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Plantation Temptation Part 9
Bud went behind Mike and slid right into the cum slicked hole. "Shit, Mikey," he said. "You got a nice ass." He grabbed the meaty cheeks and wobbled them from side to side. Mike grunted when the last two inches poked his guts, so Bud pounded harder.
"OH, man, Mr. Bud, you got some fine meat there."
"You like it, Mikey?"
"You're real good at poking it in the right places, Sir."
"Well, I get a lot of practice up Russ's ass."
"Shut up, Bud," Russ cried out. "You don't got to go telling him that."
"He knows already. Don't he? They all do."
"This nigger didn't."
"So what? He's a person just like you and me."
"He ain't neither. He's a goddam nigger."
Bud stopped stoking Mike's ass and looked at Russ real hard. "He's a goddam person just like you and me, you stupid son-of-a-bitch piece of trash."
"No he ain't." Russ grumbled confused.
"Are we going to have another one of those arguments where I tell you to get the fuck out of my life, you dumb shit?"
Russ looked scared. "No. What're you talking about? I didn't mean nothing. What's wrong?"
"You meant that Mikey aini't like you and me. But he is, Russ. He's just like you and me. He just ain't white, but that ain't his fault and it don't mean shit anyway. And look at this nigger ass. Ain't it a beauty?" He grabbed Mike's cheeks and spread them wide. "Fuck, Mikey. You got a real meaty fuck hole. I like it. Almost better than Rusty Butt."
"OK, Bud," Russ conceded, looking real worried. "You ain't going to leave me alone, are you, Bud? i don't know if I can do that - be alone. Bud?"
Bud went back to sliding in and out of Mike's sloppy ass hole, both of them groaning like crazy. Russ sat in deep thought for a minute before he eased over to the end of the table and leaned close to Mike's ear. "You just like me and Bud, Mikey, OK? Except you a negro man, but that don't mean shit. You still got a nice ass to fuck, and I'd buy you if I could. I would, and not to be mean to you either. Just so I could fuck you every day, and Bud can too." His grin was so sweet that Mike put his arm around Russ' neck, pulled him close and kissed him.
"Shit, Mikey. What you dong?"
"Sorry, Mr. Russ, but sometimes you got a real sweet face."
"You got real soft lips too, Mikey. You know that? Almost as nice as your ass. I wish you was mine. But I wouldn't know what to do with you. Bud sort of takes care of thing, you know? I wish you was mine though anyway. I do."
"Can you fucking sit down and let me fuck on this nigger." Bud said.
"Oh, sorry, Bud. You have your go now." Russ pulled Mike's ass cheeks apart. "Shit, Bud, you got a nice dick. I always did like it. I mean I still do." He bent down and licked the shaft as it came out of Mike's ass. "Wow, this is real nice. I can taste cum." He giggled. "Must be mine. You happy, Mikey?" He reached under the negro and stroked his cock, dripping like a hose. "Mikey's real happy, Bud. Give him the full gallop, like I like it. Only let me lick it again. Pull the head out, Bud. I want to suck it a second. OK?" Bud did, and Russ sucked it saying, "Shit, Mikey. You got a fine dick up your ass. Let's put it back it in."
Russ aimed Bud's dick up Mikey again, and Bud rode him for ten minutes before exploding. As Bud finished with Mike Jeb brought out the roast chicken. Bud and Russ sat down in their places while Mike panted over the far end of the table. "Stick an apple in his mouth and he'll look like a stuck pig." Russ grinned. "I meant that nice, Mikey. You got a grin on your face just like a little piglet I once had. Except he was sort of pink."
Tom got up, ripped off a chicken leg from a carcass saying, "I think I'd rather stick a cock up his ass instead of an apple in his mouth." He slid the greasy chicken part along Mike's crack, took a bite and shoved his cock up the slimy hole. "Mikey, you got cum running down your legs."
"Sorry, Master Tom."
"Don't be sorry, Baby. That's just how I like you." He took a bite of the cummy chicken leg and offered a bite to Mike who ripped off a good piece of meat. "Jeb, bring a towel to put under MIkey so he doesn't make a stain on the carpet."
"Right away, Mr. Weston." After spreading the towel under Mike Jeb asked, "Would you like more chicken, Mr. Weston while it's nice and crispy?"
"Sure. Bring me another leg, and -- What do you like Mikey? White meat or dark?"
"I have a piece of breast if I might, Master Tom."
Tom laughed. "Mikey likes white meat in both ends. Bring him a breast, Jeb."
Jeb set a plater with a crispy fried chicken pieces next to Mike who propped himself on his elbows and began eating while Tom gnawed on a drumstick and rhythmically pumped his slave's ass. "Yummy, huh, Mikey?" Then he laughed. "What end do you like getting fed best?"
"My ass, Master Tom. By you, my ass."
Tom threw the chicken bone across the table onto the other platter and leaned over his negro. "You know something, Mikey?" He whispered into his ear. "I'm getting very fond of being in your ass. I really am."
