A story of a black female slave, her Master and her Mistress.

"Secret Ecstasy" - EROTICA

The southern breeze was blowing, as I scrubbed the kitchen floor,
I scurried to the corner, when my Master opens the door.
I gather-up my skirt-tails, hoping he will leave me be,
I crouch down on the floor, waiting, setting on my knees.


Don’t come and take my body, like the many times before,
Don’t make me do those nasty things, please let me do my chores.
He reaches down and grabs my arm and pulls me close to him,
Hiking up my ragged skirts, his maleness sliding in.


His proper Mrs. rings her bell, for me to draw her bath,
I bathe her silken body, mine still throbbing from his shaft.
I towel her and powder moistened places as she lay,
Across her bed, wide open, when she hastens me to stay.


My Mistress orders me to kneel and taste her scarlet lips,
Squirming in her ecstasy, I held her writhing hips.
Little does she know, my Master has his way with me,
But I delight in the taste of her, when I’m down on bended knees.


I suckle at her bosoms, hanging free for me to lap,
My eager fingers reaching for her wet and yielding gap.
My Mistress moans, dismisses me, to work while it’s still light.
She knows not of her husbands needs, in my shack late tonight.


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