4 comments/ 61816 views/ 22 favorites Meet Your New Master Ch. 01 By: caramelz Nora tightly held a small bag with all her worldly possessions as Master Thompson turned the carriage they were riding in up the path to a large plantation. "Things are going to be different dear, things are going to be different," Nora's soon to be former master muttered quietly, giving her a sympathetic look. "Please, do whatever he tells you to without any questions. He's known to have a bit of a...temper." Nora nodded her held, swallowing hard, dreading what lay ahead in her future. Nora had been a slave of Master Thompson's since she was born, as had many of her brothers and sisters. He was a fair man, never beating any of them, always providing them with plenty of food, shelter and clothing. However, he did have a weakness that had gotten him into trouble, many a time. Master Thompson was a gambler and had lost several slaves in bets through out the years. Nora could not stop crying for days straight when he had first lost her mother ten years before. Years later her sister Sarah and her brother Nelson were also lost in bets. Now it was her turn. *** Two days prior, her mistress Mrs. Thompson had ordered Nora to go to the saloon in town to fetch Mr. Thompson to let him know his dinner was getting cold. Nora did as she was told and when she arrived at the noisy saloon she glanced around the room and finally noticed her master at a table in the middle of a card game with a handsome man younger than he, but about ten years her senior. She walked up to the table behind Mr. Thompson, unsure if she should interrupt him from the conversation he was having. Silently she stood, waiting for the chatter to die down. Suddenly the other man cleared his throat to speak to her master, "James, it seems there is a lovely young women behind you trying to get your attention." Nora looked at the other man to discover his eyes on her, running slowly down her body as he leisurely smoked a cigar. He had dark, piercing eyes and dark brown hair that fell past his chin. Stubble ran across his handsome face. Nora felt uncomfortable with the way this mysterious man undressed her with his eyes and instinctively wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders. "Nora, what is it? What are you doing here, interrupting me in the middle of my card game?" her mastered asked her, oblivious to the look his card partner was giving his slave. "Sir, Mrs. Thompson requests that you come home now. She says that your dinner is getting cold." Looking at his watch, Mr. Thompson's eyebrows raised, surprised to see the time. "It seems I lost track of the hour. Let me finish this one hand, Nora." Nora nodded her head to her master, and quickly glanced again at the man across from him. He was still looking at her, but this time with a half smile on his face. He put down his cigar and took a swig of the ale in front him and then slowly licked the juices from his lips while he looked like he was pondering a great idea. "James, let's sweeten the pot a bit, shall we? " Mr. Thompson looked up from his cards to his opponent to find his staring over his shoulder at his slave. "Nora," grunted Mr. Thompson, "Step outside, please. I'll be out soon." Nora turned on her feet and quickly exited the saloon. She could feel the eyes of the mysterious man on her back as she walked away. He had made her feel most uncomfortable and like a piece of meat, but there was something about him that was so masculine and so attractive. Minutes later her thoughts about the man were interrupted when her master stepped through the swinging doors of the saloon empty handed with a grim look on his face. He was silent throughout the walk home and did not speak until he entered the doors of the house. He looked wearingly at her before speaking to his wife. "Betsy, we need to talk. Nora...please, excuse us." "Yes, sir," Nora answered, looking at her mistress and master quickly before turning from the room. She didn't need to stay for the conversation, for she already knew what would be said. *** Master Thompson knocked on the door, which was quickly opened by an elderly black man with salt and pepper hair. "Hello, I am here to see Mr. Harris." "Mr. Thompson, Master Harris is in his study at the moment. He is expecting the young woman's arrival and has requested I show her to her room." "Of course," Nora's master said, nodding uncomfortably. Nora could only look down at the porch floor, wishing she could be swallowed into it. Her master put a firm hand on her back and pushed her forward. "Nora," he said pausing, as if thinking over his next words. You shall call your new master Master Harris. I'm sorry I have to let you go, but you understand, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Now, this kind gentleman will show you your new home. Goodbye, dear." Nora refused to watch her master as he turned away and walked away from the house back to the carriage. She finally managed to look up at the face of the male slave before her. "Come," he said, "let me show you to your quarters." Nora stepped into the home, and actually found her mind taken off of her current situation when she noticed at how beautiful it was. It was also much larger than her old home. "How many slaves live here?" she inquired the old man. "There are fifteen slaves on the plantation, but they have their own quarters, adjacent to the house. Four of us, including you are house servants," he answered leading her up a set of stairs. "However, unlike the other slaves, Master Harris has decided you will live within the actually home. He says in case he may need assistance in the middle of the night this arrangement makes it more convenient for him. On a daily basis you will assist in cooking Master Harris' meals, cleaning the house and serving him in whatever ways he may see fit." Stopping in front of a closed door in a dimly lit hallway he said, "This my dear, is your room. I will leave you to unpack your things," he said, briefly looking down at the small bag she held in her hands. "My name is Marshall. I will meet you downstairs at the foot of the staircase in 15 minutes. Do not be late. The other servants and myself must begin training you soon." "Thank you," she said in a meek voice, watching him walk back down the hall. Cautiously, Nora opened the door and stepped into a dark room. There was a bed, a dresser and a mirror with a chair and vanity table. There was much more than what she had had in her previous quarters, and this time she wasn't even sharing her room with anyone. She set her bag on the bed and then walked over to a window on the other side of it and opened the curtains, which allowed light to filter throughout the room. She turned around to inspect the pieces of furniture closer. Nora opened a drawer in the dresser, surprised to find it was filled with clothes, specifically corsets and underwear. She opened a second drawer to find a few chemises and stocking. A third had petticoats. Looking beside the dresser, Nora noticed a small closet full of dresses that were hanging from a rod. She pulled out a pale blue dress and put it up to herself. "Looks like a perfect fit." Gasping in surprise Nora looked towards the door to see the man from the saloon looking at her with the same wicked smile and eyes that undressed her. "But I'm much more anxious to see you dress up in the garments from the top drawer of the dresser." Nora could feel heat rise in her cheeks and nervously put the dress back in the closet, put her arms behind her back and smiled softly. "Hello, Mr. Harris," she spoke meekly. The smile left the man's face and he slowly sauntered up to Nora. He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it softly, and then traced his index around her lips. Nora swallowed nervously, and stared down on the floor, only to have the man lift her chin up and force her to look into his eyes. "Master...you shall call me Master Harris. Understood?" "Yes, Master," she answered shamefully. "That's alright my dear. I'm sure you will not forget again." He placed a hand on her hip and towering over her, leaned in and put his face to her hair, breathing in her scent. "I cannot wait to get to know you better sweetheart," he said in a soft voice, nearly groaning. His hand began moving slowly from her hip, up to her waist and back. "All of the other slaves do work for me, but our relationship will be even more special. You will be my personal servant. How does that sound to you, Nora?" "It..it..it