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The Plantation 2: The Black Man's Curse (Interracial Black MMMM/White F Erotica)
(Trevon Carter)

The slaves nodded as they began working away at the knot. They managed to undo the tight knot and pulled it off Kunta's neck. Anne crouched down and helped the large slave sit up, his musk hitting her hard.

Her body reacted instantly, the fire between her legs spreading through her body. Her nipples pressed against her soft, cotton nightgown. Even a small moan escaped her lips as she felt his powerful, ebony body.

"We need to get you guys back inside," Anne said.

Susan's words rang through her mind as Kunta was helped up by the slaves. Anne shook her head and helped the slaves to the barn. She could hear her heart pounding away and part of her worried that the slaves could hear it pump away.

They made their way into the barn and Anne realized that her cotton nightgown was covered in her own sweat and clung closely to her nude body beneath. One of the thinner, yet muscular black men lit up a lamp and placed it down, giving everyone a nice, clear view of her body peeking through the nightgown.

Kunta took deep breaths and slowly got to his feet. On his knees, he was about Anne's size, but when he stood up, he towered over her small frame. He rubbed his neck a couple of times and coughed.

"Kunta thanks you," he groaned.

"Is your name Kunta?" Anne asked.

"Yes," he replied, continuing to rub his neck.

"Miss, what are you doing here? It's very unsafe for you to be doing this," the thin muscular slave who had lit the lantern asked.

"Your English, you speak well for a nigger," Anne replied, surprised.

"I'm actually from the North. I lived in Philadelphia, a free man, along with my brother. He disappeared a month ago and I tried to search for him and then I was captured." He explained.

"So... you were a free man?" Anne asked.

"Yes. I've been traveling from one plantation to another. Being sold faster than some livestock."

"What is your name nigger?" Anne asked.

"My name is Jerome," he replied.

"Well, I'm Anne, and I'll try to help you find a way back home," Anne said as she stuck out her hand.

Jerome shook her hand, his grip nice and firm. A chill ran down her spine as she felt his powerful hand. She slid her thumb back and forth along his palm, enjoying the rough feeling of his dark skin.

Jerome's eyes swung down and towards her cleavage. He got a nice good look at the top of her milky white breasts. Anne caught his eyes and a small smile crept up on her lips. Jerome quickly let go of her hand and stepped back.

Anne turned around, her attention back on Kunta. With the small yellow light emanating from the lantern, strange shadows formed around everyone. For a moment, she thought she saw a large bulge between his legs but took it as the shadows playing tricks on her.

"Thank you," Kunta said.

Kunta caught her gaze for a moment and looked into her eyes. Anne's face turned pink with embarrassment. She took notice of all the other slaves, staring at her body, focusing on her rock hard nipples.

Anne looked around, her heart racing faster and faster as she looked around. Her pussy screamed for attention, squeezing against itself as she grew excited. The voice whispered to her again and she licked her lips.

"I... I need to make it up to you," Anne said.

Kunta tilted his head, unsure of what she was talking about.

"For my husband's actions," Anne replied.

She then looked at the other three slaves and slowly slipped one finger between her lips. "And for his men's actions."

She reached up and grabbed her shoulder straps and slowly peeled them off. Her nightgown slowly made its way down, revealing her creamy breasts for the slaves. They all stood in stunned silence, unsure of whether or not this was a trick.

As her nightgown made its way lower, they started gathering around her. The tip of her pubic hair peeked out as she lowered the gown past her hips. The slaves behind her got a good look of her ass as the gown made its way down her thighs.

"Looks good," one of the slaves remarked.

"Tasty," another added.

The slaves all rubbed their hands together, Kunta right in the center, his huge hulking frame towering over even the slaves. Anne grew more and more excited as her nightgown hit the ground.