1 comments/ 45958 views/ 26 favorites A Humble Stable Boy By: qualitywheat This story is essentially an interracial one, between a high up Lady from the UK, and a young black stable hand, it develops in to love, and there is an added lesbian twist towards the end. ***** Lady Samantha Walker was against the four by two rails that formed the dividers of the four horse stable, her arms were outstretched, her wrists bound by leather straps, her booted feet were about three feet apart, they too were tied with leather straps, other than that, the Lady had no clothing on at all, she was stark naked. In front of her on his knees was Mathew, her nineteen year old stable manager. His hands were on her bare thighs and his face was buried deep into her yielding pussy, his long tongue was so far in her she thought she could feel it tickling the back of her belly button. Lady Samantha's head was lolling from side to side as he pursued her clit, and her collapse, her full downfall, and her surrender. He had thought he had got it yesterday, but today had gone differently than he had expected. Yesterday had been a surprise, not expected at all. It all started out innocently enough, her Ladyship had rung down had ordered him the night before to prepare Blaze for her to ride at 7pm, it was early but Mathew didn't mind. This was a chance to spend a little private time with his mistress; he would do anything for her, anything, including fucking her brains out if he ever got the chance. Yesterday that chance arrived for him big time, and he took it, and he took it with glee and total gusto. He ended up fucking her before she knew he was doing it, and when she did know, it was too late to stop him, he had ridden her on and off for nearly two hours, making her cum several times before giving up exhausted himself. The Lady had asked him to accompany her as the last time she had ridden Blaze, he had tried to throw her, so she was a little wary and felt she needed some support until she was sure of him again. Mathew had gladly gone along, they rose everywhere, up the hills along ridge, through gully's, stopping for a rest, let the horses drink, let them walk a little before she decided it was time to head back. He had watched her mount Blaze, the horse was a beauty, light brown, a white mane, a white tail, and a Blaze from between his ears to his nostrils, hence Blaze. But Her Ladyship outdid the horse in the beauty stakes by far, she was the most elegant and beautiful woman he had ever seen and he loved her, lusted for her and would do anything she asked of him. She was here on the Caribbean island retreat that her family had owned and passed down to her. She had her own money, she came from money, but despite her high end upbringing, she was a woman first and last. She had married well too. Her and her husband were regular visitors from London England. She often stayed behind when he had to go back in their private jet for political dealings, of which Mathew knew nothing and cared less. All he cared about was being near her. He was a Lord of something or other, so she was Lady of something, that's all he knew about her. He had just turned nineteen, he was 6ft tall, angular and rangy, but he was a powerful boy, and as good looking as any black boy on his native island. He was also popular with the girls, including some married women when their husbands were away at sea. His granddad used to warn him off, but never berated him, 'he's a boy after all,' he would think, 'let him sow his wild oats!' Lady Samantha was in her late twenty's he reckoned, possibly early thirties. She was so softly sensual, and utterly beautiful, long blond hair, deep smoky grey eyes, and lips he wanted to kiss all day long, and a body, of which he had glimpsed a few times when she went into the huge outdoor heated pool, was to die for. She was full breasted, narrow waisted, and the longest fabulous legs. And in her different bikinis he would have a hard on that was difficult to hide from her. Her ladyship of course knew the effect she had on him and indeed most men around her wherever she went. She wouldn't show off, but she did strike the occasional pose for naughtiness. Mathew would tell his granddad with which he lived, as his own parents were no more. He would tell him with bated breath what she had been wearing, what she had done, where and how, his granddad would laugh and tell him to 'go for it.' And then say, "when you get her Mathew, bring her to me, I'll show you how to handle her!" He would smile at the boy knowing he had a snowballs chance in hell of doing it. Lady Samantha was wearing her riding attire, long sleeved frilly blouse, buttoned all the way up, a red rose ribbon tied daintily around her neck that fluttered in the breeze, a long cotton skirt that buttoned all the way up, and riding boots that gleamed with Mathew's attention to them. He could even smell her when she had finished riding on Blaze's saddle, it smelled of her delicious aroma, sex! She cantered along, going through a long grass meadow on a slightly sloping hill side. She kicked her heels and Blaze took off, near the top of the slope Blaze skittered, it threw Samantha off, she landed heavily, and it stunned her, she lay there unconscious. Mathew jumped of his horse and raced to her. He checked her for possible broken bones; he knew how to do that because his uncle was a doctor on the island. He decided she was okay, just a little concussed; he would wait until she came round, and then get her back home. Then he saw her breasts pumping up and down, her nipples protruding under the thin blouse. Without thinking he stroked one, it seemed alive, it moved, he stroked it again, and he could see it growing, his next touch made it grow more, and the next one he felt the hardness of it. He gripped it lightly, she groaned, he let go quickly, then realised she was still out of it, he gripped it again, she groaned again, but he never let go this time. He nipped the other one and the same thing happened, now he slightly turned them, she moaned. Mathew knew arousal when he saw or heard it; he had been with a few women by now to know. Squeezing them her ladyship moved, moaned again, but never opened her eyes. Her lips had changed colour too, they were now a deep blood red, and an old flame had told him that when a woman's lips go deep red, she is up for a shagging. Mathew took the plunge, he swiftly undid her blouse, pushed her bra up and sucked her nipples, the moan from her Ladyship told him he was good to go. He sucked and nibbled each in turn. Samantha moved slowly from side to side but never tried to stop him, she was still slightly concussed. His hand snaked under her skirt, into her tiny panties, and he fingered a wet pussy. "Now or never Mathew, you'll end up in jail for this," he said to himself. But his now massively hard young black prick would allow him no conscience. Mathew knew it would be viewed as rape, but he yanked her dress up, pulled her panties off her, undid his jeans, threw them to one side and he was over her instantly. He found her entrance and sank into the slickest of silky depths he had ever known. He breathed a sigh of happiness, and began to fuck his mistress; he was in now, no going back. Mathew humped at her; not wanting her to wake and cause a scene, where they were on the hill no one would ever see them, unless they passed overhead in a helicopter. He raised himself up on his elbows, then started a long smooth, but powerful rhythm, soon he couldn't hold back. He blew a bucket load of hot steaming cum into the prone blond beauty under him. But Mathews prick stayed hard, he knew it would, it always did if he was enjoying a good screw, and this day was the most enjoyable he had ever had, so far. He was looking at the serenity of the woman below him, close up her features were even better, a flawless skin, the closed eyes, those lips. He kissed her quickly, they were soft and warm, he kissed her again, but for longer this time. He looked at her again, her eyes fluttered, he quickly locked lips, her mouth was slightly open, he dipped his tongue between them, then started screwing her once more. He went at a strong pace, but he was gentle, careful not to bang her, not yet anyway, he thought. Mathew heard a groan from within her, he lifted his mouth from hers, and she spoke, or muttered, "Oh, Hmmm, Oh what... Mmmmm." Then he felt arms encircle him, Mathew humped at her, picking up speed, and increased the power. He had just dumped a load in her, so he knew he could fuck for as long as he wanted to, within reason, considering whom he was fucking. The hands dug in, nails taking hold, feet falling over his legs. He almost jumped up and shouted, "She likes it, she loves it, she wants to be fucked!" Mathew now got on with the job in hand, he fucked his mistress like he hadn't fucked a woman before, 'if this is the first and last, then it's going to be s good one!' Were the words he said to himself in his happy head. He looked down at her once more and her smoky grey eyes were fixed on him, it stopped in his tracks, but only momentarily, he was on the out stroke. Lady Samantha said, "Mathew, what are you..." but his renewed inward thrust silenced any further words, even if she was going to tell him to keep going. He went after her now full blast, he fucked her manically, and solidly, Lady Samantha hung on with every thrusting shot, his cock working its magic had her moaning under him, "hmming, and Arggghing." He kissed her again, she turned her head away, he grabbed her hair, and forced her mouth back to his, he kissed her deeply, tonguing her violently. The Lady kissed him back; there would be no further protest or denials now. Maybe that would come later, but for now, she was his to fuck now, and she wasn't intending to try and stop the hair raising and fantastic screwing she was getting from her black boy servant. The cock in her was the best she could remember, it was long, it was hard, very hard, she could feel the stiff iron of it as it brushed aside her pussy walls with every thump. And on top of that she could also feel the magical thickness; it was the cock a man on a boy's torso. Lady Samantha Walker was having the best screw she had ever had, and though she had tried feebly to resist it, she was now fully a part of it, giving him back what she could, humping him where it was available, kissing him back when he kissed her. This was her first time black, it was all knew and it had added to her mountainous arousal, she came again and again. She had never once in her life considered a black man for a lover, not even for a one off, a one night stand, never. She had her reputation to protect, her standing; she had always maintained aloofness to those she saw as below her station, except for those in her employ. But today she was being used and screwed fabulously by her employee. And though she hated to admit it to herself, it was the best her mind could recall. The place they were, under the sun, in tall soft meadow grass, the boy above her in the ascendancy. It all made it surreal; she gave in completely to the moment, to Mathew. He not knowing this continued the demolition of his blond beautiful mistress. She was cumming with alarming regularity. Mathew hammered her with greater and greater power; his speed in and out was ferocious. Hips slapping hips, then came his moment of truth. He was going to cum, his pace dropped but got stronger, then he crushed her with one last mighty thrust and his brand newly created sperm hit her insides, scaldingly hot, super thick, and creamy as it slid up through and past her cervix and into her womb. He fell on her, he had done the best he could, he had given everything he had, nothing had been left behind, she had got it all. He kissed her softly, she returned the kiss languidly, then he slid off to lie at her side. Samantha was locked in her body, she knew she had just been given the best sex she could remember, but it had been her servant, her stable boy, and he was black! Suddenly she realised the enormity of what had happened, she couldn't deny the glory of it. But she had succumbed to a black boy. She still didn't know she had been unconscious when he had taken advantage of her, that she had been raped. All she knew was how fabulously dirty she was feeling, his cock had been the best, of that there was no doubt. But he was still a boy, and he was still black! In her position she should have rejected him out of