sounds fine, Master Harris." Her master stood up straighter so that he could look into her eyes once more, with his hand still rubbing her from her hip to her waist. "I'm glad to know you will be satisfied with the arrangement. How do you like the looks of all of the clothes I bought for you Nora?" "Oh, they look very beautiful Master. Thank you," Nora answered. Her heart was beating so hard she felt it would nearly burst from her chest. "Tonight before you go to bed, you shall try on every piece of clothing for me so that I can make sure it is a perfect fit. Understood?" Nora swallowed. "Even the corsets and knickers, sir? " she asked nervously, embarrassed at the thought of trying on such revealing clothing for him to inspect. "Especially those items, Nora." He flashed her a sly grin and then leaned in to give her a kiss on her right cheek, which slightly brushed her lips. "I believe you have some training to do, don't you Nora?" "Yes, Sir. I must get back downstairs. Marshall and the others are expecting me." "Well, we shall not keep them waiting." However, instead of letting her go, her master stepped in closer to her so that their bodies were pressed firmly against each other. The hand that had been on her hip moved around to rest on her full bottom, squeezing it slightly. Nora's breath caught in the back of her throat, waiting for his next move. He lifted her chin up, forcing her to stare into his dark brooding eyes. He looked as though he was pondering whether he should say something, but it seemed he decided against it because he slowly let go of her and stepped back. Giving her a knowing smile he turned around and exited the room. Nora closed her eyes and let out the breath she had been holding. She didn't know what to think...what to expect. She slowly counted to ten to calm her self down and then left the room as well to head downstairs to meet with the other house slaves. Meet Your New Master Ch. 02 In just a matter of 15 minutes Nora had managed to learn where everything in the kitchen was kept from the food in the pantry to the dishes in the cupboard. After spending nearly an hour with the other servants the meal was done. At any moment, Marshall told her, her new master would be waiting in the dining room for his meal. "Come, Nora. Master Harris is waiting at the table, we must bring him the food," Marshall told her. Carrying a bowl of steaming mashed potatoes and a pitcher of ice water, Nora followed him and another servant who was an older woman named Margaret through the doors of the kitchen into the dining room. It was rather large with a long rectangular table that must have been able to hold 12 people. However, her master, who was seated at the head of the table, was the only one there. The slaves said good evening, placing food on the plate in front of him and then laid the bowls onto the table in case he wanted a second helping. As soon as Marshall and Margaret set them down, they turned on their heals back into the kitchen. Nervously Nora approached the table. "Potatoes?" she asked. He nodded at her, smiling, while softly drumming him knuckles on the table's surface. She scooped several spoonfuls onto his plate, set the bowl down and then poured him a tall glass of water. She was nearly ready to turn around and leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "Why are you in a hurry to leave, Nora?" he asked, letting his arm slowly travel up her bare arm. "I...I didn't want to bother you as you ate dinner, Master." "You presence could never bother me," he answered with a sly smile on his face, letting go of her arm. "Why don't you sit down and have some dinner with me. I insist." Hearing the tone of his voice, Nora perceived his last words to be an order rather than an invitation. She quickly placed the pitcher on the table and then sat down in the chair to his right. "Why are you sitting so far away," he asked, sounding very amused. "Come closer, Nora. Right here." Nora felt butterflies stirring in her stomach as she noticed that he was patting his knee for her to sit on. Nora slowly stood up and walked over to her master, feeling anticipation, though she tried to hide it as best she could. "I won't bite," he said when he noticed her hesitate. Nora nodded her head and then lowered herself into his lap. She felt so small against his larger frame. She immediately noticed how strong and powerful his body felt near her as she sat upon his firm thighs. "Relax, darling," he murmured, while wrapping his right arm around her waist. He pulled her closer so that her back rested against his torso. "Have something to eat. You'll need some strength for later." Thinking that he was referring to housework she may have to do, Nora accepted the piece of fried chicken he held out for her. Nora sat upon her master's lap, feeling out of place, but at the same time, not being able to help but relish in the taste of the food that she had helped prepare. She hadn't eaten all day, and in fact did feel a bit ravished. Also, though she knew it was wrong, she felt special that he would display this attention to her. Together, they ate from the same plate and drank from the same glass. Never had she seen this happen with the slaves in her old home. However, Master Thompson was never one to get close or touch the slaves, which was fine with Nora as she would have been sickened had it been his lap rather than Master Harris' that she sat upon. When they both had their fill, Nora immediately stood up and reached for some dishes. "I shall take everything back into the kitchen now, Master." "Don't bother. Put that down. Margaret!" he called out to his other servant. Nora obeyed his orders and noticed seconds later that the older woman appeared through the doorway. "Yes, Massa?" she asked. "Take these dishes away. I am retiring for the night and Nora will be as well. She is rather tired from her first day with us and is going to be getting ready for bed." Mr. Harris stood up and whispered into Nora's ear. "Remember, you are going to be trying on your new clothing for me. I will meet you in 5 minutes." "Yes, sir," she answered and feeling flushed, quickly walked away towards the stairs to her bedroom. Nora realized that she wasn't quite sure if she was rushing because she wanted to get away from her master, or because she was excited at the thought of trying on her new articles of clothing for him. *** Nora stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the blue dress she had examined earlier. Underneath she also wore a pair of her new petticoat and undergarments. She combed her hair out, ready to put it back into a neater bun, but was interrupted by a knock on her door. Before she could say, "Come in", her master opened the door and sauntered in. "Very nice," he said, closing the door behind him. "That color looks very nice on you." He walked up behind her and began stroking his hands through her loose curls. "And your hair looks lovely down. You shall wear it like this when we're alone together. Alright?" "Yes, Master." "Well, the dress clearly fits. Take it off. I want to see how everything underneath looks." He moved away from her and sat on the edge of her bed, ready for a show. Nervously Nora obeyed, unbuttoning the dress carefully and letting it slide down her body. Underneath she wore a white petticoat, pantilettes, stockings, and a chemise. "Take off the petticoat," Mr. Harris instructed. She did so, revealing the pantilettes underneath it. Mr. Harris seemed transfixed on her body. He sat staring at her for several minutes without saying a word. "Do you like the fit?" Nora asked, feeling awkward just standing before him. "What? Uh...yes, of course. Now take everything off. I'd like to see the next set of clothing." He settled further into her bed, leaning back and resting on his elbows. Nora turned around to look at him with a surprised look on her face. "Aren't you going to leave the room so I can change?" "This is my house Nora. I shall go anywhere I please and sit in any room at anytime I choose. Do you understand this?" he asked, his eyes narrowing at her. "Of course," she answered. Nora was scared to death to be naked in front of him. She decided she might as well get it done as quickly as possibly. Nora rolled the stockings down her thighs and then pulled the chemise over her head, exposing her naked breasts to her master. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the expression on his face. Before she moved to slip out of the pantilettes she turned around so that he would not see her womanhood but instead her bare button. As she stood naked, she could feel a stirring between her thighs. She was shocked to realize that she was getting wet from the act of being naked before her master. Nora quickly walked over to her dresser to pull out garments of clothing to cover herself. Before she could grasp a piece of clothing though, she felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her arm back. "No!" Master Harris stood behind her, breathing hard into her ear. "Don't cover yourself." He stood still behind her for a couple of moments as if he was trying to gain composure. He then pulled on her wrist and guided her in front of the tall mirror. Nora could not help but stare at the image of both of them. Her master stood behind her, rubbing his lips against her neck. He let go of her wrist and both hands began to run up her sides, up to her breasts. "So soft," he whispered, letting his tongue gently swirl around the side of her neck. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Nora rested them against the tops of her thighs, though she was itching to turn around and wrap them around Mr. Harris' neck. "You're a sexy little thing, you know that darling?" he said to her, looking up in the mirror at the both of them. His fingers moved to the center of her breasts, grabbing at her nipples. He squeezed them as though to milk them and didn't seem satisfied until Nora began moaning in pleasure. "I wanted you from the second I saw you in the saloon that day. You wanted me too, didn't you?" "I thought you were very attractive," she answered embarrassed that he could tell. "Well, I've been waiting for the past two nights to take you, Nora, and I'm not about to wait any longer." Without any warning, her master scooped her up in his arms and then threw her down, unceremoniously onto her bed. Without hesitation, he undid his belt and then began to unbutton his pants. Suddenly it dawned on Nora the reality of what was about to happen. She had never been with a man before and had heard several of the slaves talk about how much it hurt their first time. "No...no, don't do this yet," she begged, sitting up on the bed. "Lay back down," Mr. Harris barked, pushing her onto her back. He moved to hover over her, one hand resting above her head, while the other reached down to pull his cock from his pants. He pushed his right knee between her thighs, pushing her legs apart. His cock slid past the folds of her sex and entered her wet sheath. It was only an inch in, but Nora could already tell how thick his cock was without even seeing it. "It will hurt just this once, but after that, you will beg me for it," he said to her, staring into her wide eyes. Then without warning, he shoved his cock the rest of the way into her wet pussy, causing her to cry out in pain. "Shhh, baby. It's okay," he told her encouragingly. "Your pussy is so tight!" He moved his dick in and out of her with hard strokes, causing her pain. Mr. Harris moved his head down and took a nipple between his lips, which distracted Nora momentarily. However, the pleasure of his warm mouth surrounding her hardened tit wasn't enough to take away the pain from the thrusting of his long hard cock. "Please," she begged. "Master, stop. Please!" But he didn't listen to her. His cock moved within her, his pace increasing. Suddenly he cried out and gave his cock one last hard thrust. Nora felt him come within her, his semen filling her tunnel. Mr. Harris collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. Nora did not protest, but closed her eyes as tears slowly poured out. She had felt so anxious, wanting him at first, but his cock was too big, and hurt her as it broke her maidenhead. "This is how it will be," she thought to herself. "He will come to me whenever he has these urges. That's why I'm his personal servant." She kept her eyes closed as she felt him slowly sit up, moving off of her. She prayed he was ready to go to his own bedroom for the night. Meet Your New Master Ch. 03 John looked down at Nora, surprised and shocked by what he had just done. He had always been so used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, and this included women. He had slept with many women over the years, but never had he forced a single one. They had always come to him, eager and willing. John was a rich, powerful, handsome man, and women had always been drawn to him. When John saw Nora standing before his table at the saloon when she came to fetch her master, he knew he had to have her. He had never raped, let alone slept with any of his previous slaves. However, when he saw Nora, he felt something stirring within himself and couldn't resist the urge to have her. Everyone in the town was aware of James Thompson's gambling problem, and immediately John decided he would use it to his advantage. At first John was very enticed by the idea of having such power over Nora and being her master. The thought of her staying just doors down from his bedroom, wearing the clothes he bought for her and serving him in any way imaginable caused an overwhelming desire within him. But now, staring at her, lying down on the bed with tears falling down her delicate face made him realize what a monster he had been that day. "Nora...Nora, are you alright?" He placed his hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. She shook her head slightly and tears continued to roll down her cheeks. John realized that she was still naked and had begun to shiver. Determined to make her more comfortable he gently lifted her up and pulled the covers from beneath her body. He laid her back down and covered her up, hoping she may not feel so self-conscious in front of him. "Nora, I'm so sorry. What I did to you was wrong. I...I just completely lost control." Nora didn't answer, but instead rolled on her side facing away from him. John realized it was not going to be so easy of a situation where she would just forgive and forget. Reluctantly he stood up from the bed and left the room. Nora let out a small sigh of relief, thinking he had left her for good. She tried to go to sleep and forget about what happened that night, but the memory would not escape her. About a half an hour later she was interrupted from her thoughts by a soft tap on the door. She quickly sat up to see who it was. Slowly the door opened and Margaret walked in. "Hello dear," the older woman said as she walked in the room. She went directly towards the closet and pulled out a long blue wrap. "I'm sorry if I woke you, but Master Harris has instructed me to run a bath for you. It is ready now." She walked up to the bed and held the wrap out for Nora. "Come along now." Nora took the wrap from her and sat up to put it around herself. She slowly pulled herself out of the bed and followed Margaret out of the room. It still hurt between her legs and she had to walk carefully. She didn't have far to go though for Margaret directed her to the room next to hers, which was the washroom. There was a large porcelain tub in the center of the floor, filled with steaming hot water and foaming bubbles. Nora took off the wrap and dropped it on the floor. She noticed Margaret look between her thighs with a surprised look at the mixture of blood and semen. She assisted the young woman into the tub and then began to wash her hair. "The master laid down with you, didn't he Nora," she said, more as a statement than a question. "Yes, yes he did. I didn't want to Margaret. Well...at first I did, but then I didn't," she looked down at the water, feeling ashamed. "Nora, I want you to know something. Master Harris is actually a good man. I know he must seem like such a horrible person for what he did to you. But I want you to know that he has never done this to any of the slaves before." "How are you so sure?" Nora closed her eyes and relaxed as the woman's hands messaged her aching skull. "Because Nora, we all talk. We all know the Master's business and each other's business. If he ever did this to someone, we would all know. You are the only one that he has ever had stay so close to his bedroom. Master Harris is different than other slave owners though. Never has he taken a whip or so much raised his hand to any of us. He acquired us all from other masters. Masters he knew wouldn't have taken care of their slaves so well as he would. Being a slave in the first place as you know Nora is a horrible existence. But at least he gave us something better than we had before." "Did he put you up to this?" Nora sat up and turned around to face Margaret, wanting to see the look in her eyes. "Did he tell you to say all this?" "No Nora. But when he came to fetch me to run a bath for you, I could see the look of sadness and regret in his eyes. He truly is sorry for what he's done. He thinks you are beautiful Nora, but unfortunately he let his desires come before thinking of the consequences." Nora pondered what Margaret had to say and then laid back in the bath, trying to enjoy the rest of the hot water, before it turned cold. *** Nora slowly awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside of her window. She smiled feeling the sun shining directly on her face. She knew it must be mid morning already and that she had slept in much longer than normal. But then she realized that she had been exhausted from what had just happened the night before and needed the extra sleep. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering how to act when she saw Master Harris. She didn't have long to wait though because she heard a knock at her door minutes later and knew it was him. She expected him to immediately walk through the door like he had the day before giving her no privacy, but this time he knocked again. "Come in," she answered, knowing she couldn't avoid him for much longer. She was a slave in his home and it was inevitable that she would have to see him. He walked through the door holding a tray of food and appearing anxious. "Good Morning, Nora," he said approaching the bed. "I brought breakfast for you." He offered the tray to her, which she took and sat onto her lap. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to the end of side of the bed, indicating he would like to sit down. Nora did not answer but simply nodded her head. She looked down at her tray, finding a cup of hot tea, pancakes with maple syrup and sliced peaches, all her favorites. "I talked to you old mistress this morning, Mrs Thompson," he said appearing quite nervous. "She said these were some of your favorite foods. I hope you like them." "Thank you," Nora said, barely above a whisper. She began eating and they were both silent for several minutes. Finally her master broke the silence. "Nora, listen...I...I...I was wrong for what I did yesterday. I don't want to apologize for wanting you, because I still do. But I wish I did it on your terms. When you were ready." Taking a last bite of her food Nora placed her fork back down on her tray and then bravely looked up at him. "You know what, this is really hard for me, but I forgive you. I believe in God and he forgave us for our sins and my mother always told me to forgive other people. So I will do that with you." Nora let out a sigh of relief. It had taken so much courage for her to say so, but she felt she had to get it out. What he had done to her may have been unforgivable in the eyes of many, but she just felt it was something she had to do. "Thank you, Nora," he said, taking her hand and holding it within both of his own. "And I want you to know something. I'm not a horrible person. I can be a cocky jackass and think I can have any woman I want when I want. But what I did to you, I've never done that to any of my slaves before...ever. And I've never done this to another woman. You were the first, and it was unfortunate. Do you believe me?" Yes, I actually do, Master Harris," she answered. She was surprised at herself that she was letting him stroke her hand and was actually beginning to enjoy it. "Don't call me that," he said, sounding very serious. He let go of her hand and took a hold of her chin. "Nora, you will stay here with me on my plantation. But you won't be my slave any longer. You will just stay here as if it was your home. Which it is now. Since I'm not your master any longer, you can't address me as such. For now on, you're to call me John." "John? Are you sure?" "Yes." Nora nodded her head in agreement and looked at John as he sat beside her, his hand still cupping her cheek still as he stared back into her eyes. Nora felt a shiver go down her spine as she realized that after all that had happened she still was attracted to him, just as he was to her. As if reading her thoughts, he slowing leaned into her until his lips were directly in front of hers. He softly grazed hers with his, giving her only a slight kiss. He then backed away and then stood up. "I have to go and run some errands in town. Please, explore the house. It is yours now too." He then turned away and left the room. Listening to him walk down the stairs Nora thought about what was to come in her future. She knew that something was bound to happen again between them, but next time it would be different. It wouldn't be Master Harris and his slave, but rather John and Nora. Meet Your New Master Ch. 04 Nora stared out the window of her room, deep in thought. The past couple of months had not been exactly what she had expected them to be. First of all, she thought it would be wonderful not having to be one of Master Harris slaves. "John," Nora corrected herself in her head. "Not Master Harris...just John." She had discovered that he actually was a very pleasant man. He would tell her jokes and talk to her like she was a normal person. He even listened to what she had to say. One night Nora told John that she had learned to read from her former mistress. The next day he brought home a Bible and thick novel for her to read. He took the time to learn some of her favorite foods and made sure they were on the meal menu a couple times a week. Though he had been so assertive at first, he was showing her a much softer side and acted like no white person she had ever known. Their relationship had not moved to a physical level. Once in a while John would give her a kiss on the cheek, but that was the extent to the physical relationship. However, it was still enough to make her tingle. Nora thought that not being John's slave would make her a free woman, but in reality, it did not. Seeing the other slaves working in the kitchen and going outside and seeing the others working in the fields made Nora feel that she was really just like the rest of them, expect that she wore pretty clothes and got to call the master by his first name. She knew that as soon as she stepped off the property, people would only see her for the color of her skin and she would become a slave all over again. Also, there was always the thought of John meeting another woman in the back of her mind. Then what would happen to her? Her rumbling stomach interrupted her thoughts. "It's almost dinner time," she said to herself, "John must be down stairs by now." Nora stood up and headed downstairs to see what had been prepared for dinner that day. Coming closer to the dining room, she could hear the laughter of a woman. It doesn't sound like Margaret, she thought to herself. She was suddenly feeling more curious as to whose voice it could be. Nora walked through the dining room doors surprised at the sight that she saw. John was sitting at the dining table with a blonde woman directly beside him who was laughing and smiling, probably at a joke he had just told her. She looked very regal wearing a light blue dress with a low neckline and with her blonde hair piled on top of her head. John smiled back at her and leaned forward to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen down in front of her face. Nora was ready to make a quiet exit, but John suddenly looked up at her, seeming both surprised and ashamed. The blonde then turned her head to see what had taken John's attention away from her. She did not seem at all pleased to see that Nora had interrupted them. The woman looked back at John and then tried to continue the conversation with him. "You are too funny John," the blond woman said. "Now go on with what you were saying," She was surprised to see that he did not answer her. His attention was still focused past her on Nora. "John!" she yelled this time. "Don't tell me you'd rather sit there and stare at that ugly ole' slave of yours than look at me," she said with a nervous chuckle. John quickly turned his attention back to her and just smiled, rather than answer her question. "John," she said with a wicked smile. "You cad. Now you didn't answer my question. So...?" "Sarah," he said acting confused. "What in the world are you talking about?" The blonde woman turned her attention away from John and stared squarely at Nora. "Slave, why are you just standing there like you have