"That make me happy, Massa Tom. Real happy. Don't go selling me off to Russ or nobody, will you? I don't know what I'd do then."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mikey. Now spread those cheeks and let's get this show on the road." Mike reached behind and pulled his ass open. Tom held him and started deep-dicking in all directions. He squeezed the meaty cheeks. "Mikey, I love it." Bang went a full, solid thrust. And another and another. Mike braced himself so he didn't shake the table too much as Tom rapid pounded nine inches of thick meat up his very own negro's cum slicked chunky ass. "It's coming soon, Mikey."
"I hope so, Master. Fuck your nigger good. He wants you bad. Fuck his ass good and hard. Yeah, that's it. Shove that black hole full. Seed my nigger ass good. Yeah, fuck me good."
"Oh, sheeeeet!" Tom started almost jumping, and pumping and thrusting as hard as he could until he let out a hoot, and then, "You got it, Mikey!" He trembled and shook and squirted a a flood of sperm into his Mikey. "Fuck, oh, fuck." He panted and laid over Mike's back. "Fuck, Mikey. I love doing that to you."
"Oh, Master, that so good. Just pump me a little while if you can still stand up. I love you in there so much. Fuck me if I don't."
Tom lay over is slave and gently humped him until he got his breath back, then he said, "Got to sit down, Mikey. And Eric's up next, if you can take some more?"
"Whatever Master wants." Under the table Raphael had moved on to Eric and was servicing the giant white rod while Sammy had moved to Dongo. Now Eric stood. Mike's eyes widened at the sight of such a huge organ. "Is that's what's coming next?" His face full of dreadful.
Eric grinned. "Un huh. But don't worry, Mikey. I'm just getting you ready for the big gun." Eric winked at Dongo and walked to the end of the table and swiped his wet cock glans over the negro's lips. That was enough to hypnotized Mike. He licked at the beautiful head as if it were a magic wand full of wonder and light. Eric swiped his glans over the lips again, then the nose and eyes, and back over the mouth, which now opened and panted for more. "Oh, Mikey likes that. He likes big white cock, doesn't he. Suck it with those nice full nigger lips. I know you want it. You want it bad."
Mike nodded, in a daze. "Take a deep breath, Mikey." Eric massaged the negro's throat and then poked his glans to the back, waited for Mike's gag to pass through him, and then he pushed deeper. Mike's eye and throat bulged as Eric pulled the negro's head onto his long, monster shaft. When the nose ground into his pubic hair he jabbed a few times and let out a soft, "Ahhhhh," before releasing the head slowly.
After gasping for breath Mike sucked the glans again before saying, "Oh, Mr. Weston. You going to put that thing up my ass now, ain't you?" Mike panted with joy.
"Right now, Mikey. Spread those cheeks." Eric went behind the negro who laid back over his table. "You're dripping, Mikey. Look at that cum leaking out your ass." Eric swiped his glans over the hole to wet himself with the slime. Then he made circles around the pucker, smaller and smaller until the cock head popped in. Mike let out sighs and gasps in rapid succession and reached for the shaft impaling him.
He couldn't get his fingers around the thickness but he held it and swizzled the stump around his goopy anus. "Shit, yes, Mr. Weston. You're going in there for sure." He panted and squirmed and gyrated his hips as Eric pushed relentlessly forward. "Ohh, wee, Mr. Weston. What you doing to my ass. Yeah, get that thing in there. Fuck my ass."
After watching the whole evening it didn't take Eric long to get into high gear. He slam-danced Mike's ass full shaft and full power. Mike held his ass open and turned his head sideways, moaning and wiggling his cheeks. "Fuck me, Mr. Eric, if you don't got some powerful meat there. Un-huh. Do my ass good."
In the heat of the night Eric's testicles hung long and distended, and he pumped in rhythm to their swing. With every lunge they flew forward and struck Mike's balls. "That's right, Mr. Eric. Give my balls a nice slapping. You sure do know how to fuck a nigger fancy." Eric continued until his balls began to tighten. "Un-huh," Mike whispered. "You getting ready, Mr. Eric. Give Mikey your load, Baby. Fuck this nigga."
Eric looked at Dongo and then gasped. "Oh, yes. Oh, shit, you got it." And he hammered the black ass letting loose a huge stream of semen. Mike whistled through pursed lips and wiggled his ass, whimpering until Eric laid over him. "Oh, Mikey. You got a real fuck-able ass, you know that?"
"Oh, Mr. Eric. You done me real good. I'm going to leak like a stuffed pussy."
"No you won't. Dongo will plug you real good."
"Oh, no. I ain't getting fucked by that nigger."
"What?" Tom cried out and went over to the pair who still panted, one on top of the other. "Mikey. You are getting fucked by Dongo next and that's final. You hear me?"
"But, Master Tom. I usually do the fucking of my nigger boys. I don't take it up the ass by grown men."
"You just took the four of us, you dumb shit."
"You white."
"You telling me you don't like your own kind?"
