Missy Anne's husband, was away on yet more business, and she had a whole weekend to herself.
She got up in the morning, and after bathing, she decided to wear her red satin Basque, and stockings, which had been imported from Paris, France. On top of this she wore her riding skirt and jacket.
She had decided to have a ride around the plantation, and see if something, or somebody would catch her eye. She often fucked the slaves, but today, she decided to just move around, and see who caught her eye.
Her horse was brought around to the front of the house, where she mounted it, and slowly moved off.
She had been riding for about ten minutes, when she spotted some movement, in the large shed that was used for storing cotton.
As Missy Anne got closer to the shed she saw that there were several field hands inside.
She got down from the horse, and went in. Inside she saw that there were five men stacking bales of cotton. Of the five she saw that one was young, a boy of about eighteen.
Missy Anne liked to get them young. She liked to teach them what she liked for them to do to her. She asked them what they were doing, and an older one named Roy, told her they had been ordered by the foreman, to stack the bale's farther back, so as to create more room.
Missy Anne could smell the strong musk, of the niggers sweat. It always turned her on.
She could smell their cocks, and if she had been wearing knickers, they would be wet by now.
She told them, to never mind her, and get on with their work. As they worked, Missy Anne sat on a bale of cotton, and watched. She saw that their dungarees, were bathed in sweat, as it was warm in the shed. She knew that they were naked underneath, and she watched them, as they moved about. She was watching to see if their cocks showed through the front of their trousers, or if they wobbled about as they worked.
One of the field hands went to the door of the shed, and pulled the straps of his dungarees over his shoulders, and let them drop to the ground, before letting a stream of piss pour onto the ground. Missy Anne watched every drop flow, and carefully scrutinized his cock as it stuck out from his hand. After the man pulled his trousers back up, he walked back into the shed, passing Missy Anne. As he passed, she could smell him, and he could also smell her. To the field hand she smelt sweet, but he could also smell a faint whiff of pussy, underneath the floral smell.
As he realised he was smelling the missy's pussy, he began to get hard.
Missy Anne noticed the man getting hard, she watched in fascination, as his cock seemed to grow and grow, beneath the harsh denim material.
She felt herself get even wetter, and didn't realise, that by now all the men were getting a scent of her pussy.
She slowly began to notice, that the men were all staring at her. And that they all had a lump in their trousers.
What are y'all, staring at? , Missy Anne asked.
We's lookin' at yo' Missy, said Roy, we heard that you sometimes take a house slave for the night, why don't you evah' tek a feel han'.
Who told you shameless lies like that, said Missy Anne, ill whup them till they bleed, for lying like that? It's common knowledge among the slaves, said Roy. We heard yo’ like big black cock, he dropped his rake, and walked towards her.
Missy Anne was a little alarmed, they were all walking towards her now.
Roy dropped his dungarees, and Missy Anne couldn't help looking. He had an enormous cock, it hung down about 8 inches, and was 2 inches thick. She wondered what it would look like hard. Roy turned to the others, and said, show her what the field hands are made of boys, and they all dropped their trousers.
