Bernard McCollough, fifth Lord of Spookshire, looked out the ornate windows of Downton Ashy at the fields of white slaves, toiling away across his palatial estate. He looked nothing short of ballin' in his three piece purple suit with matching bowler, every bit the Lord his father was, and his father before him, but not his great-grandfather. He was a raggedy-ass nigger, and was expelled from the House of Lords for dropping a plate of pig's feet on the Queen. It was a disgrace to the family name and it took three generations to fully restore the Lordship of Spookshire to a place of honor and prominence. Without Downton Ashy it wouldn't have been possible. Undoubtedly the most majestic and beautiful estate in all the Kingdom, Downton Ashy had hosted the royal family and various foreign dignitaries on numerous occasions, but, alas, failing family fortunes put the future of Downton Ashy in jeopardy.
"Sumumabitch..." Lord Spookshire muttered, pouring himself a snifter of aged malt liquor. He owned hundreds of white slaves, but black cotton wasn't the market it used to be, not like during the heady boom period of the War. There was only one hope for the future, and it hinged on the success of the upcoming royal visit.
"You rang, m'lord." said bumbling manservant Herman Caine, entering lord Spookshire's bedquarters.
"I trust all is in order." the Lord asked.
"Yes, m'lord." Herman Caine responded "All is prepared for the evening arrival of King Leroy Da Fif. The pigs have all been slaughtered, we took the feet, ears, tail, intestines, and jowels, and threw all the leftover useless meat to the white slaves. It will truly be a feast fit for a King!"
"Excellent." the Lord said "Everything must go off without a hitch. My family's legacy, and the future of Downton Ashy depend on it. The king believes he has traveled to Spookshire merely to hunt fox and get crunk, but I have other motives. I aim to propose a marriage pact, that my daughter, the Lady Twi'Kondaneeshqua, enter into a shimmy sham with Prince Barkevious."
"That's marvelous, m'lord." the bumbling manservant said "Of course a bootylicious young noblewoman like Lady Twi'Kondaneeshqua would marry a young strong black royal who can get it like Prince Barkevious, and not a bumbling manservant who has loved and cherished her for years."
"Are you crying?" asked the Lord.
"No, m'lord." Herman Cain said "My eyes are sweating."
"Disgusting!" Lord Spookshire hollered "Begone from my bedchamber, and send Madea to clean up the puddles. This is undignified."
"All apologies, m'lord." Herman Cain said, running out of the bedchamber.
"Don't run!" the lord yelled after him "It, too, is undignified."
It was true, when Herman Cain ran his booty twerked in a most unpleasing fashion.
Lord Spookshire lit a cigar, and opened a Heineken. Black people love Heineken. What's up with that? I think it's because it's the classiest beer at the gas station.
A knock came to the bedchamber door.
"Come in." said the Lord
Madea entered. She stood in the doorway, six-foot-seven-inches of voluptuous glory. All the men in Downtown Ashy, from the highest noble, to the lowliest servant, to the whitest slave desired Madea, but only one man could have her, and he was the only man who knew her secret.
"Oh lerd, I heard dere were some puddles needed cleanded!" Madea scream-spoke, rattling her head around.
"No, my dear," said Lord Spookshire. "There are puddles I need you to make."
"Oh lerd!" moaned Madea. The two black stallions embraced. Madea fell into Lord Spookshire's strong black masculine arms. She tore open his three-piece purple suit to reveal his powerful chest muscles, glistening like onyx in the moonlight. Lord Spookshire, gripped Madea's badonkadonk with his powerful apelike hands.
"Oh, Lerd!" moaned Madea "Eat it like a watermelon, massa!"
The Lord spun her around, and bent her over his fancy ass bed with them comfy sheets. He pulled Madea's skirt over her thunderous cheeks. Her ass hung like two cannonballs. Lord Spookshire licked his thick lips and dove in. You know how brothers be lickin' da booty!
"Oh, lerd!" she moaned in ecstasy "Oh my lerd! I'm so herd! Play with my balls."
Lord Spookshire reached around and tug gently on Madea's heavy nuts, all the while lapping the sides of her black hole with his wide flat tongue.
"Oh my lerd!" moaned Madea.
"Oh mammy!" grunted Lord Spookshire, dropping his pants all the way down to his gator shoes. He removed his thick black snake from his under trousers. It stood, three hands tall, veiny and menacing, pearls of pre-cum oozing slowly from the tip.
"You ready, nigga?" he said "I'm bought to plow yo forty acre wit my mule!"
"Oh lerd, I best be gettin one a dem dere reacharounds!"
"Of course!" said Lord Spookshire "I ain't no faggot."
Bernard McCullogh, fifth Lord of Spookshire shoved his mighty mahogany log deep into Madea's damp dark tunnel of black butt mud.
"OHHHHH LEEEEEEEERRRD!" Madea moaned through the long stroke.
"OHHHHH LEEEEEEEERRRD!" she moaned again, as Lord Spookshire reached around to wrap his large sausage fingers around Madea's rigid staff of black magic which was even even thicker, veinier, longer, and blacker than the Lord's own dark horsecock.
He stroked her as he thrusted, keeping perfect rhythm. The combination of the deep dick and the long stroke was almost too much for Madae to bare.
"OH LERD!" she moaned
"OH MAMMY!" he grunted
"OH LERD!"
"OH MAMMY!"
"OH LERD!"
"OH MAMMY!"
"OOOOOOHHH MYYYYY LEEEEEEEEERRRRDDDDD!"
"MAMMY! MAMMY! MAMMY!"
They came together, Madae's thick ropes of white cum shot out of her throbbing black rod, flooding the comfy sheets of Lord Spookshire's nice ass bed.
Lord Spookshire's thick ropes of white cum shot out of his throbbing black rod, flooding the cavernous insides of Madea's rectum, mixing with the brown raging rivers of dookie and dripping slowly out of her anus and down her balls, falling with a splash to the floor.
The Lord stepped away from that unsavory afterbirth. He put his trousers on, redressed, and adjusted his purple three piece suit, looking just as ballin' as before.
"I trust as always, that you can keep this on the down low."
Madea didn't speak, but she didn't need to, from across the bedchamber, her asshole winked at him.