nothing to do. Go fetch us more wine right away." She held up the wine glass in front of her, which was actually more than half full. Nora gave her a grim smile and then walked towards the kitchen doors reluctantly, wondering to herself she was bothering to do it. After walking into the kitchen she went downstairs to the wine cellar, and grabbed the first bottle she could find to bring back. As she walked back up the stairs, she realized there were tears coming down her cheeks. Here she was, serving someone once again, although it had been declared to her that she was not a slave. Such a short-lived freedom. Not only that, but she had thought that possibly John might have feelings for her. Now that theory was thrown out the window. Nora walked over to the counter and rested her head on it, trying to calm herself down before walking back into the dining room. How could he??? First he had taken her from her home, raped her, and then acted like he regretted it so much and actually cared for her. Now, he was already courting a woman and worst of all, letting her stomp all over her. As Nora leaned her head against the counter, she felt a hand begin to stroke her hair. She figured it must have been Margaret. However, he she looked up, she saw it was John. Nora quickly stood straight and wiped the existing tears from her cheek. "I suppose you're both waiting on this," she said, holding the wine bottle out. "Sorry I took so long." John took the bottle from her hands and sat it on the counter. "Don't worry about that," he said, reaching up to stroke the side of her face. "Don't worry about her, you're not her servant. You're not anybody's servant now." Nora looked at him wondering whether or not she had the right to ask him her next question. "Who is she?" "Sarah? She's nobody, really." He looked deep into Nora's eyes seeing she didn't believe him. "Trust me, alright?" "So, what are your plans for tonight? Will you be making love to her?" Nora knew she was treading on thing water. However, she was starting to care for John more than she would have liked and her feelings of jealousy were beginning to take over like a tidal wave. "Or will you savagely take her like you did me? That's your thing, isn't it...Massa?" Nora was equally as shocked as John probably was by the words that had just tumbled from her mouth. Bravely she stared back at him, giving him a smirk. Though she acted quite composed, her heart was racing a mile a minute. There was so much anger boiling inside her, that she couldn't stop the words from coming out of her mouth. She wondered what John's next move would be. Saying such words to any white man would get her beat, possibly killed. John's hand dropped from her cheek and he stood still for a moment. But he then quickly reached out, grabbing both her arms and roughly dragged her up against him. "First of all," he growled, "I told you that I have never raped another woman in my fucking life. I'm sorry that I did that you, but both you and I know that we do feel something for one another. Secondly, nothing is going to happen between Sarah and myself after this meal. In case you didn't notice already, I'm a bit of a gambler. I played against her father, I was betting for one of his horses, he was betting for a date with his daughter. I am a very wealthy man, my dear, so this was a pretty good deal for him. Unfortunately, I lost. Quite honestly, I've had my share of bitchy woman and they've left a rather bad taste in my mouth." He took a deep breath and then continued more softly, "Lastly, don't push me, sweetheart. I am the man of this house so I suggest you respect me. Do you understand?" Nora looked down at the floor and nodded her head. John let go of her arms and took her chin in his hand, lifting it up so that she was looking into his yes. He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and then taking the bottle of wine, turned around and walked towards the dining room. Nora wanted to begin crying again, but felt it was a waste of time. Hearing that John had no feelings for Sarah did not help her feel better. Living with John would be a hard situation. He was right, for some reason, she did feel something for him, but it would only make things more complicated. One day you would find a woman who he would court and possibly marry. Then what would happen to her? Certainly he wouldn't allow her to live freely with his wife and children. Would she become his slave again? Or would she be cast away and sold to someone else? Then and there, Nora decided she had to leave. Perhaps she could find a way to escape up North. She recalled hearing something about an underground railroad from slaves in her previous home. Maybe she could find it. She did not know where she was going, but she could not stay with John a moment longer. Nora realized that there was another doorway in the kitchen that led to the hallway where the staircase was. It was a long route that she usually did not take, but it was best to sneak upstairs that way so not to interrupt John and Sarah. She quickly and quietly made her way to her bedroom where she grabbed her most important belongings and then tied them up in the robe that John had bought for her. She made her way back downstairs, through the kitchen once again, and then exited through the backdoor of the house. In front of her was an empty field and then a cornfield that led to the woods. She did not know if it would be the safest place, but she decided that her chances may be better than taking the road. If she took the later, a white man or woman could easily spot her and she would be captured soon. Nora took a deep breath and then moved forward towards the cornfield. She realized that she was the only one outside and that the slaves must have retired for the evening. She shivered at the thought of being by herself for the night. It was not yet dark out, but she sun was beginning to set and would probably be down in about an hour. When Nora stepped from the grass into the cornfield, she suddenly heard a very loud horn. "What is that?" she asked herself. She looked around wildly and then spotted where it was coming from. A top of a flat section of the barn sat a slave with a horn. It dawned on Nora that this slave's job must be to watch out for runaways. "It's now or never," she whispered under her breath. Nora turned back towards the cornfield, and then took off running, straight forward towards the woods. Behind her, she could hardly hear the commotion of other slaves gathering outside to find out what had happened. Minutes later she was unable to hear John yelling to her at the top of his lungs. Running as fast as she could, Nora made it past the cornfield and into the woods. She wasn't sure of what direction to take, or if she should even be running away. But the thoughts of what could possibly happen if she was seized pushed her on. She had heard too many stories of slaves getting caught after running away and she did not to risk the punishment it could bring. She knew John had a nasty side and didn't want to face it again. She zig-zagged through trees, trying to avoid going in a straight line. However, she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have. Out of the blue, Nora felt herself trip over a thick tree root. Her head hit the ground, and then all was dark. *** Nora blinked her eyes to find it was pitch dark outside. She sat up when she realized that there was a fire crackling in front of her. She looked across from the flames, surprised to see John staring back at her. His jaw line was set hard and looked as though he would like to place his hands around her neck. Slowly he stood up and walked around the fire until stood directly in front of her. He crouched down until he was face to face with her. He stared into her eyes as if searching for something, and then finally spoke. "What the hell were you thinking?" She did not answer him, feeling a loss of words. "Huh, Nora? Did I repulse you that much? So you'd rather risk being ripped apart by some wild animal in the woods or caught by some group of savage white men who would just rape you and then throw you away to die cause you don't mean a thing to them???? Answer me!!" His hands reached out and he shook her body roughly. "What the fuck were you thinking???" "I don't know," she answered honestly. She really had not thought her actions out clearly at all. It didn't occur to her that the things that John had mentioned would happen to her. Suddenly John looked at her as if