The sun was beginning to roast in the afternoon, and the water was not given since yesterday evening. Vagosh was thinking that it would be better to let him buy it sooner than to sit here in a noisy slave market. What to be, not to be avoided, as they said at his home in Arizona. He raised his eyes, looking for someone who could become its owner, no matter how hard the word was the pride of an Indian.
At that moment, he saw a lady walking along a dirty aisle between the rows in the company of two strong bodyguards. She was still young, but she obviously had a lot of social weight, judging by the way the merchants were bowing to her. A beautiful dress with too much even for such a heat with open breasts, a tight corset, hair styled, a minimum of makeup that she didn’t need. They met eyes. The lady nodded to her companions at him and they headed straight for the Bearded Patrick's tent. The owner of the goods ran to meet him, bowed ingratiatingly, and began to praise his slaves. Lady powerfully pushed him back with a wave of his hand and went straight to Vagos.
- You understand English?
Vagosh nodded.
- What's your name?
“Vagosh,” something in the tone of this woman made the Indian respond without hesitation.
“I’ll call you Willy,” she said flatly, and one of her guards began counting the money to slave owner Patrick.
The first day in the estate of Madame Jacqueline was surprisingly good. Willy, as everyone around him now called him, washed him, combed his hair, and even gave him a braid, as the custom of his ancestors demanded. He was fed and given wine. All day he expected that the fairy tale would end and he would be expelled to work in the field, but a pleasant surprise followed the surprise. He was identified at the stable, and the horses of Madame Jacqueline were wonderful. Willy was busy with them all day, and in the evening a maid came to him.
“Madame is calling you,” she said, examining the Indian from head to foot with a tense look, and then suddenly added incomprehensible to Will: “Tomorrow she will have a good mood.”
Willy went into the house, having stolen at the threshold. The servant led him to the far end, knocked on the door and left.
“Come in,” said the door from the other side.
Willy opened the door and entered, shy. It was a bedroom. Huge, with heavy curtains, luxurious four-poster bed, lit by several candlesticks. He did not even immediately notice Madame Jacqueline. She stood at the dressing table in the corner and poured wine into glasses.
“Get up by the bed,” she commanded, and Willie obediently did this.
Jacqueline, with two glasses in her hands, sat on the edge of the bed opposite Willy. I handed him one. Showed a sign that he needed a drink and drank herself. While drinking a tart wine, he examined it in detail.
Madame Jacqueline threw back her head, glancing over her glass, revealing a white neck. Willie did not see that skin color even among American women whom he had seen while he was being taken for sale. The girls of his tribe skin was bronze, and Jacqueline - white as milk. The same as the chest, which Willy could see in the open collar of the robe. She held the glass gracefully by bending a thin brush, clasping her leg with long fingers. Finishing her drink, Jacqueline handed the empty glass to Willy, leaned back, leaning on her arms and stretched one leg over the other. The robe was too short, Willie could even see her knees.
“Take off your pants, Indian,” she said suddenly.
Willy stood with glasses in his hands, not knowing what to do. He expected anything: torture, intolerable labor, hunger, but not such. He was ready to fight and not give up, but this order knocked him off track.
- Are you deaf? I command you, Indian! - her voice sounded dull and threatening, - Or should you be flogged and sent to the plantation?
Willy’s twitch from an unexpected change in the tone of his hand, he put the glasses on the table and untied the belt. Pants fell to the floor.
“So they did not lie about you Indians,” said Jacqueline thoughtfully, looking at Willy’s penis. “At least one myth is confirmed.”
She leaned forward and took a member in the palm. Willy was ready for torture, he saw how his fellow tribesmen were steadfastly, without a single sound, he was ready to endure, but not what was happening at that moment. His body refused to obey him. Only his dick felt the touch of soft palms Jacqueline, as the flesh stiffened.
Jacqueline looked at Willie's penis with genuine curiosity, stroking him and watching him grow with each touch. This lasted until he rose to his full big growth. Jacqueline purred in satisfaction with something under her breath, clenching it in her fist.
“Now fuck me,” and with these words, Jacqueline opened her dressing gown and lay down on her back.
Willy was dizzy. Even on the copper shade of the skin, a blush clearly appeared. He stood a pillar, slightly stooping, as if embarrassed by his standing member, who even pulsed with tension. She was just gorgeous. Tightened, with big breasts, slender legs and slightly full hips. And there she was, and it knocked Willy out of a rut, like an explosion of a powder keg, neat haircut.
- Do you understand English, hey? Did you hear what your lady said?
Here Jacqueline dawned on a guess.
“Have you never done this?” Have you ever had a woman?
Willy swallowed.
- When I was taken prisoner, I have not had time to pass the rite of passage. Ten years have passed since then. But I did not have the opportunity ...
- I understand ... What a sad story ... - Jacqueline portrayed a mournful expression on her face, - But she does not touch me at all, boy. I just want you to fuck me and go to your stable. If I like it, you will fuck with me until I get bored. If I do not like it today, tomorrow I will resell you to a nearby plantation.
Willie continued to stand, not moving. Jacqueline rolled her eyes, clasped his cock with her hand and pulled her over. Willie had to kneel on the bed in front of her, and Jacqueline threw her legs over his shoulders. With two fingers of her free hand, she parted her lips, turned the head of the penis inside, and when she completely plunged into her vagina, grabbed his ass with his hands and pulled sharply towards her, so that he completely abruptly entered it. She was wet and not too tight, Willie did not even frown, although the bridle still slightly pulled.
