Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 10:40:37 +0100
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Subject: Plantation Temptations Part 1

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Plantation Temptations
Part 1 Arrival of the New Master

Eric Weston, 22 years old, scion of a wealthy shipping family, boarded the
train from New York to Washington, wondering what a tobacco plantation in
Virginia would smell like, wondering what it would be like to actually own
human beings.

In the nation's capitol he wondered when war with the southern states would
break out, and boarded another train for Richmond where he spent the night.
The next morning he took a coach to Franklin, where a black man sitting of
the driver's seat of a carriage descended and approached him. "Master
Weston?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I be sent from the house to fetch you."

When Eric smiled a beautiful white-toothed grin blossomed on the negro's
face. He removed his straw hat and bowed slightly. He wore a white cotton
shirt cut too short so that his belly button showed. His pants were of the
same thin cotton fabric dyed beige, cut off and rolled up just below the
knee. They were held up by a thick red cord meant for a curtain. A thick
penis pushed the fabric forward nicely. When he bent over to pick up a bag
Eric smiled at the round buttocks, which he owned now, and looked around.
No one on that side of the buggy, so when the negro bent over again Eric
grasped a buttock in his large hand. "Nice and firm," he said.

When the negro froze Eric stroked the muscle before poking his fingers in
the crack and tickling the ass hole. "Master," the negro said. "Someone
might see."

Eric looked around, then moved his hand farther between the spread legs,
weighing the testicles before pulling on the pulpy penis. "Better get on
with your work then. What's your name, boy?" Eric had learned to call them
boy since reading his uncle's letters even though the man was a good ten
years older than himself.

"Rufus, Master."

"Rufus, huh?" Eric leaned close to his driver. "Not the Rufus that Uncle
James has been fucking since you were a beautiful young boy? He wrote the
most wonderful letters describing how you moan like a happy infant when
your ass is stuffed with thick white meat. He wanted to bring you north one
summer just for me but Aunt Julie said that sort of thing belongs down
here. She might have had a different opinion if she'd known Uncle James had
nobody but me to pound all summer."

"That be me, Master." Rufus' pants now tented out embarrassingly.

When three ladies in summer dresses walked around to their side of the
carriage Eric took the straw hat of his driver's head and said, "Take your
hat off and bow when ladies walk by, Rufus." Eric did the same.

"Yes, Master." Rufus held the bowl of his hat over his erection and bowed
to the three women who smiled at Eric's gallant gesture.

 In the open buggy he studied the black driver's short cropped hair, broad
back and narrow hips. A bit of ass cleavage showed below the shirt. When
they turned between two huge magnolias and drove past fields of tobacco the
driver said, "This be where your property begins, Master Weston Sir. It be
the biggest and richest plantation in the whole state, they say."

In a clump of trees Eric asked Rufus to stop the buggy. "How old are you?"
He surveyed the fields and the fifty or so negro workers who walked through
the tobacco.

"About 30, Sir. I'm told." Rufus turned on the driver's bench and smiled at
the handsome young northerner who now had complete power of life and death
over him and everyone on the property.

Eric sat next to him facing backwards. "Before their tragic deaths did
Uncle James still fuck you regularly?"

"No, Master. He liked his boys real young, and real tight. Said he liked to
hear them squeal like piggies on a spit. Said I was his best squealer."
Rufus laughed at his childhood memories. But he kept me the longest and
kept me real happy, Master. Always remembered his boys too, and wanted them
to stay happy like he was. Shall we continue, Master?"

Eric looked between Rufus' legs. His tumescent penis had made a wet spot on
his pants. "Drop your pants, Rufus." The slave stood and let his pants fall
to his ankles. Being barefoot he easily kicked them off, bent over and laid
them on the seat. Eric took hold of the semi-erection, the shaft as black
as fresh brewed coffee. He slicked back the smooth foreskin to expose the
violet black head. Wet with pre-cum it glistened like a rare, delicious
fruit, perfectly formed and ready to be eaten. Not nearly as big as his own
it was perhaps seven inches long, but thick as a bottle, like his own.

Eric reached down to the testicles, heavy, like lemons, almost like his
own. He grinned, now knowing why Uncle Jim liked fucking him so much. He
liked big organs dangling under his prey's tight anus. Eric held the base
of the penis with one hand to keep the foreskin back and then slid his
middle finger and thumb up the shaft to milk out a large puddle of
pre-cum. Then he stuck out his tongue and covered the beautiful purple cock
head with his mouth.

