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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 gasp. I tried to cover it with a cough, but she had already turned around to meet my eyes. The world seemed to stand still and she leaned against the wall. She feels her heart pounding in her throat like it is trapped, and suddenly she is feeling delirious with lust. The words tumbled out of her mouth, I had not planned them, “ John…I have to confess, I am very attracted to you.” She cannot remember the reaction upon my face. All she can remember is the image of me closing the door and walking over to her. My arms rose inches away from my body and my fingers stretched wide open. I seemed to be walking in slow motion and she is frozen in her spot. Her breath caught deep inside her throat, and the sensation of a growing flush spreading across her face. She also feels the familiar sensation of moisture dampening between her thighs. I stopped just inches in front of her and murmured, “ I am very attracted to you.”

I then pinned her against the wall, my chest pressed tight against her back, my hands seizing her ribs to either side of her breasts, holding her body in place. She stood there as I lifted her dress up, and with my foot pushing against her, forcing her to spread her legs apart. I undid my trousers freeing myself, and roughly stroking my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. When I'm fully erect, I pull her white lace panties aside and shove my hard hot cock into her small tight opening, again and again and again, I rose up into her, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard enough that she winces a little with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing me to brush against her cervix and keep her on the tips of her toes. Yet she is enjoying it - she needed it, she craved it, she lived for it, and she definitely did not want it to stop. She has not had sex since her divorce three months ago. It is not just the fullness, the feeling of being rendered complete, whole, every time I embedded myself deep inside her, sheathing and unsheathing myself, surrounding myself with her desire and her lust for me. It is not just the hot juices seeping from her pussy and running down her legs and dripping on the hardwood floor, adding a scent of the forbidden to the foyer. Just as fiercely as I plundered her body, she reached back clutching at my naked, powerful hips, her fingernails burrowing into my skin with the intensity of a dog wanting to rapidly bury a bone. That thought seemed particularly apt to her at the moment, as I repeatedly bury my cock deep within her.

My face pressed into her neck, my breaths are hot, hard, heavy, just like my sex. I'm extremely quiet during sex, whether I'm enjoying a slow, passionate lovemaking or a hard, rough, violent fuck. Always, the only sounds I make are those of my breathing, and a soft groan as my cum erupts into the woman. Renee is whimpering and moaning between her heavy, labored breaths, it is too much for her to take. The primal animal lust, the hard cock pressing her into the wall, the hard cock repeatedly filling her, she cried. The tears begin to come unabated, and she just let them fall. She didn't care. It is too late to care. There is so much she had wanted to do with her life, " Fuck me to death!" She pleaded between sobs, no longer caring. In an instant, her entire being is consumed by what is without question the most powerful climax of her life. No longer is she silent: she screams, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more like a the longtime addict. I knew no one would care about hearing me, I roared with each forceful thrust into her, even as I move faster up into her, no longer merely brushing into her cervix. We sang a raucous, primal duet until, suddenly, I stilled myself, pressed snugly against her cervix, shaking violently as I swelled within her.

As I exploded within her body, our voices continued to sing, she happened to open her unfocused eyes and look out the window across the foyer. Before she can scream from the pain, she feels me literally melt into her, completely fusing with her, so that for another half a heartbeat, we are one single solid entity. Pulling out of her and releasing her from the wall. Leaving absolutely nothing to shield her youthful nakedness from my eager, probing eyes. She is the most deliciously perfect specimen of womanhood I'd seen in a long time. Get into the living room, " Get up on the sofa... on your knees," I ordered, and Renee shamefully obeyed, unable to look me in the eye. She shivered involuntarily as she lowered her naked body to the sofa cushions, flat on her belly. I looked over my prize appraisingly, taking in very slowly the incredible ripe youthfulness of her naked body -- the tantalizing magnetism this young delicacy possed. Her twin, firm buttocks are clenched tightly, like a velvet fist, concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered anus, as her tightly clamped thighs hid the juicy softness of her
tender young wet fucked slit. " Up on your knees!" I barked. " I want to see that brown little eye looking at me!"
Renee obeyed, cringing at my horrible, evil words, but resigned to her plight. Oh, God... why did I ever come to here. I gripped her firm young buttocks with both hands, and spread the deep crevice of her ass with my thumbs,
opening up to my unobstructed view the taut, muscular ring of her tiny cringing anus and the warm, moist pink
softness of her vaginal cleft, her fleshy, puckered lips spread slightly in a tempting display of feminine appeal.

Renee's whole body tenses like a coiled spring, in horrified anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any moment. But she isn't prepared for what happened next--pain, she would have been ready for, but not this...I skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy pussy-hairs that lined the sides of her wet crevice. When the narrow slit is spread wide for my enjoyment, exposing the puckered edges of her cunt, I lower my head to the fragrant lips, catching the young woman completely by surprise. Her body cracked like a whip as my tongue made its first, electric contact with the sensitive, nerve- filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips. " N-no... please," she gasps, her lips trembling as my tongue probes her forbidden pussy deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, could bring such a lascivious response from her body, and that she is powerless to stop it. I open her young, moist vaginal furrow wide with my thumbs, and burrowed my tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of helplessness to her naked body. Her breasts are smashed against the sofa, beneath her kneeling body, and her lovely buttocks are shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to my lustful plundering.

