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Chapter 18 - The great return



After her encounter with the white teenagers in the bus and seeing how things have turned in the abandoned building, Shanika decided that she cannot keep to live has she wanted in the outside world. To her shame she add realized that she have loved every second of her brutal and humiliating encounter with the three white boys and the beautiful white girl. Even if they have been really mean with her, she has obeyed them and had loved it, a lot. So, she took the only decision that may allow her to be the perfect obedient nigger bitch she wanted to be now.
She contacted the Plantation Club and when Yolanda answered she tells her « Hello ma'am, I's Shanika. I'd like to come back to da club. But i would like to be there longer, much longer. Is that possible to stay a year ma’am? »
« Well, well, well. Hello Shanika. I was expecting some news from you, but no so soon, and not for such a long period. Are you sure about that girl? »
« Yes ma'am » Responded Shanika, with excitement and fear in her voice and the too familiar tingling in her panties at the anticipation of what will happen to her.
« I will inform Mister Richard about your request. It may take some time before i call you back. Be patient girl. »
The next day Shanika's phone was ringing. It was Yolanda who informed her to be at the same office she had met her the first time. She tells her to be there in two days at 10am.
« Mister Richards wants to see you girl. Since you want to be at the Club for a year and since you are such an obedient nigga, he said that he want to show you to a new client of him. This man is real' important, so he expects you to be real polite an' respectful. The man is going to spend a week at the Club. Do a good job and make Massa Richards proud. »
« I's real honored to hear that. I will do my best to be a good nigga fo dis white man and make Massa Richards real proud o’ me » Said Shanika. And she added «I promise i will be da best dumb nigga bitch fo dis nice white gentlemen and give him the respect he deserve, ma'am ». She didn’t know why she said that. Why she had felt the need to degrade herself that way. But once again, she was soaked.

***
Two days later Shanika was let into the building by Yolanda. As they passed in front of Debbie’s office, the young white teen said “Hurry up, nigger. My uncle said he want to see you as soon as you are here. No time for a striptease this time.”
Without waiting Yolanda led her to Mr Richards’s office. There she was, standing in front of the man who is going to own her for the next year. She felt like an a****l trapped in the light of a car.

“Well, well, well” exclaimed Mister Richards as he stood in front of Shanika. I'm pleased to see you, nigger! What was your name again?" he said mockingly.

“I’s Shanika boss. I's real’ happy and honored to be here, suh.” She said with her eyes respectfully downcast and a dumb smile on her face.

“I am glad you have chosen the long term slave contract, nigger" said the white man, his eyes fixed on Shanika's cleavage.

"As you already know by signing this contract” the white man put a paper on his desk in front of Shanika. “You agree to one year of indentured servitude.
This means that you will obey all commands given to and show proper respect to all white peoples.”

Mr Richards paused for a few seconds his speech, looking Shanika in the eyes. “I think I’d like you to lick my shoes, nigger. Would you do that for me?”

“Yes suh boss, right away suh.” She said falling to her knees and getting on her elbows. She leaned forward and, like a dog, started to lick the white man’s shoes.

“Good nigger. Now, what where I saying? Ha yes, while you may be subject to corporal punishment, you will not be injured too badly or permanently marked. We agree to insure that you are fed and sheltered and kept in good health till the conclusion of the contract. Since it’s the third time you come back in such a short period, and since you want to stay with us for a year, I assume you are not really here for the money.”

Without letting her the time to answer he continued. “I think you came back because you love being a nigger a****l and you have understood that it is your place to serve and obey your betters. With that in mind, i assume you don’t mind to be paid half the sum that a normal negro would be for this kind of contract?”

“Yes, suh, boss. I understand suh.” She said between licks on the white men’s shoe. She was now licking the sole of the man’s shoe. She was concentrated on licking everywhere and cleaning her awesome white master’s shoes.

"Very well," he replied. “Get up. Sign here" he instructed her sternly.

Without a word or a second of hesitation, Shanika rose to her feet, leaned forward, looked at the contract and the numbers on the paper and signed where the white man indicated.

“Get back to work nigger.” He said.

And she returned to her knees, licking the man’s shoe.

