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Plantation Temptations Part 3
Meeting the King
As the carriage stopped at the house Eric asked, "Where is Samuel now, Rufus?"
"I don't know, Master. May be in the drying barn, Sir."
"Then let me out there." They pulled to a stop next to a huge green barn with a metal roof. Inside the cavernous wooden structure bails of hay were stacked at one end. A large negro in the empty center surveyed bundles of tobacco hanging from the ceiling. Eric approached and studied him from the back. The largest man Eric had ever seen, perhaps six foot eight or ten, he wore only heavy red cotton pants which hung from very narrow hips over full, round buttocks. His shoulders were broad and strong, and his muscled rippled under smooth skin the color of light molasses, marred only by lash strokes. "Are you Samuel?" Eric asked.
The man turned his head, startled. He hadn?t heard Eric come in. "I am Dongo." He spoke defiantly.
"Do you know where can I find Samuel?" Eric persisted kindly but firmly.
"They call me Samuel, but I am Dongo." The man said proudly. Rufus frowned as he leaned against the door frame. He sensed anger and kept the boys back.
Eric impulsively decided to show this negro who was boss. "Remove your pants."
"This is not a slave market."
"No, it is my house, and everything here belongs to me, including you. Now face me and remove your pants at once." Eric said firmly. Dongo obeyed and smirked defiantly when Eric?s eyes widened. Dongo was the most beautiful man Eric had ever seen and was used to being admired. He stood like a huge, bronze god, a power house of maleness with a huge sex organ. "Turn around." Dongo did. Eric ignored the whip marks on his back and said, "Bend over and spread your cheeks."
"I am not being sold." Dongo objected angrily.
"Not yet you aren?t, so do as I say immediately."
When Dongo obeyed Eric spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva into the slave who did not flinch when the middle finger entered him. Eric poked into the giant Adonis who pushed his pucker over the intruding finger to remains motionless. Eric gently finger-fucked the huge god, massaging the prostate before removing his hand and saying, "Turn around." He could see the anger Dongo felt that his penis had swelled.
?Open your mouth.? Eric commanded. Dongo remained motionless. ?I said, Open your mouth.? Dongo did as he was told. His nose flared and the veins along his neck strained with fury. For a second Eric thought he might get his finger bit off, but he ignored his fear. Instead he touched his middle finger to the exquisite lower lip of the giant and then put his finger deep inside without touching any part of the mouth, and then he sucked it himself. Then he smiled and stroked Dongo's penis to semi-erection before examining the huge, ripe testicles. Dongo could see Eric's own penis grow under his trousers. He then released Dongo?s magnificent organ and said, "Dress yourself, wash your feet and wait for me in the library."
"I do not go into the house, Master." Dongo said.
"Why not?"
"Mr. Jackson hit my face with his riding crop."
Why?"
"A table broke, Master."
"You broke a table and he got angry?"
"No, Master. He was drunk, fell and broke it. It was very weak and useless, but the mistress loved it so he claimed I broke it and struck me." Dongo spoke matter-of-factly, wanting no sympathy. "I do not wish to see Mr. Jackson again, Master."
"I have fired Jackson. We will never see him here again.?
Eric traced his finger over the scar that ran below Dongo's left cheekbone almost to his lip, then again over a part of his chin. "It is a much handsomer scar than my own.? Eric referred to the cut in his upper lip. ?It makes you even more virile." He smiled. "Now please go and wait for me in the library." Eric walked deeper into the barn and sat on a hay bail wondering if it was wise to trust the huge negro with the running of the whole plantation. He seemed too proud, almost insolent. He rubbed his hands over his face and began to cry. Everything was so new. He might be doing everything wrong. Perhaps he should go back to New York.
Outside he heard shouts of glee in a language he did not understand. Then all was silent again as he sat alone in the cool barn wiping his eyes. He jumped when he noticed Dongo at his side.
"Sorry, Master. I did not mean to frighten you."
