The Plantation 2: The Black Man's Curse (Interracial Black MMMM/White F Erotica) E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Anne Meckling and her husband, Bill are plantation owners next to another plantation owned by Susan and John. When the two couples head out to an auction to buy more plantation workers, Susan lets her friend in on a little secret... she's seen the magnificent rod of not just one black man, but three. Anne is shocked and surprised that her neighbor, and more importantly her friend has not only seen one of her worker's manhood but she's gone a few steps further with three of them. Anne warns Susan of the dangers of her actions and heads back home with her husband after buying 4 new workers for the plantation.

On her ride there, a voice whispers to her, the black man's curse. Unbeknownst to Anne, Susan had blamed another worker to protect the three black men she had experienced. As he was led away, he laid a curse on the lands, claiming that all the plantation owners' wives will crave their black workers. When Anne arrives home, the curse slowly takes over her until she can no longer hold it in. She heads out to the small farm holding their 4 newly bought big black workers.

Once there, she has quite the encounter and an experience she would never be able to have with her husband. As the night goes on, the curse causes her to go absolutely wild in the hot grasps of the 4 big black men. But is her insatiable hunger a match for the never ending endurance of the 4 big black men?

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The Plantation 2

The Black Man’s Curse

By Trevon Carter

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The Plantation 2: The Black Man's Curse (Interracial Black MMMM/White F Erotica)

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John took another long sip of his whiskey and planted his cup down on the bar.  He grimaced as the burning sensation ran through him.  The bartender nodded at him before wiping off the counter.

“Damn John, I can’t believe it.  A nigger touched your wife and then another nigger went and saved her?”  The man sitting next to John questioned.

“Yeah, fuckin’ niggers,” John replied, finishing his whiskey.

He snapped down his fingers and pointed at his cup, signaling for another shot.  The bartender grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured another cup.  John nodded and placed some money on the counter.

“Fuckin’ crazy John.  You need to whip them a bit more, get them to understand that they are nothin’,” the man said.

“You think I don’t whip them enough Bill?  I beat the hell out of these niggers day in and day out and I still end up with this shit,” John replied angrily.

“Sorry John, didn’t mean to spark anythin’ there.  I just noticed that some of these fuckers near my lot are treatin’ their niggers like people.  People!  Can’t believe this shit.  What is the fuckin’ world coming to if these niggers think they can just wander around freely,” Bill said.

“That’s probably what it is.  You know Tom?  The fucker next to me?”  John asked.

“Know him?  I hate that motherfucker.  Ain’t he originally from one of them European countries?”

“Yep.  He has these... house slaves.  But not just women as maids or anything.  I mean fuckin’ cotton pickers out and about in his home,” John said.

“See?  That’s the shit that I’m talkin’ about.  Annoys the shit out of me man.  These fuckers with their new age thoughts and shit.  Makes the other niggers think they can be free,” Bill replied.

“Yeah, so he came around with his wife, and brought some of his house niggers over.  I bet that’s where that one fucking nigger got the idea,” John said as he took another drink.

“Shit, these fuckin’ niggers are going to mess with our health.  Hey barkeep, another round,” Bill ordered.

The bartender nodded and poured another two glasses of whiskey and slid them down.  Bill and John tapped glasses and took the whiskey down in one shot.  They both grimaced as the liquid burned through them.

“You goin’ to the auction?”  Bill asked.

“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about it.  Goin’ to need a couple new niggers now that a couple are gone,” John replied.

“Let’s outbid the shit outta that fucker Tom.  No more house niggers for that nigger lovin’ fucker,” John said.

“Sounds good to me.  Shit, what time is it?”  John asked.

“Near midnight,” the bartender replied.

“Shit, time for me to go.  The missus has been feelin’ sick,” John said as he plopped more money on the counter and stood up.

John staggered away from his stool as Bill paid his tab and stood up.  The two were fairly drunk as they headed out of the bar.  They laughed as they both nearly tripped on the step up to the front door and then headed out.

The trip home was hazy, the drinks a bit stronger than John had anticipated.  He wandered by Tom’s farm and he stopped.  John unzipped his pants and unloaded his bladder on his neighbor’s farm, angrily giving the farm the finger as he did so.

“Fuck you Tom!”  John shouted angrily.

After finishing up, he struggled to make his way home.  He was angry and wanted to beat one of his slaves but decided against it, for now.  His wife was sick and he had to at least check up on her once.

He struggled with his door and finally made it in.  After looking around to make sure he was in his house and not his neighbor’s; he began making his way up the stairs.  Once he reached the master bedroom, the ground beneath him squeaked loudly.

“Honey?”  Susan, his wife, called out.

“Hey... yeah... it’s me...”  John slurred as he made his way to the bed.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his shirt out from under his pants.  Susan briefly looked at her overweight husband and sighed as she could guess what was next.  She wasn’t really sick, just worried that her husband would be able to tell that she was much more... loose.

As her husband pulled down his pants and boxers, he smiled, showing off his tiny white penis.  Susan sighed as she saw his manhood, feeling disappointed after her experience with three big black slaves.  He was easily only a quarter the size of the slaves’ members.

“You... still feelin’... sick?”  John asked as he hiccupped.

He nearly fell to the side as he pulled his leg out from his pants.  Susan wondered if she should continue lying or try something else.  In his drunken state, John could, at times, be somewhat abusive.

“Yeah, I still feel a little slick, but I can’t leave you like that,” Susan said as she put a finger to her lips.

John smiled and moved his hips around, making his small, little penis flop around.  “That’s what I like to hear.”

“I don’t think I can really go wild tonight but how about I help you out with my lips?”  Susan suggested seductively.

John grinned and began stroking himself as Susan slowly got out of bed and crawled towards the edge.  She licked her lips and reached out with her right hand, wrapping her fingers around his still flaccid shaft.  Her tongue slowly made its way under the tip of his penis and gently licked.

Susan’s face scrunched as she tasted his sour penis.  It wasn’t anything like the manly, salty flavor of the slaves.  She sighed as she licked the underside of his penis, slowly making it to his small white balls.

The tip of her tongue reached his balls fairly quickly and Susan slowly made her way back.  His unimpressive penis slowly stood at attention, turning hard in her hand.  John groaned as he teetered back and forth in his drunken state.

She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked, making him groan louder.  It was like taking a small lollipop in her mouth, just not anywhere near as sweet or tasty.  She moved in closer and his entire penis fit in her mouth without even touching her throat.

Susan sucked hard and fast, feeling his throbbing member tremble.  John ran his fingers through her hair and groaned.  Susan reached around and squeezed his ass and within seconds, she felt his legs buckle.

“Oh... oh yeah...”  John groaned.

His tiny little penis squirted a tiny bit of his sour cum into her mouth.
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