“As you know, I have a special request for you. One of my clients would like to invest a large sum of money in the Club, but first she want to try it. When I heard that you were willing to sign for a year, I had the idea that it would be nice to give her a nice gift, you. You are one of my favorite and best new nigger and I believe you will not disappoint me. Are you ok with that bitch? ”

“Nigger a****l, bitch” she felt all these words right between her legs, and she liked to know that this handsome white men think of her as a prized gift for conclude an important contract. After all the talks that Mr Richards ad done, the fact that he knew she would come back even for half the money, she was totally soaked and it was hard for her keep her hands on the floor and not start to masturbate right here and know.

“Yes, suh,” she replied. “I sho’ is ok with all that, boss.” She said with saliva running off her mouth, on her chin and on the carpet and the man’s shoes.

“Miss Walton will come any moments now. I want you presentable for her. You are a mess slut. Take your panties off and clean yourself and dry my shoes. I don’t need to remind you to show her the respect she deserves. Just be a good nigger and everything will be all right. Emily is on her way, be quick.”





***

And a short moment later a middle aged beautiful white lady with beautiful long blond hair entered. Shanika was nextr to Mr Richards who was seated at his desk when the door opened.
“Hello my friends.” Said Mr Richards, standing and shaking the hands of the white lady.
“Let me introduce you Shanika. I just buy her a few minutes ago but don’t worry, she is already well trained and ready for use. Strip nigger! Display position! You know how I want it. Be quick, we don’t have all day bitch" He instructed her in a commanding voice.

Miss Walton was looking intently at Shanika with her sharp, cold, beautiful, blue eyes. She looked her up and down like a bird of prey ready to slaughter his meal.

Shanika complied instantly, like a soldier snapping to attention. She got naked, hands behind her head with her fingers laced together and her legs wide spread and her chest out in the familiar display position. She felt her pussy tingle put in this humiliating position. To complete her humiliation in front of the white lady she opened her mouth and put her tongue out on her lower lips.

Shanika was stunned at the matter of fact way Mister Richards referred to her as a nigger in front this stunning white stranger lady! Like she wasn't even there listening to it! But Shanika knew very well what this kind of humiliations did to her pussy. She was creaming like a bitch in heat.

Mister Richards reached out to Shanika and ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing them as if judging the ripeness of melons. Gradually, he moved down and reached between the negro girl's legs. Shanika arousal grew, standing still and looking straight ahead while the white man took liberties with her most intimate parts in front of a complete stranger.

"You are fucking soaked bitch! Turn around and bend over" the white man ordered the negro girl.

Shanika turned to face away from him and his guests and leaned over, her fat black ass only inches from the white man's face.
"Spread," he instructed simply.
Without hesitation, the black girl reached around behind her, and placing her hands on her ass cheeks, spread them. The white man ran a hand down the crack of her ass. the black girl shuddered when he touched her pussy and she started to rub her soaked cunt to the white man’s hand.

“You see Emily. This nigger is completely soaked. Her pussy is creaming like a bitch in heat. Come on, have a try. You can do everything you want with a bitch like her.”

The white lady quickly toke the place behind Shanika and started pushing her fingers inside Shanika’s wet cunt.

“Is That right whore? I can do everything I want with you?”

“Yes ma’am” responded Shanika breathlessly. “you kin use me however you want Mistress. I is your nigga; I is here to serve you and do like you say ma’am”

Without any warning Miss Walton pushed two fingers inside the negro’s asshole while still fucking her cunt and rubbing furiously her clit.

“Hooooo!!! Please Mistress, this nigga need to cum real bad Miss. Please let me cum fo you Mistress. I will cum real quick I promise.”

“Well, I guess we can’t blame a dirty nigger like you. Go ahead, bitch, cum.” She said as she removed her hands, letting Shanika humping the air and drooling like a dumb a****l.

“Ho my god! You look so pathetic! So dumb!” She laughted at Shanika and Mr Richards joined her in mocking the poor helpless negro.

“Get on the floor and make you cum. Do it quick. We don’t have all day. I have a schedule to follow and the road to the club is long. You have one minute nigger.” Said the generous white lady to the stupid nigger bitch.