"I'm just tired, Dongo. And perhaps a little scared."
Dongo stood proudly before his master, dropped his pants again, took his master's hand and pushed it into the crack of his ass. Eric did not stiffen his fingers so they did not enter the anus again. Still, Dongo pulled them to his mouth and licked them clean. "Forgive me, Master, for disobeying you." He whispered.
"I wanted to put you in your place, but it was unnecessary to shame you in front of Rufus. I don?t know why I did."
Dongo looked puzzled at his new master, then knelt before him. "I have never met a good white man, Master." Dongo began opening the buttons of Eric's pants.
"No, Dongo. Please.? Their eyes melted into each other?s, and something passed between them that startled them both. A sort of trust, and also respect. "Rufus and Rena tell me that you have run the plantation since my uncle died."
"Some of it, Master. Yes." Dongo answered.
"Can you read?"
"Yes, Master. Old Master Weston taught me letters."
"Do you know arithmetic? Can you add, subtract, multiply?"
"Yes, Master. That I know too."
?What is 13 times 9??
?One hundred seventeen, Master.?
?How did you know that so quickly??
?I?m good with numbers, Master. Your uncle taught me factoring.?
"Then you will be a better foreman than Jackson was. Are you honest??
?What kind of a question is that?? Dongo asked indignantly.
?A simple one, I rather think.?
?Yes, Master. I am.?
?Then I will pay you $15 a month as foreman of this plantation."
"Master? That is ? Master, that is too much."
"Is it? I think you may be worth it." Eric smiled, thinking his uncle had paid Jackson three times that and lost double that to theft. Then he unabashedly ran his hands over the smooth and firm pectoral muscles of his beautiful negro. ?But you must know that.? He whispered.
When the giant negro rose Eric forgot he was naked. He looked at the magnificent sex organ and then took hold of it again, stripping back the foreskin. It was perfectly clean and the most wonderful thing he had ever seen, the shaft the color of fresh coffee. The prick?s head a wonderful violet, purple, brown, so smooth it shone like a mirror. Without thinking he took it into his mouth, strangely pleased that this huge, beautiful man belonged to him, that this gigantic, perfect sex organ was his to do with what he wanted.
"Master, please. If anyone sees. I would be lynched."
A wave of shocked revulsion went through Eric. The idea horrified him, and he let go of the beautiful organ at once. "Sorry, I had no idea. Go and wait for me in the library, Dongo."
"Yes, Master." At the door to the barn he turned. "Master?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for using my name."
"Of course, it is who you are. My name is Eric."
"Yes, Master Eric."
?What was all the shouting about just now?? Eric asked.
Dongo returned and knelt again before his master. ?You have bought my sons, Mobu and Bird. I have not seen them for two years. We are very happy again.?
The strangeness of the whole southern world so overwhelmed Eric that he began to cry again. ?I?m sure you are.? Bird, lurking at the barn door ran to his new master and knelt between his legs. "Please don't cry, Master." He implored. "Has Dongo made you sad? He?s a good man, Master. He was chief. He is wise and good, and tried to protect us when we landed here. Please don't be mad at him." Bird opened his master's pants and caressed the wonderful meaty organ, licking and tenderly sucking the pulpy head that leaked pre-cum now.
"Go into the house, Birdy, and ask Rena to make us some tea."
"Yes, Master." Bird ran off.
Eric stood, bent forward to fasten his pants and fainted. Dongo caught him and carried him to the house. As he stopped at the front door and ordered Mobu to clean his feet Eric revived. He rubbed his cheek against the huge negro?s mighty chest. Rena ran ahead up the stairs and pulled the bed clothes back. Dongo laid Eric on the white sheets. As Mobu removed his boots Dongo loosened his trousers. When Eric lay naked Dongo and the boys took the wet hand towels that Rufus had brought and wiped his hot skin. On the edge of the bed Dongo patted his master?s forehead and chest with cool water while the boys wiped his feet.
