's thighs. Yes, Jake considered Cassie his woman, even though by law she belonged to Master Phillips. The foot of the big bed was pointing right at the door, and this afforded Jake full view of everything that happened on it. He saw the masters hairy white ass pointing right at him, and then he saw the nasty white man look over his shoulder directly at him through the keyhole. That had never happened before. At that moment, Jake knew that Master Phillips knew about his spying on them. He was tempted to run, but his raging lust kept him rooted to the spot. Master Phillips let out a loud sinister laugh, just before he rammed his white horse dick into Cassie's black slave cunt. Jake heard her cry out, as the big dick plowed into her. Then, Master Phillips started riding her, like he was riding one of his horses. He had her legs bent way back towards her head, and he raised himself up onto her enough so that Jake could clearly see the white monster cock sliding furiously in and out of Cassie's black cunt.

As fast as Master Phillips' dangerous dong was gliding into the black slave woman's black fuck hole, that's how fast Jake was pulling on his cunt-deprived black dick. He wish he had the courage to burst into the room and pull the white man off of his woman. Pull him so hard, that his big dick would dislodge from the pussy with a loud plop. But, he knew the consequences of that action, so he just continued to watch, jerk his cock, and imagine.

The black ass-owning white man continued to rough ride the subjugated black woman's cunt, more for the sight it presented to her weak, watching black lover than for anything he was trying to prove to Cassie. However, even though she was screaming loudly, as if in sheer pain, she was loving every stab of the big white cock. She loved for Master Phillips to fuck her this way. Jake, almost in tears, and still pulling on his prick had to admit to himself that he loved seeing Master Phillips savagely fuck the shit out of his woman. Cassie had surrendered to the white cock, and so had Jake. If he couldn't fuck the pussy himself, at least he could get some pleasure out of seeing the master fuck it.

Bed squeaking, sweaty bodies slapping together, dick pounding the pussy, white man grunting, black woman screaming were the sights and sounds that Jake experienced through that keyhole. Thank goodness for keyholes. Were it not for them, he wouldn't have been able to see anything, and that would have drove him completely crazy. What he saw was driving him crazy too, but at least he was getting pleasure from it. He didn't feel totally left out. Still, he wished it was his dick stuck in Cassie's ravaged cunt hole.

Master Phillips' fucking suddenly picked up speed, if that were possible the way he was going, and Jake knew he was about to empty his hairy white nuts into Cassie's clutching pussy. Then the moment came, and Master Phillips came. He flooded the fucked out black slave woman's twat with with a torrent of spunk. Jake could see it spill out has the master continued to plunge his powerful fuck pole into the pussy meat. When the last drop of jizz had left his balls, he collapsed onto her body, totally spent.

Jake pulled his eye away from keyhole, because the show was over - for now. He made his way down to the kitchen, because he knew in a few minutes Master Phillips would be calling for him to bring them some food upstairs. The white man needed the food to replenish his strength, and get him ready for the next round of fucking. Jake would have to bring the food into them, and get to experience the part of the fuck he couldn't while at the keyhole. He would get to smell the fuck funk in the room. It was the intermingling of pussy, dick, ass, and spunk. He could hardly wait to inhale that heavenly aroma. It was a smell that made him sickly jealous, and at the same time swoon in ecstatic joy.

The black slave man could hardly wait until it was time for Master Phillips to take another trip. Then, he would have his chance at Cassie's pussy. But, until that time, he would have to be content with watching his woman get fucked by the white slave master.

Jake's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Master Phillips' voice calling out his name. He picked up the tray of food, and headed back up the stairs.

End