Shanika fell to the floor and started to rub her cunt like a dog in heat. Less than 30 seconds later she asked the permission to cum. Of course Miss Walton didn’t allow her.

“Hahaha. Your look is priceless, fucking cunt.” They were looking at her and laughing loudly. “She is so nasty and she looks so stupid, she really is a nasty a****l” was saying the perfect white lady.

Breathing heavily Shanika answered “Thank yo ma’am. I’s glad I can untertain you mistress.” Tears was rolling on her face because of the humiliation, but juices where running on her tights too. She was completely overwhelmed with shame and arousal. They were denying her her orgasm even if she had done everything they said. But it was there rights to do it, and if this entertained them, she was happy to do it.

"Good girl," the white lady praised her like she was a puppy. "Get on your knees dummy. I think I’d like to see you clean the floor. Look, you have left a real mess. Clean your slime nigger, lick it for me" She said with a big grin on her face. “and look at me while you do it. I want to see the shame on your stupid monkey face”

Once again, Shanika did what she was told immediately. She did an about face and knelt before the white lady, and she leaned forward, lowered her face to the floor and started licking.
"I said look me in the eyes, stupid bitch!" she commanded.
Shanika looked up at her between licks on the dirty carpeted floor.

"Tell me girl," she asked her, "Are you really a nigger bitch?"

"Yes, ma’am," she replied. "I sho' is a nigga mistress. I ain't nothin' but a dumb nigga fo' da nice white folks, ma’am."

Smiling, Miss Emily reached down and touched the top of Shanika's head much in the same way she'd pat a dog that had pleased her.

“Mr Richards, I must say I am very pleased with your nigger bitch training. She is very obedient and I should even say, pretty cute for a nigger” said the white lady to Mister Richards. She turned to Shanika who was still licking the floor at the feet of the elegantly dressed white goddess “I am afraid I have to go. I have an other appointment today but I will see you tonight at the club. I am sure we are going to be very good friends” she said sarcastically to Shanika. Laughing she put her cute high heels on the back of the negro head and rubbed her face on the floor, crushing her big nigger nose and big lips on the carpet.
Without removing her foot from the stupid negro woman head she shook Mr Richards hands with a big smile on her face. “See you soon Carl. I am sure I won’t regret my investment.” And she leaved without another word or look for Shanika.

“Well, I think we should go now” said the white man, throwing a long coat to the black girl to cover her body. “Get up and come here. I like my niggers with collar and leash” he said, fastening a big leather dog collar aroubd Shanika neck and attaching a short leash to it. Tugging gently on her leash he said “Come on nigger, it’s time to be a real slave.”
"Yes, suh, boss,"


***



When they arrived outside a limo with dark tainted glass was parked nearby waiting for them. The driver door of the limo opened and a middle aged light skinned black woman in a chauffer's uniform stepped out and opened the back door and held it open. Mister Richards stepped into the car with Shanika right behind him. Her heart was pounding so loud that she was thinking they could ear it.
Shanika climbed in. She'd never been in a limousine before. There were two long black leather upholstered seats with a good bit of leg room between them. One faced forward and one faced the rear.
Mister Richards sat in the forward facing one and patted the seat next to him and Shanika sat beside him. The leather felt cool and smooth on her bare ass. She was still very nervous about going for a ride through the downtown streets in a state of complete undress, having left her clothing behind in the office. The chauffer closed the door after her. She walked up to the front of the car and got behind the wheel.
The motor started and the limo rolled out onto the boulevard. Outside, people strolled down the sidewalks. Cars, trucks, and buses drove by, all going about their mundane business. Meanwhile, inside the stretch limo, the naked negro women was on her knee between the white man’s legs sucking noisily the dick of her new master and legal owner for the next year to come.

"Such a good cock sucking nigger," he groaned, once his cock was completely stiff. Shanika began bobbing her head hungrily like a slut.

Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he said "Thank me for making you a nigger slave" he said, tapping his cock on her lips.

"Thank you, suh, fo making me yo nigga slave massa” said Shanika, shame enflaming both her cheeks and cunt.