?I?m fine now.? Eric smiled. ?I?m sorry for being a bother. The day was more than I expected. First Jackson and then the Sheriff. He frightened me so much. I wasn?t sure I could get you all back.?
?You didn?t seem at all scared, Master.? Rufus looked surprised.
?I suppose sometimes you have to act brave even when you don?t feel you are.? Eric whispered.
Dongo was the only one who understood what Eric meant. He had tried to save the villages of his tribe against the white slavers. He knew fear and courage. ?Leave us.? He said to the others. Mobu and Bird kissed their father?s hand and left. Rufus walked to the door, turned Rena and sent her down the hall, then turned to the bed and smiled. He knew he was no match for the charisma and beauty of Dongo, who smiled at him. ?Do not be sad, Rufus,? he said. ?We will care for you.? Rufus grinned and closed the door behind him.
Dongo turned back to his master. No words were necessary. After a moment?s hesitation beautiful black slave leaned down, and their lips met in a slow, gentle kiss that blended their fears and desires and left them both panting with erections.
?You had a woman in Africa, the boys? mother. You have Rena here, pregnant.?
Dongo smiled. ?Yes, Master.?
?Don?t call me ?master?.?
Dongo smiled. ?When we are alone I will call you my treasure. It is an honor for a king to call someone that. Or perhaps my little stallion. Where I come from, My Treasure, children can play, but men are expected to have a woman. As king I was meant to have many women. Here it is the same for us. Our customs remain. You may do what you want as long as it is not in public where people talk, but we have no place for privacy.?
?Two men together is forbidden for us too, but it seems to be the Greek way here.? When Dongo looked puzzled Eric explained, ?In Greek the word for forbidden means - away from the marketplace.?
Dongo laughed. ?Your aunt and uncle must have been Greek then. And many of their friends too. Crown, your uncle?s beautiful black stallion was given to him by a Greek friend to please your aunt, among others.?
?Is that the same horse that Rufus uses to keep himself ready for you??
?He told you much in one evening.?
?He took me up the ass very easily. It surprised me.?
?And so will I, my beautiful white Stallion. Crown is the only one fit for a king. I could not let one of the other black men take me, and I too had to keep ready for your uncle. And once a horse is trained he must be exercised to keep him happy, as I must.?
On the nightstand was a bottle of oil Rufus had brought with the towels. Dongo smeared some over Eric?s throbbing erection and then into his ass. The he straddled Eric and touched the glans to his hole. ?Wait.? Eric cried. ?Get on your back.? When Dongo did Eric stuffed pillows under his pelvis and pushed Dongo?s ass up into the air. Then he watched the beautiful beige star pulsate as Dongo flexed his thighs and pulled his knees to his chest.
Once the anus opened pink Eric dove in with his tongue, wiggling and smearing his face into the beautiful brown crack. ?Master! My Treasure??
?What? Don?t you like it??
Dongo pulled him over his legs and kissed him deep, wiping his face over Eric?s and licking it. Then he pushed him back to his waiting anus. ?Yes, my beauty. Eat me until my hole begs for your shaft.? He moaned and groaned as Eric tongued him, fingered him. Nose, fingers, tongue, all urged the beautiful brown hole to open wider and show its pink interior, until Eric fell over exhausted.
Dongo immediately straddled Eric and popped the huge apple shaped meat head into his hot open anus. They both sighed in ecstasy, kissed, panted, licked, as the thick shaft slipped slowly into the giant god?s warm body. Once Dongo settled completely over his lover, his prickly anus hair rubbed Eric?s soft body. ?I will shave myself if My Treasure likes that.?
?No, I will shave you. Once a week, or more perhaps. Uncle James did me regularly. I like it.? He kissed his Dongo. ?But only if you want. I like you just the way you are too.?
?Whatever my white Stallion wants, he will have of his Dongo.?