Rufus lost track of reality for a moment and held his master's head. With a
loud "Ahhhh," he pushed himself into his master's mouth. Eric gagged but
accepted the organ as best he could. Rufus immediately released his
master's head and tried to pull back, but Eric held the hard buttocks and
pulled him back. One, two and three. On the forth try the thick organ slid
down his throat. Rufus held Eric tight and pumped a few times moaning
before saying, "Master, someone might see."

"So what? This is my place."

"But strangers sometimes walk along this road. It be so pretty and all, by
the river. You get me in trouble, Master."

"Dress yourself and let us go on then."

"Yes, Master."

"But loosen your trousers so I can see the crack of your ass as we
drive. You look very nice from the back."

Rufus grinned again at his new master, puzzled, and said, "Yes, Master,"
and did as he was commanded. Eric adjusted the worn fabric of the brown
pants so Rufus was sitting on them with the back of his ass exposed. The
hard round buttocks seemed to clutch the wooden seat's leather cover as
they drove on until dusk before reaching the manor house. Eric had mixed
feelings about inheriting a plantation with more than a hundred slaves, but
he thought he might like being master, for a while at least.

The main house surprised him. He'd expected white columns and sun porches,
but instead he stood before a 3-story red brick house with white trim. The
front entrance was covered with a French art nouveau glass roof. Rufus
stopped the carriage and stood, holding his loose pants over his genitals,
his ass completely naked behind. Eric stood too, reached forward, ran his
hand several times over the firm, silken buttock, pushed a finger in toward
the anus, smelled it and said, "You can tighten your pants now Rufus. And
keep your ass clean, Boy. You never know."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master." The embarrassed man tightened the draw
string of his pants just as the front door opened and a young, pregnant
woman appeared.

Behind her came Mr. Jackson, the plantation foreman, very drunk. Eric took
an instant dislike to him. "Get the master's bags up to his room, Rufus.
Help him, Rena, you lazy bitch." Jackson said and pushed the pregnant girl
forward.

"Where are the rest of the house servants?" Eric asked.

"Taken off to jail after the master and mistress were found dead last
month."

Before dinner Eric wanted a bath. When Rena began carrying heavy jugs of
water up the stairs to his room Eric asked, Where are you getting the hot
water from?"

"The kitchen, Master."

"Then I shall bathe in the kitchen, Rena."

Looking surprised Rena bowed. "Yes, Master." In the kitchen Eric stripped
as Rena filled the short tub Rufus had brought in. She tried to avoid
looking at her new master, but was fascinated by the beautiful, strong
white man whose penis rivaled that of her man, Samuel, but for its delicate
white appearance. After stepping out of the warm water he said to her,
"Tell Rufus to bathe now and to clean his anus and genitals well, and then
you may bathe too."

"Thank you, Master." Rena smiled. Before leaving the kitchen she said,
"Mr. Jackson is a bad man, Master."

Puzzled Eric asked, "Is he the father of your child?"

"No, Master. Samuel is, but Mr. Jackson is mean and dishonest, Sir."

After dinner, alone in the library, Eric went over the estate books, then
he called Jackson who was nowhere to be found.

"He's whoring in the sheds, Master Sir," Rena said.

Eric searched Jackson's room and found a large sum of cash. In a shed he
found Jackson, drunk, slumped on a dirty couch, his legs apart. A girl of
about fifteen squatted over him riding his half erect penis. Another knelt
between his legs sucking his balls. Disgusted, Eric turned to go back into
the house and bumped into Rufus who embraced him so he wouldn't fall and
whispered in his ear, "If the Master got the need, I be happy to squat over
you like Tassy here is doing for Mr. Jackson."

"Let's get out of here." Eric stammered. In the house Rena and Rufus stood
waiting for orders. Eric went into the library. "Pour me a whiskey, will
you please, Rufus." He sat on a soft Turkish couch upholstered in dark red
leather

"Yes, Master." He glanced at Rena, unused to being treated so politely.
Rena immediately went to her master and removed his boots, then helped him
out of his jacket.

"Be an angel and go turn the bed down, Rena. It's been a long day."

"Yes, Master." Rena smiled and went up the stairs.