By now Dongo was at Eric's side. He felt Mike's cock, dripping and erect, then the inside of his thighs, where semen ran down. He slid two fingers up one thigh to collect a mouthful of cum and stuck them into Mike's mouth. "It all tastes the same, Mikey." He whispered to the defiant negro still stuck on Eric's giant rod. "In fact, Eric says my cum is the sweetest he's ever tasted. So now after having the rifles, you're going to get the cum cannon blasting into you until you see sperm swimming in your eyeballs."
He pulled Eric away and immediately replaced the white cock with his black one, a bit thicker and two inches longer. "Oh, shit," Mike groaned and pulled his cheeks apart as Dongo slid into him. The last few inches pained him, but he took them with a soft grunt.
Tom leaned over the table next to him. "Come on, Mikey. Don't you like it?" Mike looked sad, confused, and at the same time squirmed on the huge delight inside him. Tom pushed Dongo back and swirled the giant apple head around the floppy pucker. "See? You wouldn't even know what color it was if your were blindfolded. Next time I'm going to blindfold you in the bar and let everyone have you."
"Master Tom," Mike almost cried.
"Just be brave, Mikey." Tom said finally. "He wants your ass, and you're going to give it to him. And that's that."
Dongo made fast work of it. He slapped Mike's ass cheeks a few times to tighten him up and then started strong thrusting. His muscular ass glistened with sweat as he rode the other negro. He ripped off his shirt and laid his wet body over his prey.
Mike felt the solid, athletic body work over him, sliding, grinding. Every muscle tensed and relaxed in a vivid effort to please this ass. Hands slid over his sides, stroked his wet cock head, hard and ready to go off, pulled at his balls caressed the inside of his thighs. The tongue licked his neck, bored into his ear, and always the massive organ pounding his anus hard and deep. They both burned to shoot off.
"You ready, Mikey?" Dongo whispered. Mike nodded and grunted. "Yeah, you're ready. You're real ready. Somebody get under this cum hound and get on his cock because he's going to shoot a geyser, I bet." Sammy scampered under the table to the far end and lifted the table cloth. Mike's cock hung hard and oozing, and Sammy sucked in the head at once.
"Oh, Baby, wait. I'll blast off if you don't stop right now."
"That's what I want." Dongo said. "I want to feel that chunky ass contracting around me. Come, you pretty nigger." Dongo slammed him hard. "Come." And Mikey did. His body shook all over, his ass tightened in spasms as he filled Sammy's mouth with a huge load. Dongo pounded a few more times and then let loose into the vibrating and spasming anus. "Yeah, Mikey." Bam, bam, bam, bam, Dongo slammed the ass.
Mikey panted and began to slide off the table. Dongo held him tight. "It's OK, Baby. Wake up. You're fine."
"I seen stars," Mikey panted.
"I said you would, Mikey. Now let's take you up and put you to bed."
"Put him in my bed, Dongo." Tom said. "After you empty his ass out."
The huge, mighty Dongo stuffed Sammy's tee shirt into Mikey's crack, squatted and picked up the trembling slave. Mikey was not a small man, but Dongo had no trouble carrying him up the stairs. Grinning he whispered into Mikey's ear, "You got more than you bargained for tonight, didn't you, Sweet Ass?" Mikey whimpered and hung onto Dongo's neck. "That's all right, Baby. You can fuck me tomorrow if you want. Make up for whatever you're going through right now."
When Tom finally went up to bed Mike lay in the huge bed facing the far wall crying. "Mikey? What's wrong?" When Mike didn't answer Tom said, "Turn over." Mike lay still. "I said turn over." Still no response. "Mikey, please turn over and tell me what's wrong."
"I don't like getting fucked by a nigger."
"Why on earth not? Dongo fucks Eric every day, I bet. And Bud and Russ get it too. Well, hell, I get fucked by you."
"That's different."
"Why?"
"Because I love you, Master Tom. I do. Don't ever send me away."
"Mikey. Why would I ever do that? You know what? I'm going to take you up north, and you'll be free to do whatever you want."
"You mean not a slave no more?"
"That's right. You're free once you're over the border, and you can do whatever you want, go wherever you want, anything you want."
"But I want to stay with you, Master."
"You can't call me that up north. You have to call me Tom, of Mr. Tom, or Mr. Weston."
"But you won't ever send me away, will you? We could just stay here."
"Of course not, Mikey. There was something in those big chocolate brown eyes the second I saw you. Remember?" Mike nodded. "Yeah, you remember. I think we belong together, Mikey, you and I. Now go to sleep. And to make you feel better, I'm going to get Dongo to fuck me tomorrow, just so you don't feel you've been abused."
"What's abused, Mr. Tom?"
"Call me Tommy when we're in bed, you dumb nigger. It means you been done wrong."
Mikey embraced Tom and kissed him. Tom smiled, "You have the most wonderful lips, Mikey. And a great ass too, and a real nice cock. Yeah, I'm going to keep you around." They closed their eyes and slept in each other's arms.