EXTRACT FOR
The Plantation (Complete Series) and The Good Doctor (Complete Series)
(J.S. Lee)

Her hand slid down and gripped his aching hard-on, and her strokes brought him to the edge. She must have known that at any moment he would cry out and relieve himself in her hand, splashing his hot, sticky desire on the parted succulent lips that were mere inches from the head of his cock. He kept his eyes on her and imagined being allowed to find her chain and move it with trembling fingers so that he could touch her tiny clitoris and feel it grow with his own soft back and forth movements. The blonde's hands were reaching under him now, prompting him to rise up so that she could continue her slow rubbing circles on his ass. David bit his lip and imagined sinking bank to take the blond, flicking his tongue across her and tasting her candy sweet wetness while he brought the redhead to a shivering orgasm in his hand. She would keep him there, panting and sliding up so that he could pluck out whatever contraption kept her wet passageway closed. He would fuck them both in the tub and hear the water slosh under him as they alternately used his mouth and his dick for their long awaited pleasure.



The sound of the door opening again stopped his fantasy abruptly, but his cock continued its pulsing and slapped his belly when he saw the man walking to the tub. He was over six feet and his skin was so black it shone as his powerful shoulders moved in the ridiculously small jacket that he was clothed in. It was green, the same color as Lady Jane's dress, so David imagined that he was no slave despite the wicked burn on his rippled stomach that identified him as being owned by the lady of the house. His large, uncircumcised penis lay against his thigh like a thick, black snake hiding in wait. His low voice stopped the girls immediately, "The slave is washed, now shave him," and he continued walking to the table in the back.



The girls pulled him quickly from the tub and dried him with soft towels. The redhead had two straight razors in her hands and handed one to the blonde. On her knees, the blonde started dragging the razor down his trembling legs. David could hear the wild drum beat of his heart as he heard the scrape of the blades on his skin and wasn't sure if that inspired more terror than the Master's presence did his longing. The redhead had finished shaving his chest and had moved to his belly; her fingers on him were so soft. He dripped and ached to grab her.