It’s the mid-1800s. Emily, a young negro slave, escapes to Canada, only to be found by a handsome British Army Lieutenant. Volunteering to be his housegirl he takes her in and she soon submits sexually to her new master. When an arrogant and wealthy woman arrives claiming to be the Lieutenant’s fiance, she gets more than she bargained for.

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It was the first time that Emily had seen a white man naked. Growing up as a house slave on a Georgia plantation, she had worked mostly as a lady’s dresser so she had been used to seeing naked white women but no men. 

In fact, the only man she had ever experienced sexually was James, the black house servant who had taken her despite her reluctance. The experience didn’t last for long and technically she hadn’t even really SEEN his penis, but she knew the consequences of his actions. 

James had been whipped for his deed after he was found out by their master. After all, breeding slaves was an important business and it was their owners who decided which males and females should connect. Emily was good breeding stock, but unfortunately for her, her ownership fell into dispute when the two sons of the wealthy plantation owner were both given a share in the business. As a result, she hadn’t been allowed to be with any other men despite her advancing age of 19. 

As she looked out the window of the Government Customs House she saw Lieutenant Jerome Macquarrie clearly as he ventured beneath the tree thirty yards downhill from the window and placed himself under a water bucket that had holes punched into the bottom. He had called it “a shower”. He was of a soldierly build and his thick white penis was covered in foreskin on one end and at the other end, met his large manly balls around a shock of bright red hair. Looking at it was foreign, and fascinating to Emily and it made her touch herself uncontrollably. 

She had been at this place just a little more than a day, finally safe from harm following the most exciting and dangerous week of her young life. She and three members of the house staff had decided to make a break and run for freedom to Upper Canada with help from a couple of northern abolitionists. It had taken days to hike from Georgia to the St. Lawrence river with slave hunters hot on their heels every moment. There was a small raft waiting to take them across the water to freedom, but Emily was the only one to make it. While the rest of her party fought back the bounty hunters in the darkness, the raft had been set free and her with it. 

She woke up the next morning soaked to the bone and cold despite it being mid-July. And when she finally looked up from her raft, he was there in his bright red military jacket and white pants with the gleaming silver buckle and shiny black boots. He seemed like a vision from God. 

His name was Jerome Macquarrie. A British Army Lieutenant, he had been put in charge of a small government customs house near the Canada-U.S. border in Gananoque. He was older than he should have been given the nature of his job. While an extremely competent officer, Jerome MacQuarrie was also very much his own man and was exceedingly poor at the political game of kissing up to his superiors. 

As he patrolled the river on foot that morning, he was astonished at seeing this beautiful coloured girl lying on the raft in front of him. His tenure in the military had been almost exclusively in Upper Canada, so he had never seen a single black person in his life. Her face had a delicacy of features that made her seem particularly innocent, and her full lips were exciting. He also noticed her sizeable breasts and curvy ass. Despite her innocent face, she was definitely a mature and well-built woman.  

For Emily, it was instant hero worship. This man was an unmistakable authority figure given his uniform and the gleaming metal on his sword, belt, and cap. He was handsome too in a way that was unlike any man she had met before.

The lieutenant had taken Emily into his home which was an extension of the small government customs building which he ran by himself. His living quarters were spare but spacious. He had given her food and offered his bed to her so that she could rest her exhausted body. She slept for more than 12 hours. After she woke up, she talked about where she came from and he spoke about what was to become of her.

“Well you’re on British soil, so you’re free now. I suspect there are three things we could do next. I can find where the nearest Negro Loyalist settlement is and send you there, OR I can inquire around to the houses here and see if any of them needs a servant girl. Then there’s a third option. I could use someone around here to help ME out. It’s your decision – you’re a free person now.”

Emily knew what she wanted, and that was to stay. She wanted to see more of this man. She realized her freedom also meant she was free to submit and serve him – not because she was forced to, but because she wanted to. The desire to serve was strong in her upbringing despite her youthful strength and intelligence. So it was quickly settled. She would be his housegirl.

She had been sweeping the cabin when she looked out to see him, naked and wet under the self-made shower. Her short dress and lack of underwear made it easy for her to play with herself as she watched. 

