He started kissing and licking my nipples, then went down kissing my chest, down to my bulge. Then I nodded my head, and the slave immediately realized.
Then I started kissing his shaved and muscular chest and licking his nipples and, when my tongue was close to his bulge, I stopped and ripped his loincloth, exposing his huge and horny black dick. I put again my hand behind his neck, but this time I didn't need to force him: the slave lowered his head and we shared a kiss, than another and another, and my hand touched the huge bulge under his loincloth while his hand was seeking mine. Maybe in astonishment, he didn't kiss me back. Out of the blue, I put a hand behind his nape, forced him to lower his head and kissed his mouth. He was about 20 y.o., taller than me, muscular, very dark-skinned. I watched him for a while, until he noticed my presence. And I knew (you know what dreams are like) he was a slave. He was wearing only a loincloth, and washing the floor. A black boy, who was turning his back on me. I walked slowly through the corridors, till the living room.
It's just fiction but, if this bothers you, STOP NOW! It contains raceplay, homosexual sex, rapes, racial insults ecc. Warning! This story is not politically correct.