?I want to be able to take you as easily as you take me. I want you in me so much, my King. So much.? Eric poked his sword into Dongo?s ass.
Dongo grinned and rose up to give Eric room to pump. ?Then we must start your training, my little white prince, if your little boy pussy has been neglected.?
?I could take my uncle.? Eric defended himself.
?He was only half as thick as us. Even my little Bird can take me.?
?You fuck your boys??
?Only when they want me. I can not deny them their pleasure. It?s only Bird now. Mobu is a girls? man, so he misses half the pleasure. A man?s anus can give so much pleasure, to both.? Dongo closed his eyes and rocked on Eric?s shaft. Eric held the rocking buttocks, so round and hard. He pulled them apart and jabbed up between them. They both groaned.
?How long have you been fucking them?? Eric was fascinated. He himself had been taken by his uncle as a child, and then by his father once he learned that Eric craved cock.
?Since he first discovered himself. He and the younglings first play with fingers and tongues, then the cocks of older boys, drinking their seed until the older boys want more, as we all did. It wasn?t long before he wanted his father. He is happiest now when his anus is filled.? Dongo then squatted over Eric and bounced full shaft on the horse meat up his ass, riding deep and fast with pulls and squeezes. Then he settled down again and whispered into his master?s ear, ?Just like his father.?
He tilted his hips and rocked back until the tip of Eric?s prick almost slipped out, then slid back down again, over and over, pulsing over the precious white meat, sighing his pleasure into his Eric?s ear. ?Oh my little prince. You make your Dongo so happy. Kiss me.? Their tongues danced around each other?s mouth until Eric pushed him back.
?Hold my head to you.? Dongo pulled Eric forward until he could suck the purple tip of the giant coffee brown cock. They worked this way for long minutes. Dongo lifting his ass off the shaft to throat his master. Eric tried to curl himself as much as he could to fuck deep and suck deep too until he fell back.
?I am more flexible, my little one.? Dongo grinned, bent forward and sucked a good four inches of his own cock into his mouth. Eric lifted up Dongo?s pelvis and shafted him hard and fast until Dongo came off himself laughing. ?Ohhh, Master is mad that I can do this so easily.?
?No, I?m not.? Eric didn?t like being made fun of. ?But don?t you dare come that way. I want you in my mouth, all of it.? He looked hopeful. ?You hear??
?Put me on my back then, my little puppy, and get to work.? They rolled over, Dongo?s legs over Eric?s shoulders, a pillow under his hips. He smiled up at his stallion. ?What are you thinking, little one??
?That I?ve never been happier.? Eric?s eyes filled with tears. ?I?ve never felt like this before with anyone. You?re like something from another world.?
?I am from another world. But I was used to this one until you come along like an avenging god. You?re going to change everything. But right now you just concentrate on making your nigger feel good with his master?s cock.?
?Don?t call me that.?
?I want to. That?s what I want you to be. Take me with your cock, with all the joy your fucking can give you, and you?ll make me happier than anyone in the world. Fuck me, my white stallion. Fuck me until I cry for your seed to flood me.? Dongo groaned and stared as Eric pushed deep and held himself fully buried. ?Yes, my treasure. Men say so little of what they feel. I feel your iron shaft filling me with the joy of golden wheat fields the color of your beautiful hair. Soon to spray me with sparkling blue diamonds the color of your eyes, and cover me with skin as white as your aunt?s linen curtains.?
?Pump me deep and slow, my little stallion so I can feel my anus clutch your shaft. Yeah, like that, just like that. Pull out completely, slowly, and caress my puckered ass lips with your prick head. Yes, my treasure. Slide your silken prick over my open hole, my swollen lips open now, ain?t they? Waiting to be filled with your most beautiful meat.? Dongo panted as Eric?s dripping cock head smeared slime around the opened hole that pulsed like a sea creature trying to catch its nourishment.
