White Slave on the Plantation: A Tale of Forbidden Lust and Rebellion White whore on the slave plantation pt 1 Jessica was at a difficult age, a child with the blossoming body of a woman, a blue eyed pale skinned, blonde haired goddess/ child part latino part caucasian, she lived with her mother on the Carlos Menendez Plantation where James’s family had grown cotton for three generations. James tried everything to please Jessica but it was useless, he believed she hated him, It wasn’t his fault that Jessica’s father died or that her mother had married his father. James’ mother had died when he was sixteen when her carriage turned over, leaving him and his little sister Cassie, christened Katherine, and then his father married the recently widowed Maria Jessica’s mother only to have his throat cut by some negros he found stealing rum. So at the age of twenty four James had the whole weight of being head of the household, a plantation owner and slave master thrust on his shoulders, and today Jessica had decided to torment James by accompanying him on his rounds of the plantation, riding beside him on her grey stallion as the negro overseer followed on his donkey and his two young bare chested barefoot negro runners ran behind ready to run messages if required. They rode around until they came to the swimming hole on the edge of the slave village where his father had built spacious huts with iron roofs for the workers. He stopped when he spotted some young slaves swimming. They were all naked, kids just having fun. He reined in his horse, “You better look away," he laughed as he motioned to Jessica to come alongside. “Why, I seen it all before," she said petulantly. “Anyway two of the boys look old enough to work,” she suggested. James looked, they had tufts of pubic hair and their cocks were pretty well developed. “Hey why aren’t you negroes working!” Jessica shouted. James agreed, “You boys, why aren’t you working?” he asked. …and then things took a turn