Eric took a sip of whiskey and said, "Bring the water, Rufus." He poured in
enough to make the drink palatable while Rufus studied him carefully. "I
like it about half and half, if that's what you're wondering. Take a sip
and you'll know by the taste." Rufus shook his head. "Never had any
before?" Rufus shook his head again. "Then drink half the glass right
now. It'll do you good."

Rufus did as he was told, shook his head and blew out his breath. "They
call it firewater for good reason, Master." He laughed.

"I guess they do." Eric sipped his drink and looked about the room; a real
man's room, he thought, green glass lights, lots of leather, and a strange
stool, like a prayer bench only higher. It was padded both where the knees
went and also at the top, which was wide enough for a torso to lay over. It
was high too.

"That's for the boys, Master." Rufus said. "I got took on that bench. You
kneel on it to say your prayers, and you ass is just the right height for
your uncle, Master James, to fuck the daylights out of you. It sure was a
surprise the first time." Rufus grinned.

"Take your clothes off, Rufus."

"Yes, Master Sir." Once naked Rufus moved toward the desk where he knew the
bottle of lubricating oil was.

"Don't move yet," Eric whispered. "Let me look at you." Eric grinned. "Turn
around. And again." Not unlike himself, Eric thought. Rather shorter,
smaller hands and feet, but the same lean, muscular, thin-waisted build.
Eric gulped down his drink, stood and began to undress. Rufus was there
immediately to help him.

Once naked they smiled at each other until Rufus said, "You big like your
uncle. Would be nice on me if you was to a little slow at first, Master."
Eric sat again and nicked Rufus over. The slave got between his legs and
sucked the fine, giant cock into his mouth, caressed the huge testicles
like precious fruits. "Master Eric, you a real pretty man." He went back to
sucking the beautiful organ, sliding it over his face, licking, sucking,
happy as any man could ever be, until Eric was good and hard and ordered
him up on the prayer stool. "But Master, Sir. I need some oil. It be in the
desk drawer."

"Up on the stool, Boy."

"Yes, Master." Rufus climbed up, fear making his erection fade.

"Spread your ass cheeks." Rufus leaned his torso on the padded leather rail
and reached behind. When his ass was wide open Eric said, "Now relax. I
want to see it open and close for me. It took Rufus a few minutes to
relax. Once he did and the lovely pink center opened he gasped. Eric's
tongue played circles around the sphincter, then poked inside.

"Master? What you doing?"

"Never had your ass licked before, Boy?

"Never by a white man, Sir."

"Well, I hope I can do it as good as some tight, young boy of yours." Eric
grabbed the stiffening black cock to guide the ass over his mouth. Rufus
spread his cheeks as wide as he could and squirmed over the tongue every
time it entered him. Like a dance Rufus' hips made circles and backward
thrusts. He panted, his cock dripped. Eric used the slime to jack him off
until he was ready to pop. Then he let go again and chowed into the black
anus, opened now, exposing its hidden pink center, waiting for the hot
white tongue to pleasure it.

"Oh, Master. You got to get your cock up me real soon before my dick go
dead."

"Not just yet, pretty boy." Eric went to the desk where he brought back the
bottle of oil, a towel and a straight edge razor.

When Rufus saw the razor he cried, "Please, Master. I didn't ask for
that. Please. Don't hurt me, Master. I do whatever you want. Please,
Master, Sir. Oh, no. Please!"

"Shush," Eric soothed him. "I won't hurt you. Spread your ass again." Rufus
whimpered and trembled. "Spread them. That's right. Your ass is nice and
tight again." Rufus whimpered and begged. "Shush," Eric said and smeared
the ass with oil. Then he carefully began to shave the ass cheeks and
anus. "That's it. Now loosen up a little. There're some hairs close in I
want to get." Eric worked calmly and delicately. When the anus was totally
shaved he worked on the testicles. Finally he said, "Just how I like them,
like a little boy." He wiped Rufus clean of hair, he hadn't drawn a drop of
blood, and tongued him again. "Oh, yes. Aren't you the prettiest thing
now." After another few minutes Rufus was begging again to be fucked.

"Well, climb on down and let's see how good you are at doing just what I
did." Eric got up on the bench and spread his ass. Rufus had been taught to
suck ass as a little boy and had liked it all his life. He worked on his
master with love and devotion until Eric's head hung in ecstasy and his
cock dripped long drools on the rug. "Do you think you can shave me without
making a mess?" Eric looked back at his negro. Rufus grinned.

