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Diary entry 3rd January, in the Year of our Lord, 1680
The journey to Bermuda had, so far been calm and uneventful. I was fortunate to have never suffered from seasickness, but despite the gentle waves, several of my crewmembers spent a lot of the time spewing over the side of the ship. That night I requested Sarah be brought to my cabin. I crossed my legs and smoked my pipe as I waited her arrival. I was in desperate need of a piss, but deliberately ignored my chamber pot in the corner. I was saving myself for my new young slave.
Presently, there was a knock on the cabin door, and Sarah was brought to me.
I smiled as she gazed around. I don't think she expected it to be so opulent.
*quot;Why yes, it's nice isn't it? Only the best that money can buy.*quot;
She appeared to be in a state of great discomfort.
There were rumours that so many slaves onboard of the Royal African Company ships fell sick and were thrown overboard to die. I wished it to be known that I tried to ensure mine travelled in more comfort. A sick or dying slave was no use to anyone. Every slave lost would lose me money. Why would I wish slaves to be transported in such hellish conditions?
*quot;Is it the seasickness that ails you?*quot; I asked.
*quot;N-no Master. I...I need to piss.*quot;
*quot;Ah, is that all? Excellent. I also need to piss.*quot;
A look of horror appeared on her face.
*quot;Dearie me, what sort of prudish girl are you? And you're from Bristol? Have you never muğla escort seen a man piss before? Are not the streets of Bristol treated like one giant chamber pot?*quot;
This was why I had a preference for African women. They were always so willing and eager to please. English women had all kinds of reservations. And they moaned about everything. Their sense of entitlement was grating. A right bloody turn-off.
*quot;Um, yes Master.*quot;
*quot;Come now, my little pale slave,*quot; I continued, unbuttoning my breeches and pulling out my member again. We shall piss together. I'll go first. Hurry and undress. Sarah did as she was asked, and knelt before me. I expect she feared a severe flogging if she refused.
The first drops of my golden liquid oozed from my cockhead; just a few drops at first, dripping down Sarah's breasts. Then the flood gates opened. A powerful jet of hot yellow liquid shot from the tip of my cock, hitting my slave's face with force before cascading down her body in a golden waterfall. The faint hissing grew louder as my stream intensified. She protested, and closed her eyes tight.
*quot;Open your damn mouth!*quot; I shouted. *quot;Is this any way to treat your Master when he offers you a refreshing drink?*quot;
She obeyed, opening her mouth wide. I pointed my cock higher, arcing my stream through the air and moving it around to fill her mouth with as much of my golden nectar as possible.
*quot;Good girl.*quot;
She quickly swallowed muğla escort bayan as best she could. My piss seemed to go on forever. I'd obviously drunk more ale than I thought. Rivulets of steaming liquid poured down Sarah's bare skin and pooled on the cabin floor.
*quot;Oh fuck that's good.*quot;
My groans of pleasure could be heard above the creaking of the ship's timbers.
*quot;Touch yourself,*quot; I murmured.
Sarah rubbed a finger across her exposed clit. It must've felt good, so sensitive, delicious, for she repeated this action, fingering herself with more vigour, as my stream finally dwindled to a halt.
*quot;On your feet.*quot;
*quot;Oh God!*quot;
Sarah's body juddered and she let out a tiny squeak as her control over holding her urine in slipped a little.
*quot;Hold it.*quot; I said.
*quot;Please, Master... I've got to go, I'm going to wet myself, I'm not going to be able to control myself, it's too much for me, I need to pee so badly, it hurts!*quot;
*quot;You can do better than that. Good slaves hold their piss.*quot; I chuckled, enjoying this sweet torture I was putting her through. I let her squirm in desperation for a few more minutes, before my thirst became too great.
*quot;I need a drink,*quot; I said, pushing aside inkwells and papers on the desk and lifting her up.
*quot;Sit here.*quot; I said, spreading her legs wide. She gasped as I buried my face in the darkened thatch between her thighs. *quot;Now my slave, release for me.*quot;
I looked into escort muğla Sarah's moistened cunt, waiting for the stream, feeling the pleasure coursing through my veins. Then it came, hot, steaming piss, straight from a beautiful young pussy, into my mouth. It poured out the sides before I accepted the sweet, yet slightly acidic flavour, opening my mouth wider and gulping down this warm nectar. It tasted wonderful, a delicious drink from a fresh young slave. It made a hissing sound as it poured from her, covering my face and soaking my cravat and the sides of my long periwig. I really should've removed the stupid wig.
Sarah tried to remain silent, but her gasps and moans became impossible to hold in. I slid a wet finger up and down her slit, before pushing it inside. A final spurt of piss shot out, splashing right in my face. It was in my eyes and up my nose but I kept licking at it, taking a big gulp and letting more course down my cheeks. Heaven!
With my cock hardened and throbbing, the time had come for me to see if my little pale Bristolian truly was a virgin. Had I not been interrupted by furious banging on my cabin door, that is.
*quot;Damn him to hell!*quot; I muttered, and hurriedly fastened up my breeches. I looked at Sarah, flushed and panting on the desk. *quot;You'd better wait in my bedchamber, my pretty one.*quot; I handed her her clothing. *quot;Over there!*quot;
She nodded. *quot;Y-yes, Master.*quot;
I unlocked my door and was face to face with the First Officer, who looked like he'd witnessed some great horror.
*quot;There'd better be a good reason for this interruption, Danvers. I expressly asked not to be disturbed.*quot;
*quot;Begging your pardon Sir. But you...need to come below at once. There's something unspeakable happening!*quot;