However, she was soon interrupted by the footsteps of someone walking up the wooden decking to the house. Emily turned to see a young lady of about her age who was dressed in much the same way as the ladies she had waited on at the plantation. This was obviously a young woman of wealth and breeding. She eyed Emily with suspicion.

“Who are YOU?” the white lady said.

Emily thought quickly. “I’m the housegirl.”

“Since when?” the wealthy one snorted.

“Since today.”

Emily watched as the white woman shook her head and said, almost as if Emily wasn’t there, “Well we will SOON Change THAT! WHERE is the Lieutenant?”

Emily glanced towards the window and decided to pull the shutter closed before she answered the question. She didn’t want this woman, whoever she was, to see her master naked.

“Did you not hear me you mongrel?! I said WHERE is the Lieutenant?”

“He’s out Mamn,”

“Out? Where?”

“Who should I say is calling on him, Mamn?”

“Who is calling??? You have the cheek to ask who is calling? Why I’m practically his fiance. Tell him Florence Wilson is calling. My family wishes to have him over for Sunday dinner. He usually dines with us at least once each month.”

Fiance. Emily knew that word. She also knew that women who used along with the term “practically” often held an unrealistic view of themselves and their chances. Still, there was something about the word that made her notably jealous.

“Stay here please Mamn. There’s a chair over there where you can be comfortable, it may take me a while to fetch him.”

The woman took the chair and rolled her eyes with an irritating huff of breath. Emily fled out the door and began to run down the hill using the trees as cover on what had become a hot summer day. She was about to cry out Jerome’s name, but immediately decided against it and stopped in her tracks. She remembered her master was naked and taking his shower. She wasn’t sure how he would deal with her intrusion. 

As she crept closer to the bottom of the hill her heart pounded. She was both excited and scared about what would come next. 

As he came into view she noticed he was facing the other way. For a moment she stared at his muscular ass and the obscured view of his manhood as he spread his legs to steady himself while washing his hair. 

Jerome turned around. Emily’s gaze was now fixed on his penis. She thought it interesting that it was a shade darker than the rest of his bright white skin despite not having been tanned by the sun. But it was still very much a white penis, belonging to a white man which made (she assumed) white babies. She felt a creeping tingle from between her legs and reflexively touched herself again. She wasn’t sure what to say. 

Jerome slicked his wet hair back and opened his eyes. “Emily, is that you? Come over here!”

It wasn’t a request but a command. But for some reason, she hesitated. 

“Come on Emily!” he repeated. “Don’t be shy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Emily’s gait was slow and jerky as if she were being pulled in two different directions. As she reached the lieutenant he commanded. “Arms up!”

She did as she was told, and with a single motion, the lieutenant lifted the plain dress off of her ample but youthful body. 

Emily felt almost hypnotized as she looked into his eyes. She was now fully exposed. However, seeing the pleasure on his face as he stared at her in the July heat made her feel as excited as she was embarrassed. 

Suddenly she remembered the reason she had come down the hill. The officious young woman, the supposed fiance, the one who disliked Emily on sight. That woman was waiting up the hill for him. 

“Sir, Sir, I forgot to tell you something I…’

SMACK!

The sound came with a stinging sensation against her ass. She had been spanked before as punishment, but not like this. While she was upset at having been scolded, part of her was now even more excited. 

“Emily, I don’t want you interrupting me. If you’re going to stay here, I need you to be clean. Get under the shower with me and let me soap you up.”

Good to his word Jerome produced a thick bar of yellow soap not unlike the one that Emily had used to wash the clothes of her previous masters. He began rubbing it against her skin and then using his hands to spread it in a vigorous and aggressive way. At first, he covered her neck, chest arms, and back. As his hands moved to her sizeable breasts he looked up into her eyes and she saw his intense manly stare. Her nipples were excited now, more excited than they had ever been and she was conscious of her arousal.

“Sir I really need to tell you …”

SMACK!

Her eyes widened and she shut her mouth. 

“You will learn from me Emily,” he said. “Many things. You DO want to be mine, don’t you? Fully and completely?”

She nodded quickly and with vigor. 

“Good, then you simply need to follow my instructions. Open your legs.”

She did what she was told. Jerome slid his soapy hand in between her thighs and slid his fingers all the way back in the space between her cheeks. 