hand, sacked him on the spot for being so forward and disrespectful. And possibly have the police involved too for good measure, to let others know that you did not mess with the great and the good. That the elites of this world had their place. "Mathew," she said quietly, but with complete authority, "no one must ever know of this, absolutely no one, do you hear me, do you understand. If this ever gets out I will see you in jail for a very long time!" Her eyes flashed, he got the message, Mathew understood perfectly, and reverently nodded his head. Her Lady ship sat there for a long time mulling over in her head what to do about him, whether to get rid of him or give him a second chance. She decided on the latter, it must have been her fault, she must have egged him on, but she couldn't remember doing it. Lost in her thoughts she hadn't even pulled her skirt down, she had pulled her blouse together to cover her breasts but that was all. Mathew's eyes took in her long legs, the smooth shape, the way they seemed to be carved from white marble, hip to toe. His prick rose under him, he was getting his third breath, he was hard in a flash of her thigh. The sight of her sat there in the grass was too inviting for him. He pounced on her, the surprise attack had her on her back in a moment, he was between her legs, and his prick found its mark with one hit. Lady Samantha had no time to cry out as she was torpedoed and sunk without trace; the waves of lust so recently ebbing away washed her overboard again. The black boy was skewering her like a kebab on a barbeque spike. She mewled helplessly as her stable hand set about her again. Irresistibly pounding into her still hot and humid spunk filled to the top pussy. Her legs went up and over him again, as he beat her with his young and strident black prick. The good lady had no answer; there was nothing to say about it, there was nothing to do about it. She was being wonderfully mastered by her boy lover, deep in the long grass, and under the warm sun. Mathew's ass was like a steam pump, up and down, up and down, and his now seemingly monumental black prick was the piston shaft that brought her oils to the surface, and also brought the glorious end to the day for her. Samantha came cum upon cum, she was burning inside from the slick friction of the shaft plumbing her depths, the wide mushroom headed pylon was filling and emptying her as is drilled her completely. She cried out in ecstatic joy as the largest climax she had ever had hit home. It was enormous, she was stricken with it, immobilised by it, it was pain on fabulous pain. She would never cum like this again, there can only be one time when an orgasm such as this comes a woman's way, and she was sure this was it. She held him tighter than she had ever held onto her husband, he hadn't ever got this far with her, no one had. Her cum rolled around her like thunder on a day of thunder, tornado's ripped through her. When the marbles in her head stopped spinning, and her sight returned to focus, she saw Mathew lying at her side facing her and smiling. He knew what he had done, or thought he did, he was certain he had given her the best ride she had ever had. And he decided that that would save his bacon, she would never report him now. Lady Samantha rose unsteadily to her feet, she didn't speak, she straightened her clothing and tried to mount Blaze, she couldn't, she didn't have the strength to get on. Mathew hurriedly helped her up, sitting astride now she set of at a walk, Mathew trailed behind her. He never spoke either thinking it was better now to be quiet. When they arrived back, she rode her horse straight into the stable and slid off. She stood with it until Mathew took the reins from her, she stepped away, he was too close. Clasping his hands together, he spoke softly, "My Lady, are you alright, please say you are." This softened her stance, "yes Mathew I'm fine, but like I said, not one word!" Then she strode off, but Mathew called after her. "You have nothing to fear from me maam, I swear." This made her feel better, and she walked into her home. "It really is a good job Rupert had to go back," she thought as she allowed herself to limp once she had closed the door behind her. "I am going to have to try and keep that boy at distance from now on," she decided. Later she had dinner on her veranda and a couple of glasses of wine. This helped her mind to relax and turn back to the events of the day, but try as she might she still couldn't remember how it had happened. How he had seduced her the way he had. Because she was sure she would not have seduced him, never. She even thought maybe he had drugged her, but that was out of the question, they had been riding for an hour before she ended up underneath him and being royally screwed. The memory of that was securely fastened in her mind, the mind numbing climaxes she had had, the body ripping earth shattering orgasms, and especially the last ones when he had jumped her, and given her the most memorable sex she could ever remember having. She felt her pussy tremble, it heated up, she closed her eyes as the memory gave her extended pleasure, her fingers sought her clit. It found it, and the good Lady returned to where she had been that day, underneath her fantastic black boy lover, and unknown to her, rapist. She had another shattering orgasm, her mind fixed on the black shaft that had emptied her mind and her body's nectar filled fuel tank. Evidence of that was on her cum filled soaking skirt. Lady Samantha took off all of her clothing and burned it in the wood burner, no evidence of today, she thought. But her mind as evidence was primed. She took a hot bath and retired, but she had recurring dreams of being attacked by coloured men, taken away, escaping but running in treacle so she couldn't get away. She woke several times sweating profusely. But she also found she was sexually excited by them. Samantha rose early, she had a light breakfast but her dreams were still vivid in her mind. She was sexually alive somehow, vitality raced through her. She was excited, she felt just so good, she needed exercise badly; she needed to set herself free. 'Ride Blaze again,' she thought. "Yes, that's what I need, the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and Blaze beneath me!" The Lady called Mathew and ordered him to prepare Blaze, "Am I to go with you again my Lady?" he asked. The answer was a firm no; she would go on her own. He was thoroughly discouraged; he had thought that they would ride again today, and that somehow she would let him know that she wanted to stop somewhere, maybe in the long soft grass again. He prepared the horse, and off the Lady went in her new riding attire, the same as yesterday but different in colour. He was morose, maybe it was just a one off and he would be well advised to forget it. He waited and waited for her to return. Samantha was having the time of her life aboard the powerful steed between her legs. Yet all the while her arousal was growing, she could feel it, she revelled in it. The Lady slowed to a walk, and she just couldn't resist the urge to stand in her stirrups and allow the horn of her saddle to rub her wanton pussy, lots of little satisfying climaxes frittered through her mind and body. On her return Mathew was stood waiting for her, she leaped off with great aplomb. But her arousal had brought the memory of what Mathew had done to her the day before firmly to the fore of her mind. She smiled at him, pleased he was there to take charge of Blaze, he brushed him, watered him, and walked him. All the while she observed him. A Humble Stable Boy Mathew was well aware she was watching him, he was thinking that maybe she was possibly sending him a 'come on' message. Samantha was building her own wall that she was about to fall from. She was thinking of him from a sexual point of view, but not knowingly. Mathew walked Blaze into the stable, and put him into his bay, at the other side Samantha was leaning over the rails and watched him. Now Mathew was certain that she was sending him an unsaid message. He thought briefly and quickly, he knew she had had a lot from yesterday, which he had satisfied her, although she had been aghast at what happened. She had slept on it, and maybe she had decided that it hadn't been too bad, and that maybe, just maybe, she might be 'up for it again.' He walked out of the bay, went to her, she looked at him as if he had two heads, then he pushed her up against the rails and kissed her. Lady Samantha was stunned and just stood there; he kissed her again and felt for her breasts, he squeezed them and then her nipples. The Lady gasped at this effrontery, his utter cheek, she pushed him back, saying. "How dare you, don't you ever touch me like that again!" He noted that she hadn't threatened him with anything, just, 'don't ever touch me like that again.' And she hadn't rushed off like someone trying to resist something would. His eye caught the leather bridle over the top rail, he moved up against her catching her lips with his. And without thinking what he was doing, he grabbed it, lifted her left arm and wrapped it around her wrist. She yelled at him, Mathew picked up another one and did the same to her right wrist, then he moved in proper. She was about to scream out when his mouth covered hers, he felt for and found her nipples, he squeezed them and pulled. Lady Samantha's knees buckled. Then he bit her neck, finding the bit between neck and shoulder, it stifled her protests. Samantha had never had bondage before, never tried it, never even thought about it, but being restrained like this, and being necked like this, brought about her utter submission to it. It had the effect of arousing her entire body; she was furnace hot in a moment. Mathew himself had never done it, it wasn't bondage to him, it was just a way of keeping her hands from him while he fucked her again. He ripped open her blouse, not from bravado or bravery, he just wanted to get at her superb nipples and suck on them once more. It came away in tatters; her bra went the same way. She cried out in sublime arousal at being treated like this, she was a Lady; things like this don't happen to a Lady, she should be treated with the utmost respect. Yet her body told her it was what it wanted and what she needed, and it was happening with her black stable boy, and also with her body's consent. Mathew had control now; he sensed her willingness to submit to this. He crushed her nipples to test her. Samantha's head dropped, "Ooooh, oh Mathew please," he squeezed again, "hmmm, you mustn't," more squeezes, "oh Mathew you shouldn't, oh please Mathew!" He attacked her neck feverishly, both sides were bitten and sucked on, he kissed her lips. Then he undid the skirt at the top, feeling his way down it undoing the buttons as he went. All the while he was eating her neck and lips. It dropped away to the floor where he kicked it to one side, then hooking his thumbs into her panties he ripped them right off her. Now apart from her riding boots she was naked, he fingered her pussy which brought a downpour of slush from her weeping pussy. Grabbing two more bridles he tied her feet apart, he slapped her thighs which brought submissive tears from her. But he never stood up; he was looking at the most glorious sight he had ever seen in his young life, a glass smooth soft shaven pink pussy. He immediately went for it, his tongue travelled as far up as he could get it, and his mouth clamped over it. Samantha orgasmed long and hard, she was at his utter mercy and she loved it. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this, let alone even think about it. Now here she was The Lady Samantha Catherine Walker being completely debased by her young black stable hand, and the Lady Samantha Catherine would not have traded places for a King's ransom! She was hanging by her wrists; her knees no longer able to support her weight, Mathew reached up and tortured her nipples, whilst he ravaged her pussy with his mouth and tongue to heaven and hell. Her sweet nectar flowed from her directly into his mouth. Mathew swallowed it all; 'drinking from the glass slipper?' he told himself, as he drove her nearly insane with lust and desire. But he knew he had to get his prick into her soon, very soon. Leaving her fluttering vagina Mathew stood, threw his clothes off, and pushed his knees between hers. Lady Samantha was staring wildly at his black cock; this was the first real view she had had of it. It filled her with fear and excitement. It was stood out from him, long thick and hard, it seemed as if it was peering up at her. It eyed her as if to say, 'you know where I'm going don't you, and you can't stop me!' She wiggled her ass as if trying to steer it away from her. Mathew bent his knees, got under her and stood, his prick went straight in, Samantha cried out at the sudden fearsome intrusion. "No Mathew no, Oh my God Argggh, hmmmm, Mathew please... Urggggh!" He was embedded tight into her; he was almost lifting her off her feet. Her knees lifted as far as the bonds around her ankles allowed her to. Mathew forced himself up into her, and Lady Samantha knew there was no more to be done but accept the crushing upward pressure. He suddenly lowered her, then hoisted her up once more, he continued in this fashion until Samantha broke. She was literally hanging off his superb black weapon. The orgasm that hit her was murderous, shockingly severe, and all consuming. She had nothing to combat it with; she couldn't get hold of anything to take her mind away from the black prick that was cleaving her in two. Mathew wrapped his arms around her, now instead of forcing her up and down with his prick, it was extremely tiring, he used his arms to drive her up and down. Her head flopped on to his shoulder as he did so, and soon her climaxes enveloped her. It was joy, immense satisfaction, and complete contentment that surrounded her in a fog of desire and submission to it. Mathew was going to cum, he couldn't hold put any longer, her crashed up into her, his legs rigid, his toes digging into the dirt for purchase, and the hot cum pumped out and into his beautiful mistress, whom he had now crucified on the altar of his black prick. His teeth sank into her upper chest; he sucked and bit for several seconds not seeing the enormous hickey he left behind. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was as if dead, hanging there as he sank away, her head hanging down along with her. There was no movement; she had fallen into herself under the onslaught of her climaxes. Her whole body was in limbo, her whole being was in a state of flux, cum was dripping from her, and her own juices were sliding down her legs to her feet. " Mathew quickly untied her and laid her on a bed of straw to recover, he himself was shattered, that had been the best ever, no comparison at all. He studied her, got dressed and left her to do her own thing. He stood outside nearby pretending to do small jobs whilst she appeared. The Lady did so ten minutes later looking somewhat dishevelled, but under control. She glanced at him as she passed by, he saw the quick look. And that gave him the courage to say what he was thinking about. He was surer of his ground now, he still wasn't fully sure, but he was surer than yesterday, but he was surer than an hour ago. "I will have finished my chores by 9pm, maam," letting her know she was still his mistress, his next words would be the great step forward, or the slamming of the door. "Shall I call on you, maybe at around 10pm to make sure you are alright?" He saw her stiffen, but no word came from her, she marched away and into the house, the door slammed behind her. Mathew thought a lot about that for the rest of the day, he came to the conclusion that, 'at least she didn't say no, did she?' This gave him a shred of hope. He finished all his tasks by 7pm, and went to shower and change. This time, 'if you get to see her, that is Mathew,' he told himself in the mirror, 'get her to see the real you, all dressed up and smart, you'll have a chance?' He had his supper, and said hello to his granddad. He would tell him everything tomorrow if tonight worked out, if not, nothing would be lost. What he didn't know was, his granddad knew what he was up to, he had heard a small commotion in the afternoon, and had been fortunate enough to witness his grandson fucking his mistress insanely in the stable before slipping away. Mathew reached the rear door, the one his ladyship had used and knocked, there was no answer, he knocked more times, not too hard, but still no answer. He wondered what he should do, his hand was on the knob, he twisted it and the door opened, she hadn't locked it! H ad that been intentional or just forgetfulness. After a lot of thought he decided it was intentional, why? Because she had been warned about leaving doors unlocked at night many times. He locked the door behind him and walked the ground floor, she was nowhere to be seen, the place was in darkness. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped, 'once you go up there my boy,' he told himself, 'there will be no way out of anything if she raises an alarm, you'll be in jail for years.' Upstairs Lady Samantha was waiting, all the rest of the day she had argued with herself about him, what he had done, how he had done it. And she knew it was the most exciting times of her life, utterly. As the day had worn on, her libido had grown, and now she was in a state of arousal, she was hoping he wouldn't dare breech her home. That he would want to but dare not, she wanted his cock again, she wanted him to take her in her own bed. He had taken her on the grassy knoll; he had taken her in her stable and literally raped her to a point of insanity. Now she could not deny that she wanted him to take her anyway he wanted to. But she would give him no help; she could not be seen to be succumbing to him, to it, not again. She listened intently, it was ten minutes past ten, she thought she heard a board creek on the stirs, her insides jangled with sexual nerves. She grasped the top of the thin negligee that her husband had bought her. She was a nervous wreck, filled with apprehension and sexy feelings. Her hair was down; she had tried it on one side, then the other, before settling on it shrouding her beautiful angelic face. Her nipples were active, she could feel the tension in them, her pussy was wet, her whole body was alive tingling. Mathew was outside of her bedroom, he knew which was hers because he had seen her shadow in the windows before. He placed his hand on the door knob, Lady Samantha saw it move, her heart stopped, "He's here, he's here!" she screamed in her head, she looked around her as if seeking an escape route, but she knew there wasn't one. She shrank back further on to her bed. Mathew's senses told him she was there and watching the door, he himself was in mortal dread of his actions. They were both unknowingly suffering from the same dilemma, his was his rock hard prick, and the fear of going in, and as he tried to turn away his prick, already solid with the blood flow, controlled his movements, it turned him back and forced him to the door. He stood facing it like a zombie, filled with fear, but lust was the greater factor, he had to follow it. Her Ladyship's dilemma was, she couldn't rid her mind either of Mathew's thick dark prick, the memory of what it could do, knowing full well what it had done to her three times now. The time that had elapsed between him doing what he had done to her in the barn, had frothed her mind, the feel of it opening her up like it had was still brand new fresh in her mind, she wanted it so much once more. Mathew found himself at the door, his hand turned the knob, he never ordered it to do so, and he slowly opened it, if she screamed out he would still be able to flee, and maybe not be seen by her. He took a deep breath, no sound from within, it made him open it wide and step in. He acted nonchalantly, but was shaking inside. "Good evening maam, I've come to check on you," he told her, as he closed the gap between them. "Just like I promised you that I would." Lady Samantha was in a wide awake coma, she knew he was there, but didn't see him; she listened to his words, but never heard them, she was staring at him, but wasn't seeing him. All Samantha's eyes saw was his thick black snake looking at her, even though it was safely tucked away, she could see it clearly. Menacing her before it struck at her again with the speed of a King Cobra. He stared at her utter beauty, if he were to ever meet another woman as beautiful as her Ladyship, then she would be a reincarnation, he thought. Mathew reached her and sat at her side, put his left arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then her lips. She kissed him back but wasn't aware she was doing so. His right arm went around her waist, his forearm tucked under her breasts, she felt the connection. He slowly and gently laid her backwards, and she went easily, he kept kissing her, she responded each time. Then moving his right arm stealthily he gripped a nipple through the flimsy garb she had on. Samantha drew in a huge gasp of breath. This brought her out of her reverie, she clasped him to her, "Oh Mathew, I shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be here, we mustn't do this, its wrong Mathew, it's so wrong!" she told him without any hint at all of conviction. He twisted her nipple, her hold on him tightened, "she doesn't mean it Mathew," the voice in his head told him. "Go for it Mathew, go for it!" He did, he swept the nipple tight into his fingers and locked them, then he locked his lips to hers, her eyes stayed open, she was staring right through him into space. He stared back into the smoky grey eyes and almost shot his load right there, "down boy down!" he told it. Lady Samantha seemed to have seen him for the first time, really seen him, the young boy, her black stable hand, his tender years. But it had been the first sight of his black skin on hers white unblemished one during the day that had captivated her, forced her submission to his ways this night. She had tried so very hard to push it out of her mind. But the sheer contrast, the sheer blackness of him, his dominating demeanour without being dominant. And, "his cock oh his cock!" she had thought. It was all she could think of in this instant. How it had felt in her, what it had done to her, how it and he, had taken her completely. It demoralised her, covered her in a blanket of desire for the one thing that had given her complete and utter satisfaction for the first time in many a long year. It took her to places hitherto unknown, she needed and wanted more, this is what she couldn't deny to herself any longer. She lay there while he took her under again, simply by using her nipples against her better, but foggy and clouded judgement. Mathew hooked his hand into the top of the sexy flimsy negligee then he just ripped it away, tore it right from her. The thong she was wearing snapped and sailed away too. Mathew felt so much excitement, he knew he was at liberty now to do what he wanted, and he intended to do everything he could to her tonight, and tomorrow, no part of her would be left unentered. Lady Samantha was about to be taken again, Mathew was like a black cloud settling over her, denying her the sight to see where she was heading, her new and dark guiding light was soon to enter her, and show her the way. And this time there would be no sanctuary, no denying it ever again. She may try and reason with herself, tell herself that this was wrong, that she shouldn't allow it again. But that would be as far as she got, just trying to tell herself, she would never get anywhere near stopping it. He was on her and in her in a second, his prick finding the home it looked for, her most inner secrets, she yielded to the pressure immediately, her legs shot high and wide, her arms grabbed him and he was fastened to her as if super glued. Mathew's ass went into top gear and the good Lady was being hammered once more by her black servant. Her stable boy, who was now her stud and the stud, was having its way with its mare. Mathew knew he mustn't cum too soon, he felt somehow that this was the pivotal moment, the longer he lasted the more she would want. It was the built in evolutionary primeval need of an alpha male, to rut the female, the bitch in heat. Though he didn't know that he was the alpha male to her yet. The good Lady felt it though, she knew that this was the male she had waited for to take the place of, and in fact, replace her long gone husband. She had tried to be a good wife to her new husband, already, even before Mathew, she knew that she had made a mistake, but in her circles it wasn't the done thing to marry and rebuff it so soon afterwards. The thing to do, with agreement from her husband, was