a thought had popped into his head that had not been there before. "You know what I think? You're an ungrateful bitch, Nora. Do you know how good you have it now? I let you live like a queen compared to what you had before. But you're just like other women. Always wanting more." Nora stiffened in surprise at his remarks. She noticed his eyes darken, afraid as to what would come. "Please, Master. Please don't hurt me," Nora said meekly, beginning to tremble. "I won't do it again...just don't hurt me." Slowly, tears began to fall down her honey colored cheeks. John's hardened face began to soften as he listened to her pleas and watched her tears fall down. He was angry at her, but didn't want her to be afraid of him again, like she had on their first night together. "Nora," he answered in a much gentler voice. "Don't...Don't cry now. I'm not going to do anything like that." He reached his hand out to wipe away the tears from her face. "It's just...well...for some reason I feel like I loose control when I'm around you. You just made me so damn mad, Nora. And worried." John reached down and took one of her fists in both of his hands. He brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed at her knuckles, one by one. "I need you to understand something Nora," he whispered, opening her hand so that he could kiss her fingertips as well. "You are not my slave." His mouth moved downward to her palm and gave it a gentle lick. "But, you are mine." He mouth grazed past her palm to her wrist, where he placed a deep kiss on her pulse. "There will be no more running away. And as for my part of the bargain, there will be no more women visiting us for dinner. Do we have a deal?" Nora felt a loss for words from feeling his soft kisses on her skin. She simply nodded her head as a response. "Good," he answered, giving her a warm smile. He then stood up and walked a couple of yards away. Nora realized through the dark that he was heading for a horse that was actually tied to the trees. He must have ridden it here in an attempt to find her more quickly. It appeared as if he was trying to take something out of one of the saddlebags. John returned with a smile, carrying a brown blanket and a canteen. "I always have some emergency supplies ready right in the barn, just in case I ever have to take a last minute ride like this one," he said with a wink, kneeling next to her, offering the canteen. "Here, have some water." Nora took it from him anxiously. John turned back around and spread the large blanket out down next to the fire. "Let's get some sleep here tonight. It's too dark to head on back. I don't want this horse to trip over anything and get spooked." He settled down on the blanket, folding it over so that it could cover him, and then held out his arms in an invitation. "Come on baby. You need your rest. We gotta get back early in the morning." Nora stood up, quite eagerly she realized, and walked over to the blanket to lay beside John. She rested with her back facing him and allowed him to pull her tight against his hard length. In a normal situation, Nora would have lay awake, thinking about the feeling of him against her, but it had been such an exhausting night for her and all she wanted to do was get some rest. *** John slowly woke up, realizing that the sun was beginning to rise. It had taken him hours to fall asleep the night before because he was too aware of Nora's body snuggled next to him. Her curves fit so well against his. It was as if she were made specifically for him. For the past couple of months, John had become so focused on Nora. He would watch her when she wasn't aware of him. He enjoyed watching the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she smiled and her laugh. There were so many moments when he just wanted to grab her and take her right then and there. But he didn't want their first time to occur again. He needed her to want him from the beginning to the end of their lovemaking. John couldn't help himself and before he knew it, his hand unintentionally traveled up from Nora's waist to the curve of her breast. He listened to the sound of her breathing, knowing she was still asleep. He weighed her right breast in his hand. "The perfect handful," he thought to himself. He rubbed it lovingly, then his fingers nimbly moved to the center of her breast. Nearly instantly, her nipple hardened, straining against the fabric of her dress. John groaned, feeling his cock grow hard. He circled her nipple slowly and became tempted to let his fingers unbutton the front of her dress and slip underneath. But he realized this was neither the time nor the place. They were lying on the cold ground of the forest. When he took her, he wanted it to be in the right place so they could both experience the ultimate pleasure. Reluctantly he moved his hand away, and let his hand go back to rest on her waist. John kissed the top of Nora's head and called her name. "Time to wake up, baby. We gotta head on back home." Nora awoke to the sound of John urging her to get up and nearly forgot where she was. She was surprised, yet pleased to find herself wrapped in John's arms. Though they were lying on the ground in the woods, she could have laid next to him for hours more. She yawned, then sat up and stretched, recalling what had happened the night before. She turned around to look at John who was still lying down, watching her closely. "Are you sure you know how to get out of these woods?" she asked. John smiled and then sat up, giving her a soft kiss on the back of her neck. "Don't worry, Nora. I've lived on that plantation for my entire life and have explored these woods since I was ten years old. We'll be home in no time." *** When John and Nora arrived back to the plantation, he suggested they sit down in the dining room for a big breakfast. He knew that Nora did not get the chance to eat the night before and that she must be famished. Nora though, felt rather rumpled and dirty from her ordeal the night before, and told him she would actually prefer to take a quick bath before hand. John understood and told her he would wait for her so that they could eat together. Upstairs, Nora unwrapped her robe from around her naked body and then stepped into the tub. The water was very warm so she slowly eased her golden body into the water. She allowed her head to go beneath the surface so that she could wash her dark curls. She sat back up and reached at the side of the tub for one of the sweet smelling bars of soap that John had bought her. Nora started on her arms lathering them slowly, moving up to her shoulders and then down to her chest. As she rubbed her breasts, she couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She knew that John had thought she was asleep, but she was awake and aware the night before when he had touched her breast. Her nipples had become hard and she could feel a tingling between her legs. She was nearly ready to reach up and unbutton the top of her dress, but John's hands left it and moved back to her waist. Disappointed, Nora had forced herself to go back to sleep. Nora continued to wash her body and hair and then rinsed off. She felt much better and thought she would look much more presentable to sit down with John for breakfast. She reached for her towel on the stand at the side of the tub, and then spotted underneath a black booklet that she hadn't noticed before. She dried her hands, placed the towel at the side of the tub, and then out of curiosity reached for the notebook. Nora smiled to herself, realizing it was a sketchpad. "So John's an artist too," she said to herself. The first couple of pages included beautiful scenes of nature, including a sunset and blooming flowers. She turned to the next page and was surprised to see a sketch of herself. She was lounging backwards on a chair on the porch, idly playing with her hair. The next was of her leaning against the window of her room, staring out at the night sky. "He's very good," she murmured to herself. Turning to the next page, Nora nearly dropped the book into the water. She was quite surprised to find a picture of herself lying back on a feathered bed, naked, with her arms stretched above her head and her nipples hardened. In the picture, she had a coy look on her face as if she was inviting the viewer to join her. Nora examined the picture for a bit and then turned the page to see something even more scandalous. There before her was a picture of herself and John in the throws of passion. She sat upon his lap facing him, riding him with her head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands rested on the curve of her hips and his lips held one of her nipples deep in his mouth. Nora could feel her pulse speed up and she began to breath rapidly. She wondered how she must feel in that picture with her nipple in his hot wet mouth and his hardened dick in her tight sheath. Nora held the book in one hand and then let the other slip underneath the water and between her legs. Meet Your New Master Ch. 04 "Nora! You alright in there?" Embarrassed, Nora realized that John was calling to her from behind the door. She had taken much longer than she had intended. Quickly she stood up and set the book back on the stand then jumped out of the tub, wrapping the towel around her body. "I'm alright John. I'll be down in 5 minutes," she called out sweetly. "Alright. Just wanted to check. Didn't want your food to get cold." Nora prayed he wouldn't come through the door of the bathroom to check on her. Actually there was nothing else in the world she would have wanted more, but she would have been greatly embarrassed to have John know that she was nearly ready to pleasure herself while looking at the erotic pictures in the book. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard his footsteps heading back down the hall. Quickly Nora dried her self off, went to her room, got dressed and nervously headed downstairs. Meet Your New Master Ch. 05 "You're too funny, John," Nora said trying to control her laughter. Nora was feeling the happiest for the longest time. Or since she could remember for that matter. When she came downstairs, she was treated to a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and strawberries and crème which were prepared by John. The meal was very lighthearted and he made her laugh nearly the entire time. Nora realized that they had been sitting at the table for over an hour, and knew that John must have things to tend to that day. She stood up and smiled warmly at him, gathering her plates. "Alright, I think it's time to take care of all of these dishes. You worked hard at making the meal so there is no way I'm letting you clean up." "Just a few more minutes," he answered winking at her. "No, no, no. You said that five minutes ago. Now I know you need to go into town to tend to business." She came around the table to reach for John's plate. She was caught off guard, though when John's hand grabbed her wrist. Gently it traveled up her arm and back down again, letting go reluctantly. "Thank you," he said. He was looking at her as if he wanted to say more, but did not. Nora smiled at him shyly, and then turned towards the kitchen with the dishes. In the kitchen she filled a large basin with water she had heated and then proceeded to wash the dishes. As she cleaned, her mind began to wander to other things. Her thoughts immediately turned to the sketch-book in the bathroom. So, he had been thinking about her. Hmmm, and quite a bit from the looks of those drawings! She couldn't help but smile. Maybe he really didn't care at all about the woman who had visited for dinner. He certainly hadn't drawn any pictures of her! Feeling in good spirits, Nora began singing one of her favorite songs and swaying her hips as she finished up the cleaning. Minutes later she was interrupted. "You have an excellent voice." Nora nearly jumped out of her boots to find John standing just a few feet away from her. She had thought he would have left for town already. "John," she gasped. "You scared me. I thought you left. Otherwise I wouldn't have been singing knowing you were nearby!" Playfully she threw the dishrag at him. Having good reflexes he caught it quickly and tossed it into the basin. "Think you could get rid of me so easily?" "You need to get to work my dear," she giggled. "Now if you will excuse me, I think I'm going to go straighten up the dining room." As she attempted to walk past him, he immediately blocked her way. "That can wait," he answered, backing her up against the counter. His hands rested on the counter on either side of her, blocking her in. "You're beautiful...you know that?" "Thank you," she whispered, not sure of what else to say. "There's so many things I want to do to you, Nora. I'm very sure you know exactly what I mean when I say that...don't you?" Playing innocent Nora shook her head. "I'm sorry John. I...I don't quite know what you're talking about." Suddenly she was feeling quite warm. A grin spread across John's face. "No, I think you do, sweetheart. You were looking at my sketch-book while you were in the bath, weren't you. And don't lie. I realized I had left it in there the day before, and thought I should move it incase any of the slaves were to clean in there. Well, I went upstairs before I came in here, and what should I see but prints on the book that had to have been left by wet hands. Can you explain?" "I didn't mean to," she answered quickly, knowing she was caught. "I was just curious as to what it was. But I just looked at it very quickly and..." "Did you touch yourself when you were looking at it?" His hand moved up her right arm and then came to rest on her breast. He caressed it lightly and then allowed his fingers to stroke it back and forth, feeling her nipple already hard and at attention. Nora shook her head. "Tell the truth, sweetheart," he ordered her in a sing-song voice. John slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress down to her stomach. Beneath she wore a pink chemise. John leaned forward and took a hard nipple through the material into his mouth, causing Nora to moan. Reaching downward he pulled her dress up to her stomach. His hand slipped beneath her knickers to find her pussy beginning to ooze juices. He stroked her plump lips and then slowly began to circle her exposed clit. Nora cried out, holding his head to her chest. Between the feeling of the silky material and the wetness of his mouth against her nipple and his hand between her legs, she nearly thought she would scream, but refrained from it, knowing that someone may run into the kitchen to investigate. She stroked John's long dark hair, not wanting him to stop. Grudgingly he pulled away his hand and his mouth and asked her again, "Did you touch yourself when you saw the drawing of us fucking?" "Yes," she answered, lifting her head high to look him squarely in the eye. Nora realized that she shouldn't be ashamed to admit this to him. She also knew it was about time she quit playing shy and let him know how she felt. "It made me wet looking at the picture with the two of together." She reached up and put her hands around his neck and stood on tippy toe to get closer to him. "Truth is," she said, leaning upward and biting his lip gently, "there are many things that I want to do to you too." John groaned and wrapped his arms around her. "Wench," he said before taking her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue thrusting within the depths of her mouth. Hungrily Nora kissed him back and was so caught up in the moment that she almost didn't notice when John swept her off her feet and picked up into his arms. He began to carry her off, but to where, Nora could care less, as long as she was with him. He carried her up a flight of stairs, all the while still exploring the heat of her mouth with his tongue. Before she knew it, Nora was thrown down onto a bed of what she realized must have been the master bedroom. "Baby, take off your clothes," he ordered as he began to unbutton his shirt at the foot of the bed. John needed to feel her skin against him more than anything else at the moment. His fingers trembled as he began to take off his clothes as he watched her unbutton the rest of her dress. "So fucking sexy," he thought to himself as he watched her come down to just her knickers, chemise and stockings. He slipped out of his underwear and watched in anticipation for her to take off the rest of her clothes. She did it without shyness or hesitation and was soon as naked as he. For moments they both stood still, examining the other's aroused body, John still standing at the foot of the bed and Nora on her knees in the middle of his sheets. John couldn't believe she was his. Her caramel skin looked delicious, especially against the contrast of her dark brown nipples that stood out proud, begging for his touch. Her stomach was flat leading down to a patch of dark curls. Her hips and ass were curved quite nicely. Nora was equally pleased