He shoved his cock back in her mouth violently and fucked her face, making her gag as his balls bounced off her chin. He pulled back out, there were tears in her eyes from the gagging.
“Say it again nigger”
Somehow, Shanika wanted to make him happy at her own humiliating expense, "Thank you massa fo putting me in my place suh. Thank yo so much fo enslaving such a dumb nigga like me massa. I is real grateful tht…hmmm "

Again he slammed his cock in her mouth again "Yes nigger! You are just a fucking cum bucket.” He said as he grabbed her by the hair with both hands and started fucking her face balls deep with long hard strock.

Shanika nodded her head looking him up with his big white cock buried in her throat. She wanted his white cock deep in her mouth, she wanted to serve him as the submissive nigger she knew she was.

"You are such an eager cocksucker for white cock. You were born to serve nigger" he grunted as he fastened his fucking of the negro’s face. Yes, this is the job she was born to do she tough.


Mr Richards put his hands behind Shanika's head and began bucking his hips with even more power. The black girl took it valiantly in spite of choking and sputtering. He humped her for a couple of minutes, pushing his dick in her mouth and throat violently, his balls bouncing off her face, spit drooling from her mouth and nose her eyes watering.
Wet slurping sounds punctuated by gags and grunts filled the back seat of the limo. Mister Richards fucked furiously the face of the black girl. Her face was mashed up against the white man's crotch. Long strings of spittle dripped onto her swaying breasts while Carl bucked his hips, plunging his dick down her throat and bouncing his balls off her chin. Suddenly he grabbed her skull and jerked her head off of his cock.
“I’ve got a treat for you bitch.” She looked up with a surprised expression as the white man spit in her face.
"You like gettin' your face fucked, bitch?" asked the handsome white men.
"Uh huh," agreed Shanika, nodding her head.
"Say it cunt," he ordered.
"I likes gittin' my face fucked, suh" said Shanika.
Carl drew his hand back and slapped Shanika hard across the face, sending the spittle hanging from her chin flying.
Whap!
"Tell me you like it because you are just a dumb nigger bitch whore," commanded Mister Richards calmly.
He slapped her again.
Whap!
"I love sucking yo cock cause I's a dumb nigga bitch whore," repeated Shanika.
Mister Richards bent over and put a hand on each side of Shanika's face. He began slapping her lightly, but rapidly, with one hand and then the other.
Whap. Whap Whap. Whap Whap. Whap Whap. Whap
"You are a cocksucking slut, ain't you bitch?"
Whap. Whap Whap. Whap Whap. Whap Whap. Whap
"Uh huh," replied Shanika as he continued to slap her face. "I's a cocksuckin' bitch... slut... nigger…whore... like you say boss."
Taking his hands away, the white man bent down even closer, tears from the slapping rolled down Shanika’s cheeks. Mister Richards spitted a big thick splotch of saliva on the black girl's face, right on her forehead.
"Open your mouth, bitch,"he commanded.
Shanika opened her mouth, but Carl grabbed her face and forced it open even further before spitting right in it. He released her and straightened up. A second later he plunged his dick into her open mouth and resumed fucking her face, forcing her up against him with his hands on the back of her head. She looked up at it, her face dripping with saliva and precum, she was a total mess. The white man stuffed his dick into the colored girl's mouth as deep as he can. She gagged and sputtered as he shoved his cock down her throat. Her cheeks and throat bulged as she took the face fucking. He was forcing her as deep as possible. Again, the sound of spitting was heard and another splatter of saliva dripped onto Shanika's forehead.
Without a word, the man released his sperm inside Shanika's throat. In a few seconds sperm erupted from her nose. The guy pulled his cock out and streams of sperm splashed the black girl in the face. He kept strocking his dick on her face, covering her with cum, saliva and snort. Cum was dripping off her face and out of her nose.

