Evening came. Zizi appeared in the dining room, where Chris sat by the fireplace, flipping through the old lot. The young man turned his head in her direction and stopped, mouth open in admiration. Such a slave he had not yet seen. The blue black hair was combed back and gathered into a tight tail, tied with a wide white ribbon. A strict blue dress clung to the slender figure of a girl, and a snow-white apron with a wide bib emphasized the gorgeous breast forms, with two rounded hills bristling under it. Slightly slanting black eyes, like two coals, looked at Chris with a tender, tender glance.

The young man's breath stopped. Jumping up from the chair, he flew up to Zizi, but she, crouching in a graceful curtsey, slightly bowed her head down and in a velvety voice said:

- Dinner, sir. Would you like to serve?

“Y-yes,” he could only squeeze a guy out of himself, feeling that he was shy in front of this girl, full of humility and tenderness.

“Yes, my lord,” she said in the same enveloping voice, bowing again, “Sit down at the table, lord.”

While Chris was settling in a chair and straightening a napkin, Zizi carried out on a huge tray an invitingly scented dish made from wild boar meat, decorated with fresh vegetables and greens. Skillfully manipulating a large knife and fork, the slave chose the most appetizing piece and laid it on a plate, poured it over nut sauce, and placed it in front of the young man.

- And you? - Chris asked, - Sit near.

“Oh, no, my lord,” the mulatto answered meekly, “It will be my happiness to serve you.” Do not worry about the insignificant slave.

“Well, I don't consider you insignificant,” answered the guy, somewhat bewildered, “You are a beautiful smart girl ...”

“Would you like some wine, lord,” Zizi cooed, taking a crystal decanter with amber liquid in her hand.

She leaned over Chris a little to pour wine into a glass, while at the same time, as if accidentally touching her shoulder to his shoulder. The young man immediately felt the pleasant elasticity of the young female body and the warm breath that enveloped his head. The blood began to play in his veins, he wanted to grab the girl and carry him to the bedroom, but the slave, as if teasing him, pulled back and stepped aside, giving the person a guilty smile.

After taking a sip of wine, Chris calmed down a bit and began to eat, looking askance at the girl who was sitting on a small chair and folded his chocolate hands in front of him. How beautiful she was at that moment! The young gentleman even reproached himself that he had not previously noticed that charm, that natural beauty that their slave had.

Chris even forgot about dinner. Unable to take his eyes off Zizi, he froze, sticking a piece of pork onto a fork, without bringing it to his mouth. The girl noticed this and modestly averted her eyes to the side, deep in her heart rejoicing that the very first attempt at seduction had succeeded.

This went on for a couple of moments, but the slave, having recollected herself, easily got up from her seat and approached the table, gracefully shaking her hips.

- Mister wants another piece? She asked, now stopping at some distance.

“N-no,” the young man even began to stutter with excitement, “Sp-pasib-bo.” I'm already full.

“Allow me, my lord, I will clear the table,” Zizi came in from the other side and began to collect plates.

Chris looked at her, wishing the dress had a neckline. Then he would see with each of her inclinations at least part of the magnificent bust that was hidden by the clothes, but in such a manner highlighted the breastplate. Sighing with regret, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat down again by the fireplace.

After graduating from the business in the kitchen, the slave went up to the second floor. It was not very long to wait.The mulatto slowly descended and crouched at Chris's feet, placing her hands on his lap.

“The bath is ready, my lord,” whispered the girl, “Let me help you undress.”

She slowly rose to her feet, took the young man by the hand and led her along. Chris followed the girl, admiring her with light smooth movements, evenly swaying her hips. She seemed to float in the air, not touching the floorboards with her small legs.

The bath was already filled with hot water, and steam was rising from it, filled with aromas of mint and fresh roses, the petals of which floated on the surface of the water, swaying slightly in small ripples. Zizi dismissed the ribbon of Chris's shirt and carefully removed it. The strong muscular torso of the young man, strong muscles of the arms and abdomen opened to the eyes of the girl. Of course, she had seen her master without clothes before, but now, standing very close to him, the slave was admired by the perfection of the body. Not holding back, she ran her palm over her shoulders, went down onto her chest, lingered for a few seconds to feel the beat of his heart.

“My lord will allow her slave ...”, the mulatto here hesitated a bit, picking up the expression, but then continued, “untie the belt on your pants?”

“I myself,” Chris answered for some reason, embarrassed, “And you ...”

Before he could finish the sentence, Zizi quickly turned around and left the room.

“I'll be right back,” she shouted, “And you go to the bath until the water has cooled and wait for me, my lord!”

The water was still hot thanks to the cunning proposed by Saburo. Before taking a bath, in the walls of the trough, made of well-polished marble, in which there were cavities, put hot stones. They also did not allow the water to cool quickly, even if the room was not sufficiently heated.

Chris quickly got rid of the remnants of clothes, climbed into the water and sat down, leaning on the slightly sloping edge. Pleasant bliss gripped his body. The young man closed his eyes and indulged in dreams of the upcoming night with the beautiful Zizi.

“This is a strange thing,” he thought. “After all, she is only a slave, besides, a dark-skinned one, and I am waiting for the moment when I find myself on one bed, as if this girl are none other than the Queen of England.” But how good!

The bathroom door opened quietly, and Zizi appeared in the steam clubs. Chris frantically shook his head, trying to figure out who was in front of him: his slave or vision. The mulatto's chocolate body barely covered a thin white sheet that barely covered the bottom of her flat tummy. The tight roundness of the breasts tightened this improvised attire, shining through a truly airy material with dark raisins of the nipples. Loose hair fell on the shoulders of wide black streams and shimmered in the glare of candles.

Slave, slowly, went to the edge of the bath, raised her slender leg and stepped into the water. The bed sheet immediately got wet and stuck to her body, becoming almost transparent. Marked flat tummy with an amazing navel dimple, dark crotch triangle, freed from vegetation, strong hips.

The young man raised his eyes and admired the thin graceful neck of a slave, her rounded feminine shoulders, stiffened and from this became even more beautiful breasts with dark nipples sticking out of the beads, surrounded by a wide halo.

“You look like the goddess Calypso,” Chris whispered.

“Come to me, my lord,” Zizi called in a soft, inviting, enveloping voice. “Sit between my legs and try to relax.” I will give you a lot of pleasure, just do not rush. In love games, everything must be done slowly and carefully.

She sat in the bath, spreading her hips wide apart. Chris sat down, as the girl ordered, and lay back, feeling the elasticity of the bust behind him. Then he hesitated a little, not knowing what to do with his hands, but Zizi herself laid them on her legs, and she threw her lord around her neck and gently kissed the back of her head.

After sitting in that position for a couple of minutes and realizing that the young man had calmed down a bit, the slave began to gently stroke him on the shoulders, chest and abdomen, keeping a close eye on the reaction of her partner.As soon as he got a little excited, his caress slowed down or stopped altogether until his body relaxed. Then Zizi started again ... Read more →