by the sight of John. He was quite rough looking with his piercing dark eyes, his hair that hung down, and with the stubble across his face. But he was incredibly sexy. He had a muscular body and was arguably the most masculine man she had ever met. Though she had not seen many cocks, she knew that his was on the large side. It had hurt her the first time, but now she knew it would give her nothing but pleasure. Finally Nora broke the ice, giving John a wicked smile. "I'm getting cold over here by myself. Won't you come and warm me up?" "I'd be happy to oblige," John answered with a wink and began to crawl on the bed until he was behind her. He stroked the tops of her arms and licked her left earlobe. "Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered to her. His hard manhood pressed against her back. "I want you," she sighed, leaning back against him. "Tell me where you need to be touched." He began to kiss her neck and could feel her pulse beating faster. "You know." "Tell me," he ordered her. "I want you to touch me...between my legs," she answered. She spread them without even being conscious of it. "I guess you do," he chuckled, as he noticed her readily expose herself to him. "Let's see what we have here." John moved his hands from her shoulders down her light brown body. One hand rested on her hip and the other moved between the lips of her sex, gently exploring. "So wet," he whispered to her. He didn't even need to put his fingers into her tunnel and already could find the slick juices spilling from her. Nora moaned, and began to tweak her own nipples. "Put your fingers in me John," she pleaded. "Now baby," he said, nipping at her earlobe, "that isn't very lady like of you." Nora turned her head to look at the man behind her. "Would you prefer to have a lady in your bed instead of me?" she asked, arching her eyebrow. "Not one bit," he answered her, bringing his lips forward to crush down on her own. Determined to please her, John put two fingers within her depths. She was tight, but they slid in quite easily due to her slick passage. He decided to take advantage of the fact and allowed a third finder in, which was quite a stretch. Nora moaned against his mouth, spreading her legs further apart. As John kissed her and stroked her with his fingers, he thought about what an erotic sight the two of them my look like at that moment and knew he would be sketching a picture of it the next time he had a chance. Nora tore her mouth away from his, breathing hard. "Oh, John," she cried. "You're going to make me cum. Go faster!" Instead, he slowed down the pace. Then to her disappointment, he completely pulled out. "John," she gasped, "what are you doing?" "I'm about to make love to you, baby," he said, bringing his fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how ready you are to be fucked." Nora looked at the fingers he held in front of her face, amazed at how much they were covered with her juices. She didn't even know she could get that wet. She then leaned forward, taking the digits into her mouth, eagerly sucking the juices off. John took her chin in his hands and turned her face towards him so that he could kiss her and taste the cum that lingered in her mouth. "So sweet," he said as he pulled away. "Later on I'll fuck you with my tongue and get to taste those sweet juices first hand. But for now, I think this pussy needs a big cock to please her. Lay down, baby." Nora did as he told her, laying on her back with her head on top of the soft pillows, expecting him to take her missionary style. "Nora, lay on your side," John instructed her. "I want to take you from behind." She was not quite sure what he meant, but did as she was told. John followed her, lying down beside her. Nora could feel his throbbing dick pressing against her bottom. "John...I'm not quite sure how..." "Don't worry baby," he reassured her. "I'll do all the work." He lifted her top leg so that it rested on top of his own and provided him access to her womanhood. He guided his cock so that it was outside of the opening of her cunt. "I'm going to put my cock inside of you now," he told her gently. "Tell me if I hurt you at all baby, and I'll stop right away." He wanted her to feel safe with him and to know that she could trust him completely. "Okay John. Put it in me." John slid his cock about an inch into her wet depths and then paused, waiting to see if she would protest. "Keep going," she groaned, pushing her bottom closer to his body, causing his manhood to slide further into her. "Damn," he whispered. He couldn't resist thrusting his remaining length within her. In and out he slowly stroked within her, but Nora was not about to let him do all the work. She thrust her hips back and forth, her bottom smacking against him. He looked down at their bodies, hypnotized by the site of his white body pressed in the most intimate way against her brown skin. She turned her head to look into his glassy eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered. Their mouths met and tongues intertwined. Nora's first time had been upsetting, but this time, she felt far from that. Never in her life could she have imagined that sex would feel quite like this. John was so long and thick and stretched her to the limit, but it felt like the perfect fit. She could feel a pulsing within her and after each passing moment she wanted more and more to reach her peak, but once she reached it, she wasn't quite sure she could handle it. John had been with many women over the years, but never had he had one like Nora. He knew he was the only man she had ever been with, but with him, she was performing like an expert. Most women he had the experience of being with lay completely still. But not Nora. She was not afraid to show the passion she was feeling as her hips moved with his. "John...I think...I think I'm about to cum," Nora cried out. "That's it, baby. Give it to me," he encouraged her. "I'll come with you." Together their hips began moving faster and faster as John's hard cock plunged within her wet cunt. Nora bit the pillow beneath her in an effort to calm her screams when she was ready to orgasm. "No, baby," John scolded her upon seeing what she was doing. "I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. These are thick walls and everyone's downstairs," he said with a laugh. "Be as loud as you want." Nora couldn't take it anymore. She threw her head back and a loud cry escaped her throat as she came. "Aaaah, gawwd! John, I love you." Furiously John pumped within her. He kissed her on several spots across her neck and whispered into her ear, "I love you too, Nora." Moments later, John spewed his semen into the womb of the beautiful brown woman in his arms. Together they collapsed further into the bed in the aftermath of their orgasm. John pulled out, turned Nora around to face him and then wrapped his arms around her. "That was wonderful," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Sex has never felt that good before...I can't even explain it in words. Was it good for you?" "Of course," Nora said with a smile. They lay together for several moments before Nora finally spoke in a quiet voice. "Where do we go from here?" "What do you mean?" John asked, stroking her curly hair. "I mean you and me in general. What's going to happen with us?" "Baby, nothings going to happen. We're both going to be here together...don't worry about a thing, ok?" He told her, giving her a smile of encouragement. "But what if you get tired of me. Or what if I become...um...pregnant?" "Nora," John answered, stroking her body gently. "Don't worry about a thing. I am not going to get tired of you. I've been with a lot of women in my life. But you sweetheart, you are special. I knew it from the moment I saw you walk into the saloon. I know I acted like a total ass then," he spoke with a grin across face. "But you've put up with me and my nonsense. I regret what happened our first time, but I won't ever scare you or hurt you again. As far as you getting pregnant...well, let's face it, it's bound to happen, don't you think?" "Yes," said Nora nervously. "Well, I'll take care of you both. I have lots of money and another mouth to feed won't be a problem. I'd never cast you or our baby away. I'll love you both. Do you trust me?" "Yes...yes, I do John," Nora answered with certainty in her voice. She smiled back at him. Finally she knew she had nothing to worry about and that John truly loved her and would take care of her always.