“Keep your face hole open nigger. I have to take a piss. You should better not make a mess"
The colored girl did as she was instructed, her mouth open. At the foot of the white man. He was holding his dick, pointing it at the negro girl the way man holds it while standing in front of a urinal. A few seconds later, he let loose a stream of piss that hit Shanika in the face. He guided the stream to her open mouth. There was not so much piss, so she could manage to swallow the whole stream of yellow liquid except from the first blast of piss she took in the face. The stream of urine subsided and finally gave out.
"Hold it... Hold it...,"
Mister Richards spat again in Shanika's piss filled mouth.
“Swallow” he said simply
She tried, but she coughed and some of it spilled out of her mouth and dripped off her chin.
"I's sorry," she apologized. "I couldn't he'p it."
"It's okay," said the man. "Lick the piss of the floor and we're done."
"A'right," agreed Shanika.
Shanika kneeled on the ground on all fours, she lowered her face slowly till her nose was on the pissy floor and she began to lick like a big nigger dog, the piss of the white men.
Shanika looked up at the white man, her piss soaked hair matted to her forehead, and a glob of spit still on her cheek and cum on her forehead and nose and she smiled broadly in her degradation to the dominant white man.
"Thank you, suh," said Shanika.

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Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation When the air turns cool and crisp, it seems the energy it takes to get out of a warm bed becomes insurmountable. Looking out the bedroom window at the sun, as it begins its daily peak over the eastern most hill of the plantation, I gather my will and toss the covers off and heavily flop my feet to the cold floor. My robe is unfortunately...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 1

The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 1 She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere – working long, tedious hours at the law firm. Still, her vacations always brought her here to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage. So it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. This time it would be a little different. In the past she had always stayed at one of the...

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I was born on a cotton plantation September 4, 1882 in East Texas. If you drew an equal sided triangle with the base running from Longview to Tyler, the Pomeroy Plantation, founded by my great grandfather Rufus Leroy Pomeroy I, would be in the middle of the triangle.The Pomeroy Plantation was in the mist of a complete revival from the ravages of the War of Aggression, wrought by the Yankees, and the scourge of Yankee Carpetbaggers.My father, Rufus Leroy Pomeroy III, thru his personal genius had...

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Sugar Cane Plantation

She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere – working long, tedious hours at the law firm. Still, her vacations always brought her here – to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage. So it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. This time it would be a little different. In the past she had always stayed at one of the big resorts. The ones with the private beaches, and golf...

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Plantation Slave

The beautiful naked blonde hung by her chained wrists from the whipping post on the auction block, her body still bearing the scars of her vicious bullwhipping at the hands of the disciplinarian. She had received 100 lashes with the « special » bullwhip which was only used on incorrigible slaves who dared to try to escape. She was easily identified by the numbers which had been branded deeply into her breasts. « X53 » on the right breast and « 211 » on the left. The intense tropical sun beat...

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House Slave on Hopkins Plantation 2

Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Defiantly, she looks directly at me as if gauging my level of charge. Without even a sound she abruptly steps on the wagon rung and climbs in the seat next to Ed. Her posture straight and proud, as if mocking her newly acquired position of purchased property. My property, and I am damned if this will be allowed. Staring with her eyes facing...

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Briannas MasterChapter 5 The Plantation

Before leading her off the boat, Howard fastened her hands behind her back with some type of handcuffs. Brianna didn’t know why. She wouldn’t try to escape. There was no where that she could go. Then he attached a leash to her collar and led her off the ship drawing several lewd comments from the men complimenting her Master on his property. It was the kind of humiliation that she was starting to get used to. Off the ship, her Master led her to an open wagon that was loaded with the Master’s...

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The Angry Whore Book 2Chapter 13 A New Plantation

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Spice PlantationChapter 8

We brought some lunch back in by the fireplace and ate with me sitting on the floor and Judy sitting on my lap. Of course we were both still naked. I was coming to find - and I think Judy was also - that spending the weekend naked was great. Neither of us had ever spent a long time at a stretch in the nude, but now we hadn't worn anything since Friday afternoon - almost three full days so far. We no longer thought it odd to head to the kitchen to get food or downstairs to the playroom or...

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Growing up on a plantation

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Toby and I grew up on a large cotton plantation in the south of Alabama in the 1840's. We owned over 100 nigger slaves. They were all given American names after Father bought them. More than three quarters of them were bucks. In our family there was my father (we always called him Father), my mother and my sister, Beth who was almost two years older than me, and...

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Growing up on a plantation

Introduction: Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N word and other terms that few use now are used often, as it would have been at the time this story happened. It is just fiction and intended to be fun and interesting porn. If you will be upset by what you will read in it, please do not read it. Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N...