to put on a brave face, do all the married couple things so as not to harm his career or diminish her own standing. But it was a line to cross when she felt more sure of herself, and a lot braver. It was to lead different lives until it was necessary to show the public their happy faces. Lady Samantha gave in so utterly that her body relaxed for the first time in many many years, she accepted Mathew now, "he can do what he wants and I want him to," she said to herself. She came out of her made stupor and took part in what was happening, this time she gave back as much as her wakening mind, soul and body would permit. Mathews prick was where it belonged, she rejoiced in the sensations his young black cock was creating in her, the spasms from each whacking thrust, her breath whooshing out. Her lungs were on fire; her pussy was ablaze with the sheer lustful fucking she was now so enjoying. She forced his eyes to hers, she smiled a smile of sublime happiness, Mathew shot his load into her, and Lady Samantha Catherine walker rocketed over the wall of lust, to land on the rocks of a total, earth shatteringly, body breaking climax. She lay there under her young black amour, breathless, winded, and feeling so divinely relaxed, satisfied, and happy once more. She held herself close to him; she nuzzled her face into his chest. She breathed in his exotic and erotic aroma, it befuddled her mind, it was a smell that would never leave her, no matter where her life led her in the future. Samantha gained a little ascendancy; she rolled him on to his side, her legs and arms around him still. She pressed her lips to his, and spoke through the barely touching kiss. "Mathew, we have to discuss things, do you understand me?" she asked him softly. He nodded his head, but didn't speak, she was grateful. She needed to tell him how things were, how things had to be for her, for him, and any future connections between them. "You know I'm married, and I don't have what you would call a conventional marriage. My husband is a high thought of person in the UK, he is a Lord, I am a Lady, we have position, respect, status and we have to uphold that." Mathew did nothing but look at her, he wasn't sure where she was going, but he resolutely decided to listen to her. "What has happened with you and I, well, I think we both know it shouldn't have happened, don't we?" More blank looks from Mathew ensued. "But," she said somewhat resolutely, "it has, and I have to admit Mathew that I like it, it is something so unexpected, so unusual. You are only what, nineteen? You are a native Caribbean, and on top of that, you are black. "And to be honest," she continued, "without being racist because I'm not, and being here with you should make you realise that. But people like me don't do things like this, with people like you. It's just not the done thing." A Humble Stable Boy Samantha lay there looking at him, he stared back into her mesmeric eyes, he stayed silent. She waited for him to say something, then because she was inpatient, she did the one thing that turned her argument on its head. She got hold of his cock and tugged it, waggled it and squeezed, the playful smile on her lips told him all he wanted to know. Now it was his turn, and he surprised her by saying. "You are right maam, I agree with everything you say." "But," he said, "you can't let go now can you, my black penis holds you, my black skin covers you. And maam, without being rude or crude, no one has ever fucked you, or made love to you the way I have, or can and will from now on, am I right?" His use of the profanity shocked her, if she had been stood, it would have rocked her back on her heels. But it also got to the centre of her being. No one in her life had ever used such a word to her. She of course knew exactly what it meant, and what he had meant by using it, and it made her squidgy inside. It made her hot to think that this young black man was telling her he could, would and had, fucked her, and fucked her better than anyone ever had. "And," she reminded herself, he had also finished off by saying, "I have, I can and I will from now on!" "Mathew, this must stay between us, I can't have it being made public, it will spoil things, not only for you, because it would make it impossible for me to keep you here, and you'd lose me, wanted or not, you do see that don't you, Hmmm?" Mathew knew that exactly now, he would do what she wanted, but he would share her bed every night from now on when her husband wasn't here. He would also benefit from her wealth of which he was certain. He would get her to give him money, bestow gifts on him. He would become relatively rich on this island through her. He also had his granddad to consider. Mathew made a move, he was sure enough about women that being screwed wasn't the be all and end all for them, they wanted and craved love, they also unequivocally needed to show and give love. He put his hand behind her head and gently pulled it forward and down, his prick was rising to the occasion. He wanted a blow job, but he wanted her to want to do it. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was about to blow her first black cock! Her eyes passed his, she knew what he wanted her to do, and the good Lady now felt obligated to do it, he had given her so much satisfaction over the last two days, she just could not refuse. She looked at the big bulbous purple head, the long thick black shaft, the crinkly hairy guards around the base, and she saw it draw closer. Wanting to or not, she was getting closer, Mathew's hand was no longer on the back of her head. And she watched in fascinated amazement as her mouth, or was it his prick as the distance between them closed. Lady Samantha's lips touched it, then they opened, her pink little tongue poked out and licked it. The very tip of her pointed tongue hit the tiny pee hole. She heard her tongue say 'hello you, I'm here okay?' She didn't even feel herself move, nor Mathew, but her mouth widened as she sank it over it, and to her, mammoth black prick. It seemed to entice her, drawing her to it like a moth to a flame, she had to feel it, engulf it, swallow it whole if she could. The brush of the soft velvet head as it hit her tonsils made her more active. She drove down on it, forcing it into her throat, Samantha had never done this, never even contemplated this, but now she was determined to get all of him into her neck. She gagged and withdrew, but plunged once more on to it, the wide mushroom opened her up, once more she pulled back, took two huge breaths, one to recharge herself, the other to attempt the completion of her task. The second deep breath filled her lungs, and she bent back to the task in hand, (or mouth?) Mathew was enthralled, he could feel the tightening of her neck muscles clamping around him. Samantha was becoming a woman possessed, so determined was she, that she would not give in or give up. Not until he delivered what she wanted, a lorry load of hot steaming cum, jet washed right down in to her stomach! Mathew was completely under her spell, watching, and having this wonder of a woman, his mistress, her husband far away, service him like this was more than he could have ever dreamed of. The feel of her silky mouth sliding on him, the nut that was the head of his cock finding its way further into her, was more than he could stand. Seeing her soft blond hair travel his stomach, her soft warm, yet cool hands holding his balls and urging him to cum was unbelievable. It was unbelievable to the point where he felt his balls swell, his prick harden if that was possible. His hands gripped her head as if ordered to, and they worked with her as she dropped down, lifted up, dropped down, and lifted up. He knew she knew what was happening, where he was going and what the end result was going to be, and very soon. It was when she rammed a finger into his ass that the last rejection of her throat gave way and he was all in. His hairs tickled her nose; she was now unable to breathe. The billiard ball cock head was jammed down her throat, and she wasn't letting go until he did. Samantha worked her throat muscles as much as she could to make him cum. Then Mathew came so hard it slammed right down her, burning where it touched, flooding where it collected. She refused to move, holding his hips as he jerked around, his cum slamming down her throat into her belly, the taste was none existent, but she knew instinctively that the taste would never leave her in her own life time. Mathew had never experienced anything like it before, the two or three blow jobs he had had didn't come anywhere close to this, and never would again. Samantha was undergoing the same experience. She had never deep throated before either, she had tried many times, with smaller cocks than this, but it had always been impossible. But now she had the biggest cock she had ever had, and it was all the way down. And the good Lady knew she would again, cum had never been super heated like this, and as forceful. The head pulsed as it jet washed down her, and she was already looking forward to doing it, and him again, very soon. Even though her throat felt as if it had split and burst. When she knew there was no more cum left she yanked her mouth away and sucked in huge breaths of life giving oxygen. She fell back exhausted and gasping, her mouth felt thick, her throat still working, her belly felt the deposits of his thick cum, and then the taste came back up, she had an orgasm knowing what was happening to her. She rolled to him and nestled in, Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was now the most contented woman on the planet. Her hand slid down to capture his saliva dripping prick, bent her head and kissed it before coming back up and into her boy servant's arms. Her mind went into overdrive, "Rupert," her husband, "will be back the day after tomorrow," she thought, "we go back five days later, so I'll have to get Blaze out everyday won't I?" she thought gleefully, and naughtily, imagining her and Mathew in the long grass again. Then Lady Sam had another thought, "Hmmmm, but we won't be back for three months, that will be no good," she said in her lovely head, as she fondled her stable boy's wonderful cock. "I'll have to fit a trip in between for good measure, but I won't tell Mathew, it will be a nice surprise for him when he sees me arrive." This made her happy, and she ran dates and times through her head, she half settled on them, but would go through their diary before firming them up. It was now almost midnight, Mathew wasn't particularly tired, he knew he would be ready to go again in half an hour or so. But he didn't know how his mistress would feel, he intended to spend the night with her, but didn't want to rock the boat by trying to make decisions for her. She was on her side, her blond head resting on his black shoulder. Mathew couldn't see her eyes, but they were taking him in, amazing herself at his tight black skin, his taut young body, the abs on his flat stomach moving likes waves on the ocean when he breathed. His legs, strong and firm, powerful thigh muscles, calf's beginning to fill out to man size. Her eyes came to his chest, or what she could see of it, she slipped her head backwards giving her a better view. And she was glad she had, it was, even though he was still filling out, broad and flat, "he will be a beast of a man in about two or three years," she admitted satisfactorily, then she fell asleep, her breathing became regular. He lay there content in a way that he was here with her in her bed, the bed she shared with her husband. And he also knew that no matter what kind of a man he was, he wasn't man enough, not now! When she opened her eyes, light was beginning to stream through the windows, so she knew it was about five am. She was still how she was when she drifted off, laid on his shoulder, his cock partly in her hand. She moved it upwards and stroked his chest. Her heart swelled, she would never fall in love with him, he was too different, and too young, but she would always love him for what he had given her back. He had given her what her heart had unknowingly craved for, a strong man, one who didn't try to take advantages, or take liberty's, her husband was a little like that. But now she knew that if she had Mathew, then she could make something of her life. Her nails lightly raked his chest, it brought Mathew out of his slumber, his cock took off, the half an hour had