"I do my best, Master. I'd rather cut my throat than hurt your pretty ass."

"Then do your best, Rufus, my pretty man." Rufus grinned and went to
work. After shaving his master's backside and the back of his testicles
Eric went to the couch and sat down. "Now do the front side." Rufus was
surprised to see his master had only a five day growth of pubic hair.

He shaved him carefully then sat back on his heels grinning at the massive
organ. "Why, you look like an eight year old boy Samuel, Master. Just what
your uncle used to like."

"I guess that's why he shaved me every summer when he visited. Now see if
you can get me hard again." Rufus grinned and sucked the organ to its full
ten inch glorious erection. Eric saw he liked his job and finally said, "If
you think you can sit on it --"

"You want me back up on the prayer stool, Master?"

"No. If you squat over me right here on the couch you'll have better
control, and I won't hurt you." Rufus looked at his new master thinking
he'd never have anyone better. He oiled up his master's giant shaft and
then his own ass hole. The sensation of the smooth hole thrilled him and he
fingered himself like he hadn't done since he was a child.

After a moment Eric said, "Wouldn't you rather I do that?" He pushed two
fingers into his negro's ass as he stroked the thick cock at his face. Once
his fingers were buried deep he used them to pull Rufus' cock to his mouth
and sucked on the meaty violet jewel. Rufus held his master's head and
fucked the white man's mouth, fascinated by the jet black shaft sliding
over the hungry pink lips. When Eric pulled him closer with the fingers in
his anus Rufus held his master and pushed, throating him fully in one
smooth glide as fingers pumped his ass deep and hot.

Rufus clamped Eric's head and pumped as deep as he could as another finger
stretched his ass ring, and then another until he pushed completely out of
his master's mouth. "Oh, Master. You going to get your poor Rufus, you
don't stop." He sat back until Eric's gigantic cock head touched his
anus. The smoothness of the shaved hole made Eric sigh. The hardness of the
giant cock made Rufus pant and moan. He hadn't had a cock up his ass in
weeks.

"Oh. Master. We going to get you in there, and you going to do your Rufus
real good tonight, just like your Uncle Jimmy did when I was a little boy
running around half naked. He'd ride me into town in the buggy for forty
minutes. I had a slit in the back of my pants, and he opened his fly and
fucked me all the way through town. People thought he was so sweet holding
his little nigger boy in his lap, me grinning like a happy pet. No one ever
knew he had his dick up my ass. He'd always stop in a quiet alley to dump
his juice in me, then we'd go to the market or wherever he needed.
Sometimes he'd take me to his favorite bar and set me in the lap of some
friend who needed relief. I come home once carrying six loads up my butt,
and he'd lay me on the couch, and him and the big niggers would drink the
dribble out of me. Your Uncle Jimmy was a good man, got me addicted to
white dick."

Rufus looked between his legs at the huge white shaft poised to impale him,
thinking of Uncle Jimmy and his childhood, when nothing but sex made him
happy. "Oh, Baby, Master." he groaned as he pushed the tip of the huge
glans up his soft anus. "Baby, Baby, Baby," he sighed as he worked and
worked, inching the white stump up his ass.

"Well, I hope I'm as good a master as Uncle Jimmy was."

"You bigger , Master, but I'll get you in. I could take Samuel until I got
too old for him, and he's as thick as you but longer." Rufus let his head
fall back and concentrated on his ass. Eric glanced at the clock. Rufus ass
danced for twenty minutes until he was sitting in Eric's lap. "That smooth
shaved skin is real nice, Master. Like a boy." He reached behind himself
and felt the stump up his ass. "Baby Jesus, Master. We did it." He panted
with pride and ground his ass into Eric's lap. "Oh, Baby, Baby, Master. You
gonna make your Rufey real happy tonight."

"You need to stretch your legs out, Rufey. Let's turn sideways." Once
turned Rufus could sit in Eric's lap with his legs crossed behind his
master, fully impaled on ten inches of thick white cock. HIs own cock was
hard as a rock and dripping everywhere. Eric stroked it, then lifted Rufus'
ass cheeks and let him fall, jabbing up into his negro. Rufus let out a
long sigh, in heaven. "Open your eyes." Eric finally said.

