The Plantation 2: The Black Man's Curse

By Trevon Carter

Anne Meckling and her husband, Bill are plantation owners next to another plantation owned by Susan and John. When the two couples head out to an auction to buy more plantation workers, Susan lets her friend in on a little secret... she's seen the magnificent rod of not just one black man, but three. Anne is shocked and surprised that her neighbor, and more importantly her friend has not only seen one of her worker's manhood but she's gone a few steps further with three of them. Anne warns Susan of the dangers of her actions and heads back home with her husband after buying 4 new workers for the plantation.

On her ride there, a voice whispers to her, the black man's curse. Unbeknownst to Anne, Susan had blamed another worker to protect the three black men she had experienced. As he was led away, he laid a curse on the lands, claiming that all the plantation owners' wives will crave their black workers. When Anne arrives home, the curse slowly takes over her until she can no longer hold it in. She heads out to the small farm holding their 4 newly bought big black workers.

Once there, she has quite the encounter and an experience she would never be able to have with her husband. As the night goes on, the curse causes her to go absolutely wild in the hot grasps of the 4 big black men. But is her insatiable hunger a match for the never ending endurance of the 4 big black men?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Nov 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311765307

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 2

The Black Man’s Curse

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John took another long sip of his whiskey and planted his cup down on the bar. He grimaced as the burning sensation ran through him. The bartender nodded at him before wiping off the counter.

Damn John, I can’t believe it. A nigger touched your wife and then another nigger went and saved her? The man sitting next to John questioned.

Yeah, fuckin’ niggers, John replied, finishing his whiskey.

He snapped down his fingers and pointed at his cup, signaling for another shot. The bartender grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured another cup. John nodded and placed some money on the counter.

Fuckin’ crazy John. You need to whip them a bit more, get them to understand that they are nothin’, the man said.

You think I don’t whip them enough Bill? I beat the hell out of these niggers day in and day out and I still end up with this shit, John replied angrily.

Sorry John, didn’t mean to spark anythin’ there. I just noticed that some of these fuckers near my lot are treatin’ their niggers like people. People! Can’t believe this shit. What is the fuckin’ world coming to if these niggers think they can just wander around freely, Bill said.

That’s probably what it is. You know Tom? The fucker next to me? John asked.

Know him? I hate that motherfucker. Ain’t he originally from one of them European countries?

Yep. He has these… house slaves. But not just women as maids or anything. I mean fuckin’ cotton pickers out and about in his home, John said.

See? That’s the shit that I’m talkin’ about. Annoys the shit out of me man. These fuckers with their new age thoughts and shit. Makes the other niggers think they can be free, Bill replied.

Yeah, so he came around with his wife, and brought some of his house niggers over. I bet that’s where that one fucking nigger got the idea, John said as he took another drink.

Shit, these fuckin’ niggers are going to mess with our health. Hey barkeep, another round, Bill ordered.

The bartender nodded and poured another two glasses of whiskey and slid them down. Bill and John tapped glasses and took the whiskey down in one shot. They both grimaced as the liquid burned through them.

You goin’ to the auction? Bill asked.

Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about it. Goin’ to need a couple new niggers now that a couple are gone, John replied.

Let’s outbid the shit outta that fucker Tom. No more house niggers for that nigger lovin’ fucker, John said.

Sounds good to me. Shit, what time is it? John asked.

Near midnight, the bartender replied.

Shit, time for me to go. The missus has been feelin’ sick, John said as he plopped more money on the counter and stood up.

John staggered away from his stool as Bill paid his tab and stood up. The two were fairly drunk as they headed out of the bar. They laughed as they both nearly tripped on the step up to the front door and then headed out.

The trip home was hazy, the drinks