been five full ones! He found and squeezed a nipple, it hardened, she squeezed his cock, which too hardened. They moved against each other, lovemaking began, this time there was no rush, but both were anxious for his cock to be where it mattered most to the both of them, deep in her blond pussy. The young black maestro waggled his fingers like an orchestra conductor waving baton. And the baton was his now full, thick and hard cock. Lady Samantha was being brought to a crashing finale, where the only encore was to be summararily fucked. "I want to do you on your knees maam?" it was a reverent request, but Samantha knew it for what it was, an indirect order, she obeyed complicity. She jumped into place, Mathew got behind her and thrust in, it took her breath away, as it always seemed to. Her head went down, she was in the most submissive position she could be. She was there to be banged, and Mathew banged her hard. He held her hips, and rocketed his prick in and out, his loins slapping against hers. Lady Samantha wilted before the onslaught, never in her adult life could she ever have known about this, even her sadly deceased husband hadn't been as good as her black stable boy. But she had no inkling of what was about to happen next, Mathew waited until he thought he had her subdued, submitted, ready but unable to deflect or stop her complete demise. He was confident enough now to try it, and was reasonably certain success would be his. He had one eye on her, and one eye on her ass, particularly her little brown puckered hole. He had to hit the bulls eye first time, a near miss wouldn't do. His uncle's forty four year old wife had told him, and taught him that 90% of women will try it at least once. And that 75% would want it again. His aim was the 90% first time, and see what her thoughts were later. He was slick enough, her love juices had coated him, he rubbed some on her ass hole and fingered it a little, she had squirmed and moaned. This made him feel fairly good about what he was going to do. "Now Mathew, now or never, do or die, but you've got to go for it!" His own words rang in his ears. He pulled out and shoved his thick black prick right into his beautiful blond mistress's tight round cheeked ass. He held her hips so tight his nails dug deep, he wasn't about to let her slip away. Lady Samantha screamed, her legs kicked out, her arms shot forward, but Mathew held her and he wasn't letting go. He forced her flat down, and used his weight to keep her there. His legs were now outside of hers, his arms under her shoulders, his face buried into her neck. She was utterly trapped, she tried to lift herself and couldn't. Meanwhile Mathew initiated his first outward stroke, giving her some relief, and allowing her to think he was getting off. She was of course, wrong, and once more he drove in, and once more she screamed. She couldn't find her voice, so there was chance of ordering him off, she could only lay there and gabble incoherently. Mathew slowed the pace and settled into long methodical strokes, just as his Aunty Edwina had taught him. He controlled her, try as she might, Samantha knew she couldn't move, he had her and that was that. What Mathew was doing was forcing her to accept it, "most women will Mathew," Aunty Edwina had told him after experiencing him up her own ass for the first time of many. "But love her too, don't just ravage her ass, get her nipples, finger her pussy too." He remembered her saying that, and he had done as told. "Oh Mathew that is so good baby, ooooh!" then he had made her cum. Now Mathew went after his mistress too, he pushed his hands under her, got her bullet nipples and crushed them; he bit and kissed her neck. Lady Samantha gave out her first moan of the day. Then he fingered her clit, she had a small climax, Mathew felt her have it, it spurred him on. Soon he was striking at her ass, sliding in and out. It was a while before he realised that his mistress was spread eagled. His legs were now inside of hers, and she had done it by herself, she had given in and was accepting it. It made Mathew cum, he let her know by increasing his pace, and also increasing his grip on her. Lady Samantha moaned and groaned, she felt the lumpy steel bar in her ass harden even further, and it made her cringe with fear because there was nothing she could do to stop him cumming. She was about to take his cum deep in her battered bowels. The swell of his prick, followed by hot steaming cum being driven into her defenceless ass, made her cum too. She felt her body fold into tiny pieces; her entire being was in bits. Never never never could she have known about this, her first husband had never gone there, and she already knew her second never would, but Mathew, "oh Mathew, what have you done to me now, hmmm?" she thought lamely, as she lay there as defeated and cowed, as she never had been. Mathew waited a while before pulling out his limp cock, it fell from her, it was covered in thick brown slime, he didn't like it. He waited longer until his mistress began to move, he hurried to the bathroom where he washed himself off, had a rapid shower, dried and went back. Lady Samantha was just successfully turning on to her back as he rejoined her. He immediately loved her, petted her, stroked her and told her of his reverence, how he would never betray her, or even hint at such an unthinkable deed. These were the words the beaten and now completely battered woman wanted to hear, it was music to her ears. Her ass was sore, her throat was sore, and her pussy was sore. She was in pain all over from his complete takeover of her body. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was in awe of him, in dire pain, and she loved every stab she received from her regions when she even thought of moving, let alone actually doing it. She lay there motionless, but managed to say, "Please Mathew, leave me for a while, I need to be alone for a time, please go, I will call you when I need you." She told him. He looked at her, this wasn't what he had wanted, but he knew enough not to go against her. "Do you promise maam?" he asked with the right kind of downcast eyes. She smiled; she could see the worry on his handsome young black face. "I promise Mathew, and don't go too far okay?" This made him happy, he kissed her, she kissed him back, his ground was still firm. He left quickly, pausing at the door for one last look before disappearing. He skipped down the stairs and hurried home, he had to tell granddad! And Hank his grandfather sat and listened to him totally amazed, shocked and stunned, he almost didn't believe him, but he knew Mathew would never lie to him about anything, especially something like this. He congratulated him, telling him to, "keep it up!" meaning of course his prick. Two hours later a morose Mathew was waiting for the call from her, he was worried and wanted to go back to see her, his granddad, being an old hand made him wait. Then it rang, his face turned to joy. "Her Ladyship wants me back," he mouthed to him. "Is everything alright maam?" he asked, then his face split nearly in half in the widest grin. "I'll be right there maam, five minutes," he said. He closed his phone and leapt into the air, "she wants me granddad, she needs me, she just told me she needs me whoopeeeeee!" he yelled. He raced off leaving his granddad laughing but wishing he could go with him. "Ah well," he said to himself, "maybe later?" He laughed and lived the dream in his rocking chair on his small wooden veranda. Mathew raced back; he flew like superman on his way to a global rescue. At the door he steadied himself, he wanted her to know that he was there for her, but that he was cool calm and collected about it. Lady Samantha met him at the door, it surprised him, he stepped inside and made a grab for her. Her hand met his chest and kept him at bay, 'but for how long?' she wondered. "Whoa there boy, whoa!" she called, and laughed happily. "Mathew," she told him, "we have to slow down, I am unbelievably sore and not in some little pain either." She exaggerated it by limping away from him towards the kitchen. He followed her concerned if he had really hurt her; his Aunty had loved it when he had banged her in the ass. He had hoped the Lady would too, unknown to Mathew she had loved it once the initial pain had subsided. Samantha had had such enormous life breaking orgasms from him, ones she had no ideas were to be had. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker turned to him and held out her arms, he went willingly into them, and the embrace, followed by deep long kissing, and bone crushing hugs from one to the other, told him he was never going to be turned away from her, not unless anything went badly wrong. "Mathew, my husband returns tomorrow, in the early evening, you must then go back to being my stable boy, do you understand?" This was whispered lovingly into his ear. Mathew assured her that he did, he wouldn't put a foot out of place, that she had his number, she could call or text him at any time, day or night, with how, when and where to meet if she so desired. "Well Mathew, then I will want Blaze ready for and early morning gallop the morning after my husband returns, can you do that?" and she kissed him. He beamed, he knew what that meant, "Yes maam, I, we will be ready at 7am for you. Shall I plan a route, or do you want to decide?" "I'll leave it up to you Mathew," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm sure that where ever we go we will enjoy ourselves won't we?" "I can guarantee it maam; you just leave things with me." "Are you hungry Mathew, you must be starved, I know I am, I'll make a meal for us, then we can talk." Samantha loved horse betting, and she would put money on, that the talk would end up with her under him, and her secured with his black tool bar. She was of course right, but she got nailed during lunch across her table, this too was a first for her. It seemed that the most unusual thing she would ever do in her life, would be to beg him not to do her in her bum again. "I'm too sore Mathew please don't." But she also knew that if he decided to, then her Ladyship would have no say in the matter. She was actually getting used to doing what he wanted, he never seemed to ask, she just did what he silently told her. A Humble Stable Boy She smiled as she pictured herself across her table, feet swinging off the floor, Mathew behind her pounding her pussy, her, hanging on to the far edge of it while he screwed her brains out. Moaning and cumming, him grunting and thumping, then it happened again, she felt that change in his prick, the hardening, it made her cum knowing that he was going to. He filled her once more, Samantha nearly fainted from the effects of cock, cum, and orgasms. After she dragged herself upright, she looked at him in a new light, "this isn't a boy," she thought, "he is a machine!" The thing that her Ladyship couldn't get her head around was the fact that he was so nice, so respectful and considerate. "He should be in London mixing with the kind of people I know, he could show them what true respect is! Not the put on, the pretence that I have to suffer!" That she was so utterly used to, and so utterly offended by. He was also very aware of his upbringing, he knew his place, his ancestry had been in slavery, but times had changed. He also knew that if opportunity presented itself, he would be first in the queue, and being here with her Ladyship he had no intention of blowing it. He would work his passage, his granddad, his uncles, and his family had taught him the worth of humility, but also the worth of himself, and Lady Samantha was beginning to see his worth! Mathew was beginning to realise that what he had in her Ladyship was more valuable than money, jewels, and gold, what she had was hierarchy! And he could use it for him and all his close family. He escorted his mistress to a couch where she flopped down, and in minutes she was deep in slumber, he hurriedly went in search, looking for anything that could be of use. He wasn't out to blackmail her; he was looking for future reference. And he found them in the drawer at the side of her bed; they were her birth control pills! He thought, "why should she be on them, she is married into money, lots of it. She mustn't want to be made pregnant by her husband." And, he decided, "if I am making love to her, she won't want to do it with him?" he hoped. He took some; he would ask his