The Plantation

By Trevon Carter

Samson is a slave to a brutal and unfaithful plantation owner. When he prevents his owner from slapping his beautiful white wife, he is punished badly. Susan, the owner's wife is compelled to help Samson while at the same time getting revenge on her cheating husband. She locks herself up in a barn with Samson and two black slaves as a way of showing gratitude. Can she handle 3 big black slaves?

Warning! This 11,130 word erotic story contains explicit scenes of three big black males and one white female and includes: double penetration, triple penetration, anal creampies, creampies and impregnation and more as Susan uses every part of her body to thank the big black slaves for their service.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Apr 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310946837

Trevon Carter

My name is Trevon Carter and I’m just a simple black man that likes to listen to stories and write. I’ve never been much in the educated side of the house but writing has always been something I’d enjoyed. Growing up in the projects, I’d always been told that I’d end up dead or on the streets killing, but I managed to get out of that world. After getting out of school, moving, and striving for a better life, I’ve found out that being a black man definitely has its advantages, especially in bed.

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The Plantation

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A sharp, loud, crack filled the air; the taskmaster's whip slicing through the hot, dry air. Samson ducked and looked over at the old white man, high atop his white steed. It was a warning shot, aimed at one of the older slaves who had slowed down.

Come on now nigger! I ain't seein' you pick! You best hurry yo damn nigger ass up before I beat you! The taskmaster shouted with his overpowering, thick Southern accent.

The older black man nodded and began picking at the cotton in front of him faster. Samson wanted to jump on the white man and beat him to a pulp. It took everything he had not to.

Samson was a huge hulking figure of a man. Years of working on different plantations had sculpted his body into a mountain of muscle. Genetics had allowed him to be larger than most others, towering well over six feet. One swing with his powerful right arm would've sent the taskmaster flying.

What you want nigger? You glarin' at me boy? The taskmaster questioned as he stared at Samson.

No sir, nothin' to it sir. I was just wonderin' if maybe you might wanna rest in that shade over yonder. It's mighty hot out here, Samson replied.

Y'know what, you're right. Fuck this damn heat. I want you to keep this old nigger in line while I rest, ya hear? The taskmaster ordered.

Yes sir, Samson replied.

The white man cracked his whip in the air once more before heading towards the shade. Samson walked over to the older black man and shifted some of the cotton in his own bin over to the older man’s.

Praise the Lord for your soul, the old man said.

Just stay quiet and stay low old man. You gotta watch your health, Samson replied.

The old man nodded and shook Samson’s hand. Samson smiled and then headed back to his part of the field. The taskmaster was oblivious as he was too busy lying down on the ground, placing his hat over his face. Samson imagined himself sneaking up the smaller white man and crushing him with his bare hands.

Massa John comin’ through! A black man on a brown horse yelled.

Samson turned to see, in his eyes, a traitor. He was a black man, well liked by the master of the plantation. He had turned on his own men; ratting them out every chance that he had. Many men were whipped because of the traitor, while he himself became a nigger taskmaster.

It’s that damn nigga Rufus, Samson whispered.

Motha fucka, if I was younger, I would’ve beat the shit outta that nigga, the old man whispered back.

He’ll get his, Samson replied.

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