?Oh, my little Prince.? Dongo panted, pulling his ass cheeks. ?Shaft me deep and full like a wild bore hungry to gorge its prey. Yes!? Eric slammed against Dongo?s ass. ?Again, my treasure. And again. Harder, and harder still, my master, my cock lord. Take my ass. It?s yours. Fuck me.? Dongo panted, and his stomach muscles contracted as his anus muscle clutched and pulled. ?Yes! Now! Yes, cuummm! Ahhhhh...?
Eric lunged forward and sucked on Dongo?s lower lip as he sprayed his bowel with a hot shot of sperm. When Dongo felt the orgasm his stomach contracted, and they both felt the giant organ between them shoot. A huge splash of cum hit their chins. ?No!? Eric cried and curled down to take the massive head into his mouth. They both jerked and pumped, Dongo pushing with his feet on Eric?s ass to keep him buried deep as he held the head over his exploding black giant, until both were drained and filled at the same time. When they finally stopped spraying sperm Eric began to tremble.
Dongo thought he might pass out again and immediately rolled him onto his back and straddled him, his knees under Eric?s arms, his chin on Eric?s head, both panting, sweating, releasing the last trickle of cum from their cum-squeezed balls. ?Puppy?s tired, huh?? He whispered into his lover?s ear. As he rocked his loose anus over the giant shaft up his ass a pool of cum seeped onto Eric?s sternum where the huge black organ?s ripe head lay. Dongo bent to suck it up.
?Kiss me with your seed, my African king.?
Dongo dribbled the sperm into his master?s mouth, their sticky lips slid tenderly over each other?s. ?You going to give me the need, Master. I see that.? He rocked his hips, and the cock up his ass slid slowly in and out. His pucker slid loose and soothing over the sensitive cock head as the shaft slid in, then it clutched at the stump?s end and pulled the last of the master?s milk into his bowel as he slid it out again. In and out he rocked over Eric?s erection as his lips roamed over Eric?s face until both began to go flaccid, and Dongo said, ?I must get up, Master. The sun is going down, and I must see what the others have done today.?
?Will you have dinner with me?? As Eric spoke Dongo rose and let the flaccid rod flop out onto Eric?s stomach.
?If you wish, my pretty stallion.? Dongo began licking the traces of sex off his master?s succulent organ.
?Turn around.? Eric pulled his slave?s hips, and Dongo spread his ripe ass pucker over his master?s face, opening his hole to Eric who tasted his own sperm dribble from the swollen orifice. He tongued the hole for more. ?I want you with me all the time, my king.?
As Dongo sucked the testicles and milked the giant shaft he felt Eric?s tongue in him. He sat back onto the face. ?Then come with me now and inspect your workers.? As he spoke he spread his cheeks with his hands and pushed.
When Eric felt the pucker swell he opened his mouth and was rewarded with a squirt of his own semen. ?If you think I should.? He kissed the generous and giving negro anus that spread over his face like an exotic sea creature.
?It would be a very good idea.? Dongo squirmed one last time over is master?s face and jumped off the bed. ?Come, then, my little prince.? He pulled on his red cotton pants.
Eric dressed in a loose silk shirt tied at the throat, his riding pants and black boots. On the way to the barn he could see down the slope to the river where dozens of black men and women washed themselves and their clothes. In the barn about fifteen men stacked the last of the bales of cotton and hoisted bundles of tobacco up to the rafters to dry. One in particular caught Eric?s eye. He seemed almost like an insect with his long torso and narrow waist, and below the waist a perfectly round bubble ass. ?Who?s that?? Eric asked.
?Turn around, Boy.? Dongo demanded. ?You?re Rafael, right? Rebecca?s son.?
?Yes, Sir. They call me Raffy.?
Dongo knew what Eric wanted and said, ?Drop your pants, Boy. Let the Master have a good look.? Raffy did at once. ?A good breeder, Master. Young too. About eighteen, I?d say.? Raffy nodded. Eric looked embarrassed until Dongo whispered into his ear. ?You can have any one of them any time you want, my horny little prince. Just don?t forget your Dongo. You made him real happy just now.?