granddad if he could find a substitute. The evening he told his granddad everything, nothing was omitted, and he finished by saying to him. "Granddad," he said, "if I can make her pregnant with my baby, a black baby, then, if things go my way, you, me, and all of us will have a life of luxury. I'm sure granddad that she loves me, I'm absolutely certain of it. She might not know it yet, but I'm sure she does!" His granddad thought long and hard about this turn of events, and he decided that Mathew had a really plausible case. He made some calls, and the following day he had three months' supply of sugar pills, exactly like the birth control pills her Ladyship used. That same day Mathew made the swap, only time would tell whether she took them with her or had a supply back home. His grandads next thought was. "Well Hank, maybe even I can have a crack at her when things settle down?" Even at his age his prick jumped in his pants, he hadn't had a good looking woman for many years, and Lady Samantha Catherine Walker more than filled this bill! The following day his Lordship arrived, there was a kind of gala dinner with the local dignitaries, who actually meant nothing to no one. Mathew never saw his mistress that night and he was sad and lonely, he was in love. But he knew that it was, and only could be a one way thing for now. He was up with the larks the following morning, he nearly wet his pants waiting for her, she was late by ten minutes, he was agitated and annoyed, until he saw her striding toward him. "Hi Mathew," she called to him, "where are we going today, somewhere nice I hope?" she said as she climbed up on Blaze. His demeanour changed immediately. "Yes maam, I have just the place for you, and it's not too far away either!" She told him she liked that idea, and set off at a fast gallop. Ten minutes later Mathew called a halt. They were in a glade, the morning sun filtered through the trees. The Lady dismounted and Mathew was on her, unbridled lust ensued from them both. Lady Samantha couldn't get close enough to him, she felt him everywhere, and when her hand met his already turgid cock she wouldn't let go. Her husband was still in bed, she had given him a welcome hand job to keep him happy, but it was Mathew, her stable boy, who was going to get the succulent delights her body offered. He was going to get what should have been rightfully her husband's. She had thoughtfully packed a change of clothing and put them in her saddle bag, and she had been right to do so. She laughed and giggled like a little school girl, as her blouse and skirt flew away in bits. She playfully tried to fight him off, but had to give in eventually, his utter determination to have her was overwhelming. Lady Samantha was pegged in indecent haste by her black boy lover. His cock thundered into her soaking pussy, it had seemed like forever to her since he had last made love to her, and now, every time he topped her, it was always brand new. It took Mathew only a few minutes before he knew he was going to cum, Samantha was already on her second climax when he erupted, she felt the heated surge of his cum flood her, it ignited her third orgasm, and she collapsed under him. Mathew continued pumping her up until the last dregs of his hot sperm left his slackening prick. They lay there breathless, Lady Samantha lying beneath him, looking up at him. Mathew seemed to notice a change in the way she was looking at him, he sensed the difference, he wasn't sure. But unless he was mistaken there was a look of serenity about her. A look that said, "I've found you, I've found you at last?" His Aunty Edwina had told him that when a woman falls in love with a man, he will know, not from words she might say to him, but by the very way she looks at him, a look that she cannot alter. Mathew thought he might be seeing that look, he kissed her, and she kissed him back in a way that she hadn't done before. This time it felt like she really meant it, and she didn't break the kiss for a long time, Mathew was certain now, almost? She rolled him on to his back and got over him, all she wanted was to love him now, she kissed, bit him, scratched him with her teeth, she attacked his neck with lips so soft and yet so demanding, he just gave into it all. He got her nipples, they were so hard and so so sensitive, she cried out in aroused lust and love. "Oh Mathew Mathew what have you done to me?" she breathed gutturally into his mouth. "I am so happy darling..." she stopped; those words were not ones she was used to using. She looked at him pensively, trying to reconcile with what was going through her. It was admission time as far as she was concerned, but she had to take it slowly. She peered into his eyes; he was locked in and down, no escape. "You must realise Mathew how I'm beginning to feel about you, yes?" she asked. Mathew nodded his head, he was still a little too young to fully understand the machinations of a woman's mind and heart, so he decided to say nothing yet, and keep his mouth shut. "I am already deciding to spend more time here on the island instead of in London, would you like me to do that, hmmm?" she asked huskily, she was turned on, and what she was doing was turning her on even more. Her hand found his sticky cock and held it gently, her fingers sliding around him. "Maam, I would love it if you were here more, and for longer, I don't want to be here without you," he replied, he held his breath, was that the right thing to say, he wondered. Lady Samantha beamed with pleasure; he had said the exactly right words she wanted to hear. His cock started to harden again, it amazed her, she had never known anyone with such stamina, such staying power as Mathew. "Oh Mathew," she murmured into his mouth. Lady Samantha was giving into him completely, she really was falling in love with him, and now he knew it. The blond beautiful married Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was in for good, and she knew it, no going back. She had been conquered and taken by her nineteen year old black stable boy. She would be his forever if he could get her pregnant, his life, his granddads life would be secure. There would only be Aunty Edwina to worry about, knowing her, he thought, she'll want a piece of the action. What that would mean, or what would happen though, he had no idea. "On your knees maam," he told her quietly, it wasn't an order, more of a request, but she obeyed as usual. He got behind her, she knew what to expect, "he's going to do me, and then my bum is going to get it again, I just know it!" her head told her, she was right. Mathew slid into her like a hot knife through butter. He rammed her forwards on her knees until they met a bump which kept her in place. Orgasms started rolling around her; they fell from her like rain. The Lady Samantha was up on hands and knees determined not to be crushed to the earth. She held her breath, waiting for the one withdrawal that would signal the ass banging she was now craving, yet feared more than anything. Mathew pounded away gently, each thrust was backed by power, but each thrust was controlled, Mathew knew how to service her now, and the way she liked it the best. They were literally joined at the hip; each cock banging connection closed the gap between them, cementing their union. Her head was hanging down, Mathew was beating her into oblivion; she was waiting for him to fuck her ass. That thought, 'fuck her ass,' the first time she had such thoughts, made her cum again. Samantha missed the withdrawal, she was in the middle of her orgasm when he pulled out and struck home. She immediately went into her starfish pose, he dropped down on her back as before, and proceeded decimate and to fuck her ass. And this time he did fuck it, he attempted to rip her a new hole. Samantha cried out in agony, an agony she knew she would bear until it abated slowly. Mathew, unknown to either of them, was mastering her; he was bringing her down in the most loving of ways. He bit her neck under the hairline at the back leaving his mark, one only they would know of, he would leave two more later, one in the crease under each firm tit. She would know the meaning of these, and would accept them, he had a hold of her now, not only physically, but mentally and she knew it, but she liked it. No one in her life had ever treated her this way, she had been used to reverence, respect and deference. Mathew had all of that, humility too, but he also had strength of character not many men in her world had. And his young age belied the fact that he was a man, and he was all man too. Samantha swooned in agonistic joy at her own revelation. Mathew blasted more seed into her, her body was getting used to it, it was knowing it, it could feel it, it was becoming synonymous, and synchronised with her own. He lay on her as he breathed heavily, his cock still fixed in her ass; he let it stay there for a while before pulling out. Samantha stayed still, she couldn't move, she was split into two halves. Later as he helped her redress, and assisted her up onto Blaze they rode back, reaching across the divide between them Lady Samantha held his hand, she was his, he was hers, and they both knew it. Life would never be the same again. What had started out as a mind blowing sexual escapade, had turned into real love, especially as far as her Ladyship was concerned. "Will I be able to see you tonight maam," he asked, "maybe later in the night?" She thought for a moment and then nodded her lovely blond head. "I'll call you if it's possible I promise you," and she meant it too. The thought of seeing him illicitly in the dead of night filled her with naughty glee. And now she made the admition it to herself at last, "I love him, I love him," she glanced across at him; he was looking at her, her look told him that she did. Mathew got a whispered call at 2.30 in the morning to meet her at the stables; he hurried there and was pleased to see her waiting for him just behind the open door. He charged her and they kissed, she fell into him completely. And without waiting he put his hands on his hands on her shoulders, she sank to her knees, she settled on to her haunches, and had his cock out in a moment, and a moment later she was deep throating him. The soreness had gone, but the opening hadn't, she still had to force her mouth and tonsil over it, and it seemed to bump into something there, but one push and she had him all the way in. His pubic hair was all over her face she was so far on him. Her hands went to his balls, she felt them, big hard nuts they felt like. Her eyes looked up, even in the little moonlight she could see him stood majestically over her. Her heart burst with love, this is where she wanted to be, where she needed to be, and when the time came, where she would always be. At the call of her man, wherever, and whenever, she would be there, every time Lady Samantha made a plan, it was immediately changed simply by him being there. She pulled off, took two deep breaths and he disappeared into her mouth and throat once more. She was right down on her knees, her head tipped up, Mathew was stood right over her his prick tipped down. He held her head and began to fuck her face, Samantha accepted it wholly, if he pulled out far enough she was able to draw breath, if not she held it, but she wasn't going anywhere until he had off loaded his thick steamy cum. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker was turning into a slut, not a dirty slut, but the kind that would willingly do anything for her guy. She ended up falling slowly backwards, until Mathew was kneeling over her and his prick was rammed deep into her, she was struggling for breath. Then he jammed it in and blew his load, she nearly drowned, her eyes closed, things went dark, then she was coughing and swallowing. She fell to the floor; she was gulping cum, and trying to suck in lungfuls of air at the same time. Her eyes were on his cock, she marvelled at the sight, even just after cumming it was glorious. He was still thick, still heavy, dripping her saliva, a rope of cum slipping out to drop on her. "His cock is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," she told herself, Her hand reached out to touch him, she needed it, it gave her a sense of belonging that she hadn't had for a long time. Her gaze travelled him, "beautiful, so very beautiful," she thought. Lady Samantha was in now, all the way, she loved him. She loved his boyish manhood, his youthful charm, his easy way. But most of all she loved the way he made her do what he wanted without him telling her, she would follow his lead now, no matter what the cost. Mathew was doing the same, he was in total awe of her beauty, of the way she was, who she was, and what she was. He also had the nous to know now that she loved him and he was going to do nothing to sway her from that. He intended to get her to love him so much that she would not be able to live without him. In return he would always love her the way that she deserved to be loved. Knowing that the sublime beautiful, extremely rich blond, who at this moment was laying at his feet in complete acceptance of him being her young master, teacher, and lover, and that he knew, she knew, they both knew who was who from now on. Mathew reached down and lifted the weakened woman to her feet; he crushed her in his arms and kissed her the best way he knew how to kiss. He tasted himself on her, her lips soft and slightly bruised. He held her for a long time, letting her know he was now her man. Lady Samantha nestled in; this was where she wanted to be, not back in the house with her husband, but here with her young black boy lover. "You had better go back maam," he told her, "we don't want to spoil things do we? I'll have Blaze ready for you at 10am, go and get some sleep my beautiful angel, be ready for, and dream of me." Her hold on him tightened, she said, "I don't want to go back Mathew, I want to be with you, I love you darling, I love you!" Mathew's heart rang; she had finally told him what he already knew. Now he knew for 100% certain he was home free, she was his. He would get all he wanted, and have the most beautiful woman on earth for himself forever. "Lady Samantha, I love you too, I have loved you from the moment you set foot on this island," his words sank her; she cried tears of joy, happiness and relief, relief that he loved her too. That wasn't just using her. The way all men in her life had tried to use her because of her beauty. They had always tried to lead her their way, Mathew had never once done that, she had gone willingly with him; they were treading the path together. They left for their morning ride at 9.57, by 10.15 that morning Mathew was naked, on his back in long grass, he was looking up at the woman, in her most wanton aroused mood, and climaxing for the first time this day. The elegant, beautiful blond, The Lady Samantha Catherine Walker, the wife of Lord Rupert Walker, was riding him, a thin sheen of sweat on them, making them both glisten in the morning sun. This was her first time on top of her magnificent young black boy lover, who was approximately ten years younger than she, and who was still officially, her lowly stable hand. But there was one major difference; he was the instigator of all they did. He was silently in command of her and them. She could feel his tremendous black cock deep within her, the onion sized head was trying to batter its way past her cervix and find its way directly into her womb, the womb where one day soon, god willing he thought, his thick potent seed would do its work. Her hands were balancing her on his flat strong chest, her feet hooked over his thighs making sure every bit of the long and thick black tool was in her. Her blond hair was waving in the sunlight as she pressed up and down on him, and back and forth. Her eyes shut tight, her lips pursed, teeth bared in a wild grin, her heart beating like a drum. Orgasms tagged on to each other, each one a little greater than the last, she knew she was building up to one she hadn't had before, the tension in her stomach told her so. When it arrived it would kill her of that she was sure. She was almost in mortal fear of it, she knew she should stop riding Mathew to save herself, but she couldn't, the force within her made her go on and on, making her ride him even harder. It was making her pummel herself on the thick black prick, it was her own nuclear weapon, Mathew was waiting for the blast, he could sense it emanating from her, she was Ooooohing, Arggghing, Hmmmming, grunting and groaning, becoming intelligible. Her body was setting its own fuse, which would release the detonator, which would blow her apart and send her to her doom. Mathew's prick was at its best, he was lodged into her pussy at just the right angle, each thump down from her antagonised her own senses. The calamity now being caused by her own actions was taking its toll. Suddenly Lady Samantha hit the heights, the explosion happened, she screamed, but never heard herself, her nails dug into his chest. She cried out to him, her head bowed, an unreal screech came out of her, she shuddered and juddered, she had hit the wall and bounced off. Love juices gushed out of her around Mathews prick and down her thighs to the grass. Her knees clamped tight to him as if trying to hold the flood back, to contain the orgasm that was sucking the life out of her. She fell forward in a dead faint, her head landed in his shoulder, her breathing were a ragged pulsating gasps. Mathew shot his load then, tons of hot cum blew right into her all the way into what he hoped would soon be her unprotected womb. A Humble Stable Boy He quickly rolled her over and mounted the unconscious woman and fucked like a wild animal, he wanted his prick to stay hard and this was the best way to do it. "Go again Mathew," his Aunty Edwina had told him, "fuck me as hard as you can baby, and you'll stay up!" And she was right, he did. Mathew battered Lady Samantha like he never had with his Aunty. His prick flashed in and out, he was hurting his own body, but Samantha was the target. What he wanted, when she came around was to know what he had done. That he would and could again, whenever he felt like it. This was the day that The Lady Samantha Walker would know she had been fucked, and would stay fucked forever! He was now the confident young man he always had been, he had worked his passage, now he knew that he was the man, her man, and he would stay that way. Not only because of the way he loved, screwed and fucked her, but because he was, who he was. His achievement was more than he could ever have hoped for, he had wanted to fuck her, he had done that on their first day out riding together, now he had progressed to her lover, she was in love with him, he loved her. But there was a greater development neither had sought, neither had looked for, he had mastered her, unknowingly yes, but it was now a fact, it was them. He was the lead, she would follow, she was his! But he also knew that more careful planning still had to be made, he had to get her pregnant. And that, he knew, would kill off any opposition anyone, and from any quarter. Four days later after much and many clandestine meetings Lady Samantha left, she was morose; her heart was heavy at the thought of not seeing Mathew for some time. She had bought him an i pad, showed him how to use it, she herself bought one for her own use, now they could be in contact, and speak on the screen, at least she would be able to see him. The first thing Mathew did was to check her birth control pills, they were gone! He yippee'd knowing she was taking sugar pills now, and that when she came back, she would be ready to become pregnant. He told his granddad, and revealed his plans; he was more than happy for him, and also for himself, because as a 65 year old man his own life would be secure through his woman. Hank was already thinking of the gorgeous blond beauty as Mathew's woman. He called Edwina and she came to see him, Edwina was the daughter of his older, now sadly deceased brother. It had been Hank who had asked her to 'take' the young Mathew in hand, a task she willingly did, simply because her own husband was a complete no hoper in bed. It had been her who had mainly taught him the birds and the bees, she had involved a couple of friends who had gladly taken him under their wings and Mathew had become the complete lover. But he had also been blessed with a fantastic personality, and also very blessed with the most superb of pricks, large, long thick and beautiful to look at. And now he had captured what could only be described as the ultimate prize, her Ladyship! After Hank had explained everything to her, and while she was giving him his customary blow job, and blowing his load into his nieces clam like mouth. She thought, "Well, later I will have a piece of her, I like a woman who is beautiful, and having a real Lady, who is as beautiful as her will be a fight worthy of winning." A week later Mathew was at his Aunties home, her husband was away so Mathew was seeing to her needs, he actually felt guilty, he was being unfaithful to Samantha, he thought. But Aunty Edwina's persuasive ways took care of that. He had his i pad with him, he took it everywhere. He was laid in bed with Edwina, he had just given her a royal fucking, and she had enhanced it by telling him she knew of his dealings with the Lady. He had been shocked and was angry with his granddad for telling her. But she just poo poo'd him, and then she had told him to think of her while he was screwing her, it had worked. Mathew set off at pace even Edwina hadn't known of, and he had battered her hard. They came together, but his Aunty had had several cums on his young masterful cock. The i pad 'dingled' he opened it and made the connection, the screen came alive, Edwina slipped sideways. And there was her Ladyship staring at him. She was overjoyed to see him, she asked him a million questions, but mostly she wanted to know if he missed her. Mathew couldn't get a word in; he just smiled and nodded his handsome head. "I do miss you darling, I can't wait to get back to you, to be in your arms again, and to feel you in me, oh God I do miss that my sweet beautiful lover." Mathew asked her when she would be coming back, she told him, "I am coming back in three weeks, and I'll be on my own, sweet love." They chatted about themselves, her asking him, "what are you going to do with me, you'll have me there for at least a month before my husband may even think of coming over." Mathew took the unsaid hint, "I'll do with you whatever I want maam, isn't that what you want me to do? Master you, use you, tie you up in the barn, make love to you in your marital bed, in the kitchen, out in the long grass, wherever I want. And you maam, will do whatever I say, won't you?" Her Ladyship bowed her head, he was taking control, she knew it now. She also knew that if she wanted this to be what she wanted it to be, there was only one answer to give. "Yes Mathew, I will do whatever you say darling, I like it that way, I like my man to be a man, a real man, and that man is you Mathew, you!" Edwina had slipped away and come back with a pen and a pad. On it, she had written, 'ask her if she is now a black man's woman, your woman forever?' He did so, and Samantha's answer was an unequivocal, Yes! Edwina scribbled some more, and showed him, her words surprised him, but he asked the question, at the end of it she had written, ask her with a smile! Mathew smiled at the screen, made a blow kiss and said. "Maam, there is something I have always wanted to know about you, may I ask you a very personal question?" "Yes of course darling, you can ask me anything you want, and please, between you and I, please call me Samantha from now on okay?" Mathew grinned, "thank you," he said, "now, and please don't be offended, but have you ever been with another woman, have you ever had a relationship with another female?" Samantha looked aghast, her mouth dropped open. Mathew was about to apologise and tell her to forget it when Edwina poked him secretly in the ribs and shook her head, no! "Well Mathew, seeing as you seem to be the most perceptive man I have ever met," she said, not looking at the screen. "I feel I must be honest with you darling, the answer is yes I have." Mathew interrupted her then, by wanting to know every detail. Lady Samantha continued then, saying, "I met a girl at finishing school, we became friends, and somehow she seduced me, we were together for a full year, I think I loved her, but not like I love you though." "I know that Samantha," he said, using her name for the first time, meanwhile Edwina was scribbling away. 