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pain pleasure of plantation

Susan was woken early by all the commotion ? well, it was early for her although most of her slaves had already been toiling for at least four hours in the boiling hot Caribbean sun. She ambled over to the balcony to see if she could find out what was going on; unlike most of the plantations on the island, the land close to the house had been turned over to crop growing rather than ornamental gardens which was the custom. As far as Susan was concerned, it was pointless having plants and flowers...

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The Angry Whore Book 2Chapter 11 The Blanchart Plantation

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White whore on the slave plantation pt 1

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Plantation Overthrow Gangbang

‘Bend over, nigger,’ Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn’t want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...

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Plantation Overthrow Gangbang

"Bend over, nigger," Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn't want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...

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Plantation Slave

X53211, Plantation Slave ?????????????????????????????????????????? X53211, Plantation Slave The beautiful naked blonde hung by her chained wrists from the whipping post? on the auction block, her body still bearing the scars of her vicious bullwhipping at the hands of the disciplinarian. She had received 100 lashes with the ?  special ?  bullwhip which was only used on incorrigible slaves? who dared to try to escape. She was easily identified by the numbers which had been branded deeply...

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Plantation Lullabies

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Plantation Living

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House Slave on Hopkins Plantation 3

Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Laying on her back on the workbench with her arms stretched over her head is Hannah. Surrounded by three others, her hair is tangled and matted and she is drenched in sweat. The tears streaming down her face leave salty trails out the side of her eyes; she has a permanent grimace showing her stark white teeth. Her plump mother Adena, the head...

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White whore on the slave plantation part 2

James returned to the house as dusk fell, “Where is Jessica, I thought she was with you?” Maria asked. “She went skinny dipping with the slaves, so I had her collared and branded,” James informed her. “Very funny, so where is my daughter?” Maria asked. “Chained up naked in the slave house as a kind of naked whore,” he explained. “That’s not funny!” Maria protested, “I know she is wilful and out of control.” “Not any more she’s chained up in the hut, there was a whole row of...

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The Plantation of Love and Tragedy

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Orton Plantation in North Carolina

Maria my real estate broker told me young assistant is in North Carolina waiting for me at the Orton Plantation. She will show me the property and be available to me for my needs. Her name is; Renee age 29 and she got her divorce three months ago. I arrived at the plantation and walked into the house, Renee is bending over to pick up some dropped papers and she feels my eyes upon her body, admiring and checking her out, she had heard a nearly silent sound come from my mouth, like a little...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 5

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Black Men A Plantation owners Wifes Story

He stood before me, a giant of a man, dirty and ragged with muscles rippling on his stomach, and as I walked around him, my eyes traced his thin waist and the V on his taut buttocks, my favorite part when looking at a man, but what excited me about this particular encounter, he was mine, not by an affair attached to the heart, no this was business, he was mine as a gift from my husband, to amuse myself with, this was a plantation in the deep south, and he was my slave, my private property, and...

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Plantation Lullabies

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The Black brotherhood Club

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On the Plantation

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Plantation slave fucks the masters wife

It's 1850, 10 years prior to the silver war. Matthew and Rebeca Johnson own a small plantation in Georgia. Matthew is 52 and Rebecca is 45.They are c***dless after trying for years to conceive. Since she has just gone thru the 'change of life' they know it will never happen.It is noon on a Sunday. They have just returned home from attending church service where Rebecca sings in the choir and Matthew is a church elder. Matthew has just left to go to the auction in town as he does every Sunday....

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 4

When she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the bathroom she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other room where she found June. June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny expression and replied “Neither right now love. I have something that I need very much like for you to do for me”. Cynthia assured her she would and wondered why she even asked. June...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 3

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 2

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I woke to the sound of Blue barking on the front porch as he always does. He has an ongoing feud with a riverboat that makes its way up the river every other day. The sun was just rising and shown in the windows. The home was quiet as always other than blue. I called him and he came into the bedroom and put his big head on the bed and looked at me with his big soulful light-blue eyes and a silly look on his face. Blue is a large hound, originating in Australia and the breed is called Catahula...

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White Plantation WIfe Breed by Blacks

The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina. I’m the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves. My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun. But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom….and they’ve got a different kind of work to do! ‘Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger...

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