?You will always be number one, but he?s very pretty.?
As they spoke Raffy climbed the rope to the pulley where the it had got stuck over the housing. As he dislodged it the the roof broke. The boy slipped and tried to ride the rope down, but hit the ground with a thud. ?Oh, shit,? he cried. ?Oh, no, no, no. Please don?t shoot me master.?
They all looked over. The skin was not punctured, but it was obvious that the young man had broken his leg. ?Of course we won?t shoot you.? Eric cried. ?We have to get you to a doctor at once.?
?I seen them shoot a horse, Master.?
?Calm down. You?ll be fine. We?ll take him to the hospital in town.?
?They don?t treat negroes,? Dongo said.
?Can any ride a horse?? Eric took control.
Rufus a good rider Master,? someone said. ?You want me to rig the horses to the wagon??
?Tell him to ride into town and find a doctor. We?ll be there as soon as possible. And rig the carriage. It?ll be faster and has springs. We need some splints, some wood about two feet long.? Eric looked around. ?That shovel. Cut it in half.?
?Dat?s a good shovel,? someone said.
?Pull the handle out of the metal and saw it in half.? When it was done Eric decided they needed another. ?Find another. We need another.?
?We got some old tools out back,? another said.
?Well, get them. And a sheet. We need something to tie them on with.?
?We got plenty of rope,? another said.
?No. We need cloth. Go in the house and get a sheet. We need a sheet.? Dongo ordered someone to get one from one of the negro houses. Eric ripped it into long ribbons and expertly fastened the the splints loosely to the leg. Then he unbuckled his belt, pulled it out of his pants and said to the boy, ?Bite on this. It?s going to hurt for a second.? And then, ?OK, Dongo, I?ll hold his knee, and you pull the foot until the bone goes back into place.?
?You sure about that?? Dongo looked doubtful.
?Just do as I tell you.? Eric held the knee. ?Now, pull.? The boy bit on the belt and let out a howl. Eric knocked the bone up with his other hand, and it seemed to fit into place. ?That looks pretty good,? he smiled at their success. ?OK, tie the splints on, pretty tight, but give it room to swell. It?s going to swell before we get to town. Is the carriage ready??
?It?s out front, Master,? someone said.
?Well, bring it in here. He can?t very well walk.?
?I?ll carry him,? Dongo said, and then to the boy, ?You?re going to be just fine, so don?t you worry.?
Eric held the leg as Dongo carried the boy to the carriage. ?Get some pillows, someone. We need to keep his leg from moving. Someone get some pillows!? He cried. ?Go in the house if you have to.? Someone brought a stack of dirty pillows from a slave house. Eric settled Rphael down on the back seat and stabilized his leg, then knelt between the two seats and held it firmly as Dongo held the boy?s head in his lap. A stable boy cracked the whip and the horses trotted off down the drive. It seemed a very long journey, Raphael cried in pain and fear with every bump, but they got to town without problem.
The hospital refused to take him, Whites Only, but a retired doctor down on Blossom Street had agreed to see the boy. They found Dr. Punch?s house easily and carried Pat into the reception hall. Once the leg was unwrapped Dr. Punch said, ?Well, whoever set this leg did a fine job.? He laughed. ?It just needs a cast on it. He?ll be as good as black gold in two months.? Dr. Punch plastered the leg, gave Pat a small dose of morphine and something for the swelling, and sent them home.
On the way home Dongo held the boy?s head, the leg rested on pillows and Eric sat facing backward. ?You a doctor?? Dongo asked. ?You never said that.?
?Not yet,? Eric answered. ?I guess I shouldn?t give up my studies just because I?m here.?
?No, Master, you?re a real healer. Everybody feel it.?
Eric ignored the boy watching them and lifted off his seat just long enough to plant an unmistakably erotic kiss on Dongo?s lips. Dongo looked down at the boy. ?You didn?t see nothing,? he said.