- Well! Come on! You're an Indian, have you not seen how horses do it?
Slowly and hesitantly, Willie began to move his pelvis, leaving her quite a bit. Jacqueline made an impatient grimace and began to set the pace with her hands, seizing him without any pity for the skin on the bottom. After a minute, Willy understood. He began to move sweepingly, the entire length of his penis. Jacqueline groaned with pleasure, threw back her head. Her nails digged into Willie’s skin, leaving red scratches on it.
- Faster, Indian! She screamed, "crumpled under the sheets."
He quickened his pace, feeling some hot, even burning, something poured down his stomach that demanded going out. He was so bold that he grabbed the breast of his mistress with one hand. Big, she did not even fit in his palm, and the elastic, still young chest did not feed the children of the woman. Jacqueline hit Willie on the arm.
- Do not dare touch me with your dirty hands! But if you liked them so much, you can lick them!
Despite the imperious tone that Willie hated with his free soul, he was very willing to obey. He leaned over her, not slowing down, and clasped his nipple on her left breast. It was a strange feeling: supple skin that instantly became wet, hard nipple and taste ... Absolutely unlike anything else. Sweet and tender. Having thoroughly licked one nipple, Willie followed the other.
Jacqueline finally released his scratched ass, ran her fingers through Willie's hair, pressing his head against her chest. She moaned slightly hoarsely, passionately, gasping.
- Faster! Even faster! She moaned inaudibly, although Willie no longer knew how to accelerate. He was already hammering her out of all, from the blows of his groin on her crotch, she crawled away from him through the silk sheets. Willy adapted and now fucked his mistress as if he had been doing this for many years. Jacqueline groaned, wheezed, she was beaten by a big shiver. Suddenly, she grabbed his hair and tore Willie's head off her chest.
- On knees! Quickly!
He was taken aback, recoiled from Mrs., stood rooted to the bed. His cock, now seemingly huge with tension, glistened with its lubricant.
- Are you dumb?! - already Jacqueline screamed, - On your knees!
Without delaying more, Willie swung to his knees. Jacqueline crawled over to the edge of the bed with one jerk, threw her legs over the shoulders of the Indian, pressed on his neck.
- Lick her!
Right in front of Willie, Jacqueline's vagina was caught Large, coarse lips, bright red inside, opened after rough fucking, just a sea of lubricant flowing from it, flowing down the thighs, into the hole of the anus. She smelled like that. This smell was not pleasant, but Willy was circling his head. He no longer controlled himself. Eagerly pressing his lips to her wet vagina, he began to lick her, trying to get as deep as possible into the tongue. He spread her fingers, it seemed to him that inside it was even tastier, more tender, and so it was. She flexed, pressing her pelvis to his face, pushing him with his whole body.
- Clitoris lick, idiot!
What she had in mind, Willy did not understand, but he intensified the pace, trying to lick everything he had reached from his position. His tongue walked over his lips, tried to crawl into the anus, he even licked juice flowing down her thighs. Jacqueline was still moaning, but when he reached the mound at the top, she felt her slippery nipple with her tongue, she just howled. He sucked him inside the mouth, tickled his tongue. And then the lady just went crazy. She threw her legs up, toward the ceiling, and began to literally sit down on his face. Jacqueline was trying to say something else, but Willie no longer understood a word from the mixture of that wheeze and groan that she was publishing. He realized that he needed to continue the game with the point he found. Sucking the juices out of her and immediately licking them with his tongue, Willie felt that the pace of her measured jolts broke. She twitched, pressed herself to him with non-female force, screamed long and high. Willy was even frightened that now someone would hear them in the yard and come running to help Madame.
But no one rushed to help Jacqueline, although she kept screaming and screaming. It seemed to Willy that her juice was poured with new force, and judging by the movements she performed, a demon probably moved into her at all. He even managed to get scared, but he did not stop, fearing that it would further anger his mistress.
Suddenly Jacqueline fell silent. If she had her intermittent, frequent breathing, Willie could give a hand to cut off, that she was at least unconscious. She went limp and did not move, her head fell helplessly to one side. But he continued to lick her vagina, the only thing that lived in her body his life. After her mistress stopped moving, Willie felt how much she was pulsing, how something was beating under the skin in unison with the blood stream, which made his own member bounce with jerks, touching the silk sheets hanging from the bed.
“Now get out,” Jacqueline’s voice was weak, but he didn’t lose his authority, “And call the maid.”
Willie hastily dressed himself, somehow putting the unwilling member down into his pants, went out. Behind the door was a pretty maid whom he had seen in the evening. She ran her eyes over him again, her cheeks flared, and she went into the room to the hostess. The Indian lingered behind the door, holding his breath and listening.
- Candy, put out the candles, bring water. And another thing: give this Indian a wine, I think he wants to drink too. By the way, he was not so bad. You know, he never finished. After you have done everything I ordered, serve him, he deserved.
“Yes, ma'am,” Willie could swear that a note of joy slipped in the maid’s response.
He tiptoed out into the yard and looked at the house and yard. Vagosh, a captive Indian from Arizona, had imagined many times how, after being enslaved to one of these arrogant pale-skinned people, he would burn all his inhabitants in a big fire or cut them all while they were sleeping and he would die. But now, when he waited for Candy's maid to come out of the house, scenarios of revenge faded in his head, losing color. He will take revenge. May be. But not today.