“I think you’ll clean up beautifully,” he said, staring into her eyes. Placing the soap on the top of the fence, he wet a cloth and began rinsing her body. When he got to her thighs he ditched the cloth and used his hand instead, rubbing vigorously, then sensually between her legs.  

“I want you to bend over with your arms on the top of the fence.”

Emily did what she was told. She disliked having her back to her new white master because she enjoyed looking at him. She had an idea of what was to come. James, the servant had asked her to do something similar, but she knew that this experience would be very different. 

SMACK!

“That one is just because you have such a beautiful ass,” said Jerome. “Now hold that fence tight.” As she did, she felt him slowly and purposefully probe her with the head of his penis. The penis of the man in the bright shiny outfit who had saved her. The man they called lieutenant and his big white penis that made white babies for wealthy important ladies like the one who waited up the hill in her chair.

Only, Florence Wilson was no longer in the chair. She was now at the window. Emily saw the shutter open out of the corner of her eye.

Inside the house, Miss Florence Wilson had become impatient as well as highly suspicious of that mysterious dark young woman and her story about being the new housegirl. Florence assumed she had simply run off, rather than being caught out in a lie. She had opened the shutter to see if she could spy either her or Lieutenant Jerome. 

She wasn’t expecting to see the man who was practically her fiance, naked with his penis stuffed inside this coloured housegirl. Florence Wilson watched in horror at what seemed to her an abomination against class, decency, and the proper order of the world. What’s worse, she’d caught the coloured girl’s attention and their eyes met. Those wide young eyes were now looking up at her, clearly loving this moment and letting Florence know about it. 

Florence’s mind and body swirled with desire and emotion. Intense jealousy struck her. Not just the jealously of Emily’s body or Jerome’s attraction for her, but also Emily’s wild enjoyment of an act that Florence would never consider – premarital sex. Sex for pleasure.  

But their upbringings weren’t as different as Florence may have thought. Emily had grown up in surroundings more conservative in ways that the former could have known. Emily also knew what society thought about men and women and how they were to interact with each other. But she also knew that she was now free and her freedom included the freedom to enjoy dirty, spontaneous sex with a highly inappropriate man. A man who had been her hero and was now her lover. 

With each thrust of his cock, those strong white thighs smacked against her ass. The smell of the forest, the heat of the sun, and the coolness of the shower water on her feet made her feel overwhelmed by pleasure. Something was happening to her, something that was building from a point deep inside her and growing outward. Exactly what would transpire when that feeling peaked, she had no idea, but she wanted to experience it. She was close and instinctively knew how to get over the edge. 

She looked back once again at the window. The woman was still there. She thought of the humiliation she must be feeling. Just moments ago she had claimed that Lieutenant Jerome Macquarrie was hers and hers alone. But now this lady knew where the man’s real desire lay. 

For the first time, Emily felt pride and power. And there was something else – something just a little mean. Part of her would never want to humiliate another human being, but here she was, enjoying the fact she had bested this boastful, bullying woman in the one area she cared most about – the attentions of Lt. Macquarrie.

The more Emily thought about the woman watching her, the more it drove her orgasm, for that’s what it was. Although she had no word for it, she could feel it. She had the unstoppable desire to touch the front of herself with her fingers as the lieutenant filled her. She reached between her thighs and felt the smack of Jerome’s hand. She didn’t mean to disobey but had to touch herself, as she did it was only seconds before the wave of total and complete ecstasy rumbled through her innocent, but incredibly horny body. She yelled in surprise which only caused Jerome to speed up for a moment and then plunge in so deep it made her gasp. As the cascades of desire slowly descended, she gripped him with her muscles to get an echo of that wonderful feeling one more time. 

Finally, Emily slumped against the fence and gasped for breath. If this is what sex could be like she wanted more – much more, and every time with Jerome.

She looked up and made eye contact again with the white woman before rolling her eyes back in a show of total and complete enjoyment. She closed her eyelids to take a brief rest and wondered about Him. He hadn’t cried out in the same way she had, although she could tell he was enjoying it. Was there anything next? She wouldn’t have to wait long. 

“Get on your knees and face me, Emily.” She heard him say. She did as she was told, and there it was – this still hard white penis, looking almost unreal staring her right in the face. 