?No, Sir, nothing.?
?Didn?t see anything.? Eric corrected. ?Either: ?You didn?t see anything? or ?You saw nothing?.?
Dongo nodded thanks for the help, then answered, ?But you?re going to see something when I get you home, Master.?
Eric grinned from ear to ear and adjusted his crotch, then looked at the boy. ?How do you feel, Raffy??
?Real good, Master, Sir.?
?It?s the morphine. I dare say it?ll hurt tomorrow, but you?ll sleep fine tonight and be fine in a couple of months.?
?Thank you, Master, for saving me.?
Eric looked carefully at the boy?s face. He had large, burnt-sugar eyes with thick lashes, real bedroom eyes, Eric thought. His skin was the same color and as soft as silk, just like Dongo. There wasn?t a hair on his body but for a fine line that started below his navel and disappeared below his pants. Eric leaned forward and loosened the pants.
Raffy looked up at Dongo frightened. ?Don?t worry, boy. Master does what he wants, and he?s real gentle.
Eric loosened the pants and pulled them down to his knees to expose the sex organ, thick and promising. Under it were enormous, almost hairless testicles. ?What a pretty boy.? He fondled the testicles and then pulled the pants down over the feet and sucked on the stiffening sex organ. In his morphine haze Raffy held his master?s head and pumped into his mouth.
When Eric came up for air he noticed the tenting in Dongo?s pants and pulled them down and off his body. ?Suck it, boy.? He said to Raffy and turned him sideways, being sure the injured leg stayed on the seat while the other foot rested on the floor, fully exposing his crotch to Eric. Raffy sucked deliriously on the giant black organ, slobbering and groaning in morphine delight as Eric squatted on the floor and nuzzled into the boy?s crotch.
The fat black organ swelled in his mouth as he fingered the anus. When the boy began to pump and groan Eric released it and sucked the balls, first one, then the other. The salty, sweaty orbs were too big to get both in his mouth at once. Then he slid his tongue down to the musty crack. As the sun set pink through the trees the anus lit up like a pink lotus, and Eric licked it until the boy pulled him to his cock.
Raffy gobbled at Dongo?s huge cock head and cried out, ?Shit, Master!?
Dongo pushed the boy?s head down over his shaft until Raffy choked on it, but there was no stopping it. He pulled back off the massive cock head and cried, ?Here we go,? and grabbed Eric?s head, throated him deep and sprayed a week?s load of sweet negro sperm down his master?s hungry throat.
Eric?s finger pushed into the boy?s anus and massaged his prostate, then came up for air and milked the shaft until he?d drained the eighteen year old completely. Afterwards he knelt between Dongo?s knees and slurped his mouth over the dripping prick head.
Raphael turned again toward Dongo?s gigantic black pole. Thick dark lips slid up one side and smooth, fine white lips up the other. Eric guided the giant glans from one mouth to the other as a white and a black shared the former king?s glory. ?Is this the way you want it, Master?? Dongo whispered. When Eric sighed, ?Mmmmm,? Dongo took hold of his shaft and stroked it. ?Here we go then, baby.?
He jacked himself a few times, smearing his prick over his master?s lips then said, ?Open wide, Puppy, and drink my jizzem. It going to be a lot.? He and Raffy watched as thick ropes of white cream shot over the pink tongue. Eric felt his mouth fill with hot cum.
When Dongo wiped the last string of semen lover the side of Eric?s open mouth Raffy said, ?OH, Master. That so much. I take some if it be too much for you.?
Eric grinned and reached toward the negro?s lips. When Raffy opened his mouth Eric dribbled half the load into it, then sat back with a powerful hard on straining through his trousers. ?Ooo, wee, Master,? Jeb said sitting sideways on the driver?s seat, ?You really know how to make a nigger want to bust his nuts.? He stroked his own long erection through his thin cotton pants.
