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Black Men, A Plantation owner's Wifes Story - Free BDSM Story on holzundhefe.com
Variety has long been considered the, 'Spice of Life', and growing-up, teaches us as we learn from our endeavours, what it is that turns us to do what it is we like. I own a firm with a dozen employees. One of my employees , Wendy always comes to work once a month exhausted after she takes a three day weekend. She has marks on her arms and legs that she tries to hide with makeup. Once I had settled-in and got to know some of the plantation wives, I learnt having a black lover was acceptable, but you must be discrete, and under no circumstances become pregnant, the consequences of such a thing resulted in death, usually in crude abortions and the black lovers castration and brutal killing. I had ridden out one day to meet my husband in the fields and they stared as if some goddess had arrived, some were naked and I tried to avert my eyes, but their manliness was so obvious, especially compared to my husbands, I had wanted to see for myself, as the ladies often spoke of it and aroused my curiosity, and now from the back of my horse I was surrounded by them, each one bigger than the next, this one, now in my kitchen probably did not know then I had chosen him, he was longish and very thick and had my eye, my lips were dry as I shopped, free of charge, and dismounting my horse, walked amongst them, letting my bodily smells waft between them, I knew they had no women, they were kept separate for the white men, and that masturbation amongst them was rife, as was the impossible dream of white women.
On Masta's Plantation
My name is Jeb and I am a slave on a cotton plantation, I live with my woman called Portia and my child called Lil Mary, she being so tiny an all, life is hard but good for us slaves, master Johnson up in the big house is good to us all, well as good as a white master can be to his slaves, but his no good white trash overseer is hard and cruel, they call him Butler, he thinks nothing to whipping any of us slaves for the least lil thing and if in he's in a bad mood or got a hangover, then you best steer well clear of him 'cause that's when the bastard is at his meanest, and you better damn well hope your woman or man is not anywhere near him when he gets a pestering mood on him, cause he just takes what he damn well pleases, and if in you puts up a fight, well that suits him even better, he likes it 'feisty and hot' as he calls it, we niggers call it rape! I's ready for that white trash bastard. My woman works in the kitchen in the big house till late at night so my lil Mary has to be on her own for a few hours but our neighbour looks out for her till me or her ma gets home, but this one night I was jest walking towards the cabin when I heard my lil Mary scream, I rushed to the door and threw it wide open and saw Butler the overseer on top of my lil gel, the bastard was raping her, I could hear here sobbing and him grunting on top of the child, so I reached for my knife and as neither heard me come in, I sneaked up behind them both and slipped the knife between the cheeks of Butlers hairy ass.