They studied each other as Eric stroked Rufus' shaft, and Rufus' ass played
on his master's pole. Eric was fascinated by the full, ripe lips, dark eyes
with thick lashes, curly hair and silken chocolate skin. Rufus studied the
corn silk blond hair, huge bright blue eyes, flawless white shin slightly
tanned now. Eric sat up, pulled Rufus to him and sucked his lower lip, then
put his tongue into the negro's mouth. Rufus pulled back. "What you doing,
Master?"

"Kissing you."

"No white man ever done that."

"Well, get used to it, you sexy nigger. Now put that nice pink tongue into
my mouth." The kiss electrified them both. Eric pumped. Rufus pushed up on
Eric's thighs to give the cock room to move. Their tongues danced a furious
tango. "On the floor," Eric said. They slid off the couch, Rufus on his
back, his feet over his master's shoulders. And then the serious action
started.

"Oh, yeah, Master-Baby." Rufus groaned. "Give your nigger that nice big
dick. Pump his ass good, and I be a good nigger ass for Master's big white
horse meat. Ah huh, ah huh, gimme all you got, Baby. Fill my black hole
with your white jizzim."

Eric needed no more encouragement. He started shafting his negro with full,
ten inch strokes, slamming hard against the smooth shaved butt. The
slapping of flesh against flesh brought Rena into the room frightened. She
stood at the door wide-eyed and watched Eric's smooth round ass slam back
and forth, his heavy testicles swinging wildly between his legs and
slapping Rufus' ass. As she moved into the room she saw Rufus head loll
from side to side. He groaned, "Yes, Master. That be just what Rufey need."
After feeling the girth of Eric's giant shaft he pulled his ass cheeks wide
apart. "Ah huh, give your nigger his need, Master."

Watching the wild sight Rena raised her dress and fingered herself. The
movement caught Eric's eye. A second of embarrassment turned to pride. She
was his. They were all his. He could do what he wanted. Get over her and
lick my ass, Girl. He commanded. Rena moved quickly, knelt behind her
master and spread his cheeks. At the touch of her hands Eric slowed his
pumping, and Rena could get her mouth on his hole. "Get your tongue in
there. Ah, yes, like that."

Rena tongued her master until his speed increased and she bruised her lips
against her own teeth as the ass slammed her. When she whined Eric
apologized. "Just get a finger in there, Girl."

"Thank you, Master." Rena fingered Eric's hole expertly, massaging his
prostate until his balls tightened.

"Shit, Rufey. You're going to get it now."

"Yeah, Master Baby. Do me good." Eric pounded the black ass, pushing him
across the rug as the negro moaned his happiness. Harder and faster the
shaft plunged until the hole stayed open when Eric retracted completely
only to fill it again with a ten inch thrust that shook them both. "Oh,
master, you getting me with that ass work!"

Eric reached between them and grabbed the base of Rufus' cock just as he
went off. Sperm shot over his face, his ass contracted. Eric pulled Rena
around to take the shooting cock into her mouth. She gulped down the
blasting load as Eric yelled, "Yeeeeessssss!" and let loose a scorching
load of cum into Rufus' contracting anus. "Hmm, hmm, hmm," he groaned and
pumped his negro's ass full. After Rufus stopped shooting he said, "Get
back to my ass, Rena. Please." He panted.

Wedged between them, Rena pulled her mouth off Rufus' cock head and crawled
around to her master's ass. Lovingly now she tongued the pink hole, cupping
the huge testicles in her hand, sucking in one, then the other, then the
pink ass pucker again until Eric fell onto his side, pulling Rufus with
him. "Oh, wow." He panted. "You two are heaven." He slipped slowly out of
Rufus' gaping ass. Rena immediately licked his huge, white glistening cock
clean.

"! think I have to go to bed." Eric sighed. Rufus dressed quickly, and he
and Rena helped their master up to his room, tucked him in bed and put out
the light. As Rena walked to the bedroom door Rufus sat on the edge of the
bed.

"I gonna sleep real good tonight, Master."

"Where?"

"Up in the attic, under the eave I got a pallet near a window. Give me
fresh air."

"Take your pants and get in with me."

"No, Master. I can't do that."

"Do as you are told, Rufus."

Rufus looked at Rena who nodded yes. "Don't tell no one, Master. Please."

"Get in."

"Yes, Master."

"Go to sleep, Rufus. Be sweet and go to sleep."

Rufus curled around his master's backside, held him softly and rocked him
to sleep. Then he got up and went to the attic to his pallet.

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