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By Deadhead I took over our family plantation in Jamaica and sampled the delights of the workforce
I had been in Jamaica for a month and still hadn’t acclimatised to the hot sticky weather and the bloody biting insects. Night was the worst. Not a breath of wind to cool things down as I tossed and turned under the mosquito net.
I had thought that nothing could be worse than the three weeks I spent aboard ship on the Journey from England, I was wrong.
I never wanted to leave my home country, but my father died and left our family plantation leaderless. It is the only source of income we have and, as his oldest son, the duty fell on me to pick up the reigns and manage the place.
Sugar cane grows fast in the Caribbean and sells for a good price. My father developed a large workforce of slaves who worked the land and harvested the crop. Our overseer , Daniel, kept the workers productivity high. His methods were brutish, but effective. My father said many times that Daniel really ran the place, and from what I had seen so far, he was right.
He was a great drinking companion too. After dark I would break out the rum and cigars and we would drink, smoke and talk into the early hours.
On my third week on the plantation, Daniel brought two slave women up to the house after dark. Both must have been in their early twenties. I had not had much to do with the workers, I left that to Daniel, so I didn’t know these two.
Daniel grinned and said “we are going to have some fun tonight boss”. He downed a full glass of rum in one go and growled at the two women to strip.
They removed their clothes without hesitation and stood on the porch, illuminated by the light of burning torches. Their black skin shining in the flickering light. Both had full breasts and buttocks. Their tight curly hair on their heads mirroring that between their legs.
Daniel ordered the women to the hand pump, had them draw a bucket of water each and then instructed them to wash themselves, paying particular attention to their lower regions.
I watched with growing excitement as these young women washed their naked bodies in full view of Dan and I.
Back home I had girlfriends, and had fucked a couple, but they never let me see them totally nude. Christ, even the whores in the city usually kept something on until they were in the bed. I couldn’t think of a situation where a white woman would stand totally naked in front of a man, even her husband. It just would not be right in the eyes of God.
Once washed, Dan beckoned them over and they stood in front of me with their eyes to the floor and their heads bowed.
“Which one do you want boss” he said. “Well I’m not sure” I told him.
“Come and have a good look” he chuckled.
He took one of the women by the chin and raised her head so I could better see her face. He grabbed one of her tits roughly in his hand, squeezed it and shook it up and down. “Nice firm tits” he said. “Lovely quim” he grinned, sliding his hand between her legs and mauled her sex. He turned her around, jiggled her buttocks before slapping her on the arse and telling her to bend down and let the master see what you have.
She certainly had a goodly pair of buttocks on her and her pussy lips from behind had me drooling. “This one will take it up the arse, no bother” he said.
He then went through the same routine with the second woman. There wasn’t much to choose between them so I picked the first one.
“Now you go and be nice to the master or I’ll have the skin off your back” Dan told her.
The woman came to me and placed her hand on the front of my britches. She could feel my manhood hot and hard beneath. She undid my belt, unfastened my britches and extracted my member” it looked so white in her hand as she wanked me. Her calloused hands chaffed my cock a little but I wasn’t complaining.
She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. No one had ever done this to me before. I looked down to see her thick spongy lips around the exposed head of my long thick white knob. Reflexively I fucked her mouth, pushing my cock balls deep. It must have been going down her throat, but she didn’t so much as gag.
The whole situation was the most arousing thing I had ever been involved with. After a couple of minutes fucking her face, I shot my load down her throat. She didn’t bat an eye. She swallowed the lot, and there sure was a lot. It had been months since I last had sex.
She licked me clean.
I pulled up my britches and poured another glass of rum. I offered the woman a sip. She knocked the full glass back in one go. Well that was a bit cheeky, but I let it go.
Daniel had just blown his load down his woman’s throat and was on his way back to the porch for a drink.
“How was she boss” he asked. “Very nice indeed” I replied. He grinned back at me.
“You two wait there, we ain’t finished with you yet” he shouted, sitting down and lighting a cigar.
We spent about forty mins drinking and smoking and I was getting pretty steamed. The warmth of the night and the rum worked to get my cock on the move again. I wandered over to my woman and bent her over the porch rail. I moistened my cock and pushed it into her. She exhaled sharply as my cock stretched her pussy. After a few dryish thrusts, she began to moisten up and I got into a good shagging rhythm.
“Hey Boss, you’ve got the idea” Daniel cackled whilst mounting his own partner. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted that Dan had a pretty impressive member too, and was having a struggle getting inside that pussy. He eventually managed it, forcing a small yelp from the girl.
It felt bloody marvellous to me inside a warm wet pussy. Much preferable to my own hand that had kept me company over recent months. I was loving the feel of her firm black ass as I pistoned into her pussy.
I lay her face down on the porch boards and entered her pussy whilst lying on top of her. Her 5ft 7 frame was dwarfed by my 6ft 7, well built body and she coped well bearing my weight pressing down and thrusting into her.
I felt my orgasm on its way, so it took some time out to turn her on her back, lift her legs to my shoulders and plunge in to her pussy, balls deep. I also took the opportunity to play with those gorgeous ebony tits. They were so firm and ripe that I restrained myself from taking a bite, and made do with sucking and licking.
She was very wet between the legs and her nipples were hard, but I knew she was getting no enjoyment from the proceedings. Her expression was one of endurance. All the time I was fucking her, she never said a single word.
I felt my climax approach and surrendered to it, arching my back and pushing in as deep as possible. My cock spat its load against her cervix. I held it there until the jerking stopped and I pulled it out.
The world was spinning a bit. The exertion had the alcohol racing through my system increasing the effect. I dressed and flopped into one of the porch chairs.
Dan came over smiling widely. “Did you enjoy that Boss” he said. “I sure did” I replied. “Excellent “, he said, because there are more where they came from”.
He then turned to my woman and said “say thank you to the master”
“Thank you master” she said in a monotone, the first time I had heard her speak.
“Ok, off you go, back to your husband” he said.
His words were just sinking in as I slid into sleep.
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