Jerome noticed her fascination. “You like it? Touch it if you wish, slowly back and forth… oh that’s right. And put your hand right here on my balls. I’ll show you. Oh right there. Mmm that feels good. You have the most delicious full lips and I want you to please me with them. Keep your hand on my balls and start sucking me. Mmmm oh yes….feel how hard I am as I push up against your tongue.”

She felt his hard member as it filled her mouth and retreated again and again. She realized the tighter her mouth was around it the more he found it enjoyable. Emily was smart and learned quickly about certain things. This was new but she liked it and understood it meant she was pleasing her man. 

She now had to turn her head slightly and look out of the corner of her eye to see the white woman but the arrogant lady was still there watching and fascinated as ever. 

Not only had Miss Florence Wilson never seen oral sex, but it was also something she had never even considered. Watching this dark girl’s mouth be ravaged like this was something so dirty she immediately felt disgusted watching it, although she could not take her eyes off it. 

As a proper lady, she knew she should have left the premises the instant she saw the two having sexual relations, but no one could see her now to judge her. No one except the housegirl of course, and she didn’t count. The servant class didn’t account for anything after all except – there was part of her that now wanted to be servant girl, on her knees serving Jerome in that most vile of ways. 

Florence gazed with fixed fascination at the two lovers as she had no idea how this would turn out. How exactly does a man become satisfied? she wondered. As much as it sickened her, she continued to watch to find out. 

Little did she realize that Emily was wondering the same thing. The lieutenant’s thrusts were becoming deeper now. Surely the end would soon be at hand.

“Oh yes Emily. Oh my God your mouth feels so good. Keep sucking my Good Coloured Girl, let me fill your mouth with all that I am. Let me show you much I desire you as you taste my seed. Just don’t swallow it until I tell you. Oh my God, hold still, here it comes…….AHHHH”

Emily had no idea what was coming as this was all new to her. The thrusts had become faster and faster at an almost violent rate when suddenly her mouth was being filled by her master. A strange and powerful taste combined with a tickle at the back of her throat where his essence had hit her. Others would have choked or gagged but Emily was used to enduring much and this was easy. While the taste was not immediately pleasant, there was something about the symbolism of being fed by her master, from that strong, white penis that gave white women their babies. Whatever this was that filled her mouth was meant for Emily and her alone. She remembered Jerome’s words and kept it deftly in place even as he slowed and removed his manhood from her mouth.

“Show me what a good girl you’ve been Emily,” Jerome said to her panting and drained. . Emily instinctively opened her mouth. “Oh yes, swallow me now.” 

But before she did so, Emily looked up at the window, up at the “proper” lady whose disgust at seeing the thick white fluid in her open mouth had made her feel faint. Watching Emily swallow, Florence immediately closed the shutter, her head bowed, taking in all of her conflicting feelings of desire and horror. 

Meanwhile, Jerome and Emily had collapsed on the ground underneath the shower, her head was in the nook of his shoulder. Jerome touched her, chin, caressed her face, and enjoyed her sensual kisses. Finally, he said, “What were you trying to tell me earlier?”

Emily explained about the woman who was waiting for him in the Custom’s house. She even told him about the fact she’d been watching them for the past several minutes.  

Jerome laughed, “You’ve probably given her a heart attack. Don’t worry, a woman like that won’t tell anyone. She’s far too prim to admit she’s ever seen anything like that. As to inviting me for dinner, tell her I can’t make it this Sunday. I have other plans.”

He kissed her again and smacked her ass to let her know exactly what those other plans entailed.

“But if I do that she’ll hit me,” explained Emily.

“You can tell her if she does, she’ll be arrested,” he explained “The custom’s house has its own jail and I’m not above putting anyone in there who deserves it.” 

Emily picked up her dress, slipped it on, and scampered back up the hill. The strong taste of her master was still on her lips, and she could smell it distinctly. She realized the white lady would also smell Jerome on her if she got close enough. For a moment she felt ashamed and then empowered. The smell had marked her and proved that she belonged to Jerome now.

Emily shuddered at the idea of the conflict that was to come, but as she opened the door she realized there wouldn’t be one. The rich white lady was gone. 

With a big breath, she took in the pleasant woody smell of the room and considered her new life. She had not only won her freedom, but she had also won her man. 

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