Free sex story, topic: elladies

Of course, at the hotel they won't be covering themselves up like you see this boy here out in public." I laughed to myself at the agent apologizing for the modesty of the black slave in his skin-tight tiny briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination in terms of his sexual apparatus. Obviously, we were a long way from the rather staid conventions of Philadelphia, where slaves outside their owner's homes usually had most elladies of their bodies covered and clothing was generally loose fitting and unrevealing at best. In fact, the Quaker City seemed to dress slaves so they appeared to be sexless automatons who only uttered an occasional "Yes, mistress," or "Right away, master" to demonstrate they were still human.
On the downside, male slaves ate more, had greater health problems and didn't live as long, didn't have the endurance of women slaves, had debilitating orgasms if being used by women owners who wanted their services longer than they were capable sometimes, and some were often difficult to control due to their excessive aggression (although this was usually easily cured by a quick and easily arranged castration). Surprisingly, though, male elladies slaves were more loyal to their masters once they were properly broken than female slaves who tended to have more well-hidden concern about themselves and their slave brethren than their owners' welfare. Consequently, male slaves were divided into many more categories of specialization and types.
"Well elladies, while we are having a drink, we'll discuss that," he thought to himself. Back on the screen, the man banging away on the girl from behind, suddenly got up and rushed to her face. She sat up, taking both cocks in her hands.
"OK, OK, lets wait for one more scene," Peter said. "It should be an "orgy" type scene, if I am not mistaken and then we can go get that drink. I think Janis elladies invited the guy next to her for a drink, is there anyone you might be interested in?" Garolynn looked around the theater.
Her cherry, he thought; Linda's maidenhead; he knew from elladies his reading that it was a thin yet strong membrane that blocked passage into the deepest reaches of her sheath. Backing a bit, he shoved against it, the head of his shaft bending, flattening itself against that guardian of virginity.

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