4 comments/ 35726 views/ 2 favorites The Plantation Changes Hands By: alan55 (This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine's feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else.) * I come from an old North Carolina family. I've been working for the Department of Agriculture for a number of years. My father and grandfather and a lot of my relatives have been associated with farming for generations, all the way back to early Colonial times. I have been fairly close to my uncle Jim for years. I had just talked with him last week and he was in good spirits so it was quite a shock to hear that he had died from a tractor rollover. He was a tough old bird and he was still running the plantation at age 70. I always admired his down-to-earth work ethic. I was pretty devastated at the news. My uncle's 1,500 acre plantation was only 100 miles from where I lived so it was less than 2 hour drive to attend the funeral. At the dinner afterward, I was talking with the relatives about my uncle and found out he considered me his favorite. When the reading of the will took place, it came as no surprise that my uncle had left the entire plantation to me. Of all the relatives, Jim considered me the best candidate to run the plantation the way he would have wanted it to continue. I knew that a plantation of this size was not a part-time kind of situation. I would have to devote my energies full time to running it. It was no problem to quite my job with the Department of Agriculture, they were cutting back in my department already and I just took an early severance option. Also, being in my early 50s, I was still young enough and fit enough to run the plantation full time. Even though I had been close to Jim, I had never really kept up with where Jim was at with the plantation's day-to-day operation. I did not have a real good idea on how much equipment he had or if he had anyone working for him. The visit to the lawyer's office did not take very long, and by early afternoon I had the keys to the plantation in my hands. It was only another 20 minutes before I was standing on the doorstep to the plantation manor. The House was one of those classic pillared front porch glistening white two story mansions. As I strolled through the house I began to mentally survey the layout. There was the expected large open area just inside the door, with a large staircase that lead to the 2nd floor. To the sides of the main entrance were a den, dining room, kitchen, and a study. Upstairs there were 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and a study room. Such was the style of the house that I could almost picture myself as a pre-civil war plantation owner. My uncle was also an excellent judge of art. He collection included very few landscapes. Instead, his tastes tended more toward beautiful women and copies of 15th century masters. The artwork in the master bedroom included a number of paintings and statues of nude or semi-nude nicely proportioned female forms. I could tell that my uncle would have gone to sleep with a smile on his face each night. In the upstairs study, I found some ledgers that contained a record of the financial transactions for the plantation. There was also a log of the people that worked on the plantation for Jim. A third log, noted all the equipment and farm implements. All this would take some time to evaluate. Of immediate concern was the logbook of the workers. I was sure that they would have concerns as to what would happen to them, now that the plantation had a new owner. I would have to meet with them as a group to tell them of my plans and see how many wanted to stay on. Going back down to the first floor, I was barely at the bottom before I was greeted by a middle-aged man named Simon. Apparently he had spotted my car and went to check to see who was at the house. At first he was a little skeptical of my appearance (early 50's, average build, 5'5", and sandy hair). But once I explained to him who I was and my intentions, he started to warm up to me. After talking with Simon, he told me that he was somewhat the head of all the help on the plantation. He had worked there for more than 20 years and was well accustomed to everything on the plantation. His stocky build 5'10" frame and chiseled face told me that he was a 'down to earth' type of man even before he ever spoke a word. He told me that the plantation employed about 20 workers, some seasonal, some who lived in town, and some who lived in the small servant's quarters, small houses of no more than 500 sq ft, a little ways away from the main house. I could tell right off that this man would be invaluable to me in bringing me up to speed and helping to maintain day-to-day operations. As he began to go into details about the plantation, I invited him into the study for a drink. His preference for scotch and water further reinforced a sense of no non-sense about him. For the next 6 hours we talked, although most of the talking was done by Simon. He gave me a detailed account of how things had been the last few years, much more in-depth and personal than the ledger books upstairs could ever be. He told me stories of the very early years of the plantation's existence, beginning from the early 1700's. These were things that even my uncle did not divulge to me. Apparently, the origins of the plantation began with tobacco. At the time, it was a crop that would grow well in the existing climate and brought in good money. Up until the civil war, the plantation labor force was mostly Negro slaves. Slavery was a common practice at that time but common sense now prevails, and slavery of any kind is unconscionable. My uncle never believed in the practice and neither do I. Plantation workers now are all hired hands and treated with more respect. During the summer, the workforce is at full strength to tend the crops but in the winter there is only a minimal amount of people that are employed to look after the machinery and the mansion itself. There were 3 people that took care of the mansion, one a maintenance man and two other women who cleaned and prepared the meals. None of the three lived in the mansion. The all lived in the small servants quarters close to the mansion. It was more convenient for them then living in two 20 miles away and my uncle had provided their living quarters for nothing in partial trade for their services. Apparently Simon had hired all three and I trusted Simon's judgment by keeping them on. Greg was the maintenance man. Simon said he was pretty good at being Mr. Odd-job. Apparently he could fix just about anything. He was in his mid-30's