'Ask her what her response would be if you asked if she would do it for you, that you would like to watch her with another female?' Mathew baulked at that but asked her anyway. Edwina had Mathew's cock in her hand, and while she had him there, he would not go against her. Lady Samantha's face blanched then went bright red. "Mathew!" she exclaimed, "You have shocked me darling, aren't I enough for you?" He assured her fervently that yes of course she was, he just wanted to know, that was all, he told her. Her face softened, she thought for a while, "can we talk about this when I get back darling," she said, "this isn't the right place for this kind of discussion, don't you think?" He agreed and they got back to them, but it was mainly what she wanted from him, what he was going to do to his helpless woman. He insisted that he would do what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted, and bring some jelly back with you, a couple of vibrators Samantha, he told her. Samantha told him she would, he told her to take her top off, he wanted to see what he owned, she hesitated but then did, 'play with them,' he instructed, she did, her nipples hardened, 'Skirt,' he told her, she looked at the screen he knew she didn't want to. 'Off!' he ordered, she reluctantly did so. "Now my sweet love," he said, "let me see all of you." Edwina was stroking his cock, he was as hard as nails, this was getting to him. Samantha let go then, she opened up, 'fingers Samantha, get them to work!' he said in a manly voice. She stroked her pussy, and squeezed her nipples, then she disappeared, she had fallen down when an orgasm had hit her. Before she could recover Edwina attacked Mathew's prick, she grabbed the i pad and focussed it on her hand and his cock. When Samantha got herself righted, all she saw was a blur of a hand, and Mathew's prick as he ejaculated. She saw his precious cum shoot out, she was mesmerised, she jammed her fingers back into her pussy and came again twice more. She watched in amazement as his cum dribbled down over what she thought was his hand. His voice came on, "Hurry back to me Samantha, we are wasting time!" Yes I will Mathew, I'll be there as soon as I can darling, I swear! She told him. Edwina waggled the note pad at him, and pointed to where it said. 'Would you go with another woman, just for me?' He asked the question, but first he said, "If you love me as much as you say you do Samantha, then will you go with another woman, just for me?" Samantha didn't even have to think about it now. "Yes darling I will, I will do anything for you, I will do anything you tell me to do, you will never have to ask me twice, that's my solemn oath to you, I love you so much darling, I love you with all my heart!" He smiled into the screen, and said, "I love you too Samantha, I do!" And he knew he did too. But what he was going to do about his Aunty Edwina, he just didn't know. What he did know though, was that, 'the other woman' was going to be her, that was a given! He knew full well of her preferences in a bed, and it included women, but he never had a problem with that before. He closed the i pad, he needed to talk to his Aunty, she would take over in a way now. Mathew knew she was 'looking after' his granddad, and he was quite happy about it. After all, without either of them, he thought, he wouldn't be who he was, he owed them everything. Over the next few weeks Mathew gained more and more knowledge of who his mistress was, her life style, the way she was, what she had hoped for, what she was now hoping for, from him especially. The month passed and as promised, Lady Samantha arrived back on the island. Mathew met her at the airport and drove off; as soon as the car door closed she was all over him. He had also been busy in her home, in one of the bedrooms were exposed beams, from the central one he had hung two ropes, they were tied off to another beam that swung below. These would be used to tie her Ladyship to it; hooks and ropes would secure her and hold her weight. Thee feet apart attached to the floor were two blocks, only a couple of inches high, each also with ropes, these she would be made to stand on, and the ropes would hold her in place. Her arms would be out wide, her feet apart and helplessly under control. His Aunty Edwina had showed him what to do, and told him what the benefits he could, and would gain from her acquiescence. And it would all start with the blindfold, she had told him; it would excite her not knowing where or what she would be made to do. "Can we stop on the way back Mathew?" she asked, he knew she would, and he had already found a nice secret spot on a very secluded beach. They could not keep their hands off each other, naked in double quick time, Lady Samantha was agog at his actions, swimming and being nude on a beach wasn't the kind of thing she did. Soon they were frolicking naked in the surf, he lifted her up in the air, she wrapped her long slim legs around him, and he lowered her down, his young black magic wand slid right into her. Her head went back, "this is what I've missed so badly," she thought. And making love as the waves bounced around them, addled her mind, everything he did, every time she saw him was brand new, nothing stayed the same. His and her love juices and cum floated away as they meshed themselves into each other. After resting on the warm sand, and then making themselves as presentable as they could they set off for, and arrived at the villa on the hill. And fifteen minutes after that they were in her bed. Mathew had her up on her knees; he was desperately keen to fuck her ass again. Samantha conceded immediately, she didn't care what he wanted to do, as long as he was in her somewhere. He launched himself into her, she cried in joyous pain; not having his thick black cock in her ass for a month caused her some serious agony. But it abated and the Lady was away, orgasms dropping off her like hot cakes. Mathew was driving her to her completely agreed submission, she just didn't care anymore, she was where she wanted to be, in her bed with her young black loving master. Her upbringing had been among people all around her who were 'masters', to their families, underlings, servants and the like. She had steadfastly refused to acknowledge the fact. 'No one is better than me!' had been her mantra. Yet now she had one, and she settled into it like a duck to water. Her young powerful lover could have all the mastery he wanted, she would submit totally, no problem and no argument. Once again Samantha's legs shot out, and once again Mathew forced himself on her, and equally forced himself up her. She cried and wailed, he gave her no respite, he fucked her ass until he couldn't fuck it any longer. He shot his load deep into her bowels and once again, Samantha fainted with the pain and the glory of it. Mathew extricated himself and went in search of her birth control pills, which he found in her medical bag, they were one month short, and they were all the sugar pills he had swapped. He silently clapped his hands, 'this month, she is going to be with my child,' he chortled. He had moments of guilt, what he was doing was probably morally wrong, he thought, but the end result, as far as he was concerned, justified his actions. He, she and they, would be a family, what happened over in the UK he thought, would be someone else's problem, not mine, he decided. He returned to the bathroom and washed himself clean, he climbed into bed with her and fell asleep along side of her, they slept the night in peaceful dreams. In the morning Samantha awakened first, she slipped out of bed, had a quick shower and went down to the kitchen; she made a huge breakfast for him and for her. As she carried it up, she took stock of where things were, she knew that Mathew had a hold on her, not simply because he was more dominant, but mainly because she loved him so much. Passing control to him was the natural thing to do, he was much younger than her, but it didn't matter. She wanted to be dominated in any way he decided. It was the right thing for her, and for him. Her husband had to be told, so that he could control events in London, while she controlled here, from her husband's point of view. She would fly back next week on a quick visit, she would tell him their marriage was ended, over. She had met the man for her, she would apologise, but nothing would change her mind. She would play her part so he wouldn't lose face too much, but, she would tell him, 'it is what it is!' Mathew would do the controlling of her. The thought of that made her nipples tighten, and her pussy jangled, she hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. When she entered the room, she stopped in her tracks, Mathew was still sleeping, his torso was on view, the bed sheet came to his upper thighs. Everything about him made her weak, her knees turned to rubber, her heart beat faster, her mind scrambled. His masterful young powerful frame, the sleek dark skin, his black cock was laid on his lower belly, his hairy black balls called to her. Lady Samantha Catherine Walker answered the call, she put the tray down and slid on to the bed, her succulent mouth picked his prick up, and her hands got his balls, her corn blond hair flitted over him, the difference between it and his skin made her breath catch. He began to swell in her hot mouth and grow immediately. Mathew woke up, but kept still, he wanted to watch the wondrous blond beauty suck his black cock that now owned her, literally. Her head began to bob back and forth in a slow languid way; he revelled in the feel of her tongue, her soft hands cradling his balls. His cock paid her the compliment of behaving in the way she wanted it to; it became vibrant, pulsating, hard, slick, slippy, and unyielding. Mathew didn't even try to hold back, he had seen the tray full of food and wanted to get started on it. He savoured her ministrations, soon his balls were jingling, he was on his way, he loved the feeling he got when prior to cumming. His bell end hissed, and frizzled, then he shot it. Samantha drove her mouth down his cock end, and past her tonsils as before. And the billiard ball head swelled in her throat tight, it cut off her air supply, but she had taken a deep breath first, she had been ready for this! He blasted his morning cum straight into her belly. She felt the heat, and the filling, it was like being force fed, she loved it. She came up for air, Mathew never rushed her, he paid her the respect she was due. For a woman of her standing to fall in love with him like this, to do the things she did for him, and want him to do whatever he wanted, then he would stand aside and give her everything there was to give. He pulled her to him and she sank into her young lovers arms. Lady Samantha Walker was in a world now she knew little or nothing of. Black love was taboo where she came from, they were servants in her former life, but not now, now it was she who served! "Is that food for me Samantha?" he asked, It sounded strange to hear him call her by her name. "Yes darling, are you ready for it?" "You can take that to the bank," he answered, and slapped her beautiful rounded ass. "Oooooh, you young rascal," she told him and rubbed it, "I like that!" she smiled coyly at him. "Then you'll get more of it then if you misbehave," he laughed. "Humph," she mumbled, "only if I misbehave?" He slapped her ass again, it was a direct connection, the slap could be heard all over. "Argggh," she shouted, and jumped off the bed, "Ooooh Mathew, that one stung," she told him as she hopped up and down rubbing her gorgeous buttocks. Mathew laughed loudly. "Then bring me my breakfast woman, or you'll get a lot more!" he laughingly shouted at her, she sniggered at him. "Yes sir I will, please don't spank me master, I'll be good I promise," she begged happily. She brought the tray, sat it on his thighs, she knelt at his side and began to feed him, in between she fed herslf, but her sole concentration as on him. Mathew lay back and let her, thinking. "This is fantastic," he thought, "I have an absolutely knock out beautiful married woman, I'm black, almost ten years her junior, and I've got her feeding me. She will do anything for me, I wonder what she'll say when I mention her husband, where he will, or not, fit in?" She finished feeding him, and settled into him, his arm around her, her blond head on his chest, he wondered what she was thinking, but said instead. "I have some nice ropes in the barn now Samantha, maybe you would like to look at them after we've been out on Blaze?" She hugged into him tight; her whole body was stiff with tension.