Dongo pulled his pants over his feet. ?Let me drive this thing,? he said, ?and you take care of the master.? He sat on the drivers bench as Jeb crawled back and stripped out of his pants.
?When was the last time that you?ve been fucked, boy?? Eric asked his ten year older butler.
?Ohhh, Master, it been more than two week, so you be going slow with me at first or you going to tear me up with that thing.? He milked his erection and smeared the pre cum into his ass hole, fingering himself nice and slow.
As they turned between the magnolias onto the plantation road Eric commanded, ?Kneel on the back bench where Raphael can reach your cock.?
?Yes, Master.? Jeb positioned himself over Raffy who immediately took the dripping prick into his mouth as Eric swiped his own drooling cock over his negro?s anus. Jeb spread his feet wide to lower his ass to his master?s cock and circled his hips around the probing glans as he rested his head on the seat?s back. Ooo, weee, Master,? he moaned and pushed his ass back to meet the stiff organ. ?You got to get in there, Master, Sir.? His ass pucker puffed open to full blossom waiting for the first poke.
When Eric saw the ripe fruit swelling he milked his cock, smeared the slime over the waiting pucker hole and slipped the head of his cock into the black ass. He expected a cry of pain, but Jeb let out a soft groan of pure delight, his anus pulsing tight and loose over the huge apple that filled him. His head rested on his folded arms, his hips made gyrating circles over the donkey shaft that threatened to rip his ass, and slowly he backed onto his master, eager to please the white stallion that desired him. He ground over the tempting shaft until Eric felt him relax.
Then, without warning, Eric lunged, and ten inches of thick horse meat shafted the poor slave, digging deep into his soul. The piercing howl of a suffering negro filled the night air, and then a soft panting as Eric laid over him, and then a soft growl of a bitch taken by a rough male, followed quickly by the plaintive moans of a male pussy satisfied almost beyond endurance. Soft, moaning sighs bubbled up from Jeb?a throat as he pushed his ass open to please his master.
He?d completely forgot the eager mouth of Raffy who sucked him happily. When he realized where he was he began pumping into the boy?s mouth and pushing back onto his master?s cock. Back and forth until he panted half delirious. ?Oh, Masta, you make your nigger come. I hope you ready too.?
?You want it, Jeb?? Eric whispered into his ear.
?Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck yo nigger good. Rip my ass like yo uncle did while Sara was hunger-sucking me.? Eric pounded the floppy ass like a melon. Raffy sucked Jeb hard and deep. ?That?s it.? Jeb cried. ?Don?t hold back on yo house nigga?s ass. Give him a real pounding. Fuck my ass good, Masta. You bigger than your uncle. Let me feel it good and hard. Gimme your cum, boy.?
Eric slammed into his nigger?s ass harder and harder, his huge balls swinging up to slap against Jeb?s own low hangers. ?Shit, Masta,? Jeb cried out and began shaking all over. Eric grabbed Raphael?s head and pulled him hard onto Jeb?s eight incher just as Jeb dumped his load, filling the boy?s stomach with cream. Then he rapid-fired the black ass until he too let out a howl and sprayed his house boy?s bowel with cum. When he?d stopped shooting he turned.
Dongo sat sideways in the driver?s bench stroking his half hard cock and grinning. ?Master done a good job seeding his boy, Jeb.? He smiled. ?And he?s going to seed me too again soon, I hope.? Eric turned to him, bent over and rested his head on his Dongo?s thigh, slurped in the huge cock and panted.
The warmth of the powerful thigh, the taste of the beautiful immense cock?s pre cum, Dongo stroking his head, all made him smile to himself utterly content. He must invite René down for a visit. His first lover in New York would certainly like it here. He sat backwards on the driver?s bench and pointed to his cock. Jeb immediately crouched between his legs and licked him clean, spending a long time on the cock?s smooth head. ?Thank you, Masta.? The curly-haired man smiled up at him, then dressed his master.
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