" Oh, please... this is so awful... please stop...please," begged Renee, her face awash with stinging tears, " I don't want to... please!" I knew I was a master with my tongue -- enough women have told me so, and I knew this young naive divorced little bitch is no different from the others. My eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as I thought of my aching cock fucking into this ripe young woman's pussy again, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with my hot, scalding sperm again...reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before...Furrowing my nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-hole, I fastened my teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. I knew I'd found it when her naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd, sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Renee feels her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts. Oh, my God, what's happening to me...I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't help myself! I can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside me! I teasingly roll the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between my partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as I tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with my tongue as Renee squirms to escape the agonizing assault on her naked pussy. She tries vainly to clench her firm buttock's cheeks together, hoping she can shut off my salacious attack, but I held her fleshy half-moons tight in my grip, and my fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tries to pull away, leaving bright red welts between my fingers that criss-crossed her ivory buttocks.

Renee's eyes are tightly shut, still the tears stream like rain down her cheeks. Renee begins to be shattering aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravaging her - - a raging-hot fire that seems to roar from her ravished pussy into her belly -- a fire fanned with seven long months without a man -- a fire she'd tried so hard, so very, very hard to suppress. Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me! I chuckle to myself as her naked hips begin to slowly and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric circles as I nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris. " Oooooooohh... please... pleeessseee!" she moans, her mouth half-open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears have ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head is tossed back, her auburn hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. " Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, I laughed. Well, I'll have to do a real good job! Pleased with myself, I stepped up the pace of my hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, my tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. I had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and I feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against my swirling tongue.

Renee's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet my tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain can muster, she knew she is rapidly losing control. " Oh, damn... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks. I knew I had her right where I wanted her; she is mine to do with as I pleased -- nothing can stop me now. With one last electrifying nibble, I released my tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised my head to look over my helpless captive one more time. Her body continues to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipping from her throat. " Ooohhh, please... don't stop," she moans unconsciously. " Don't stop now! I was almost there!" My face smeared with a leering grin, I brought my ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly. Renee's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she is to consciously giving herself to me again. " No! Not that... I won't let you! I won't!" she screams.

Heedless of her tortured pleas, I buried my thick hardened cock to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of my hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as my thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as I rammed my raging cock deep into her belly. " Ooowwww!!" she moans, her tender passage on fire as my huge long club pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on my heavy shaft. " Oh, please... Please!" Her cries are like fuel for the fire that I feel in my loins, as I slammed my bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again. Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she is cherry if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much... Too much!
With both hands, I reach around her soft thighs and grab her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. I hear her gasp for breath as my hard cock drove deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; I can tell I'm in virgin territory, and it made me feel good to know her ex-husband was less endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She is undeniably mine now, and I aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget! " Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" I shouted. My words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto my thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as my cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts are crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet my plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.

My swollen, throbbing cock feels like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there is no longer any searing pain -- just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide. I reach under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lift her higher, slamming my hard aching cock deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. My fleshy spear slips in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated with her juices that seep from her puckered pussy-lips and trickle down her smooth, supple thighs. I rocked my hips back, pulling my hard shaft from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remains between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist, cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of my long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There can be no doubt about it now -- she is mine, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment. " Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop! That's it, harder! Harder! HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!" I knew the end is close, and with every ounce of strength left in my body, I slam violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting my teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of my buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling my balls so painfully I thought they'd explode.

Just one more deep, grinding thrust...one more! " Oh, damn... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Oooohhh..." she chanted unconsciously below me. I slam my hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying my throbbing cock up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, feeling my hot, surging sperm course along the length of my painfully swollen cock and exploding in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her young, hungry hole for the first time in seven long, agonizing months. Renee feels her muscles loosen from her toes up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of my load as it pumps into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy. I release my grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the cushions. My rapidly deflating prick slips from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of my rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between my bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle. I reached for my shorts, and wipe my limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of my own sperm and Renee's juices from my dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.

" Baby, buy this property," I said after a long pause. Renee pulls herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs. Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me!? Have I turned into some sort of tramp?

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Chapter 1 There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home. The house was over a hundred years old and was huge. To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were. The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things. I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days. It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 5

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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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From my bar stool I could see her, the long dark curls, long smooth legs elongated by a pair of silver five-inch heels. The dress was a shimmering silver, covering her modesty from the front, thin straps allowing her to show off her shoulders, the neck leading up to that face. That face, a heart-shape with rounded cheeks and a very subtle rounded point of the chin. Long shiny earrings hung down, her ears hidden in the mass of curls. The lips were full but free of filler, unlike many others...

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 17

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 16

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 7

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 6

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Plantation slave fucks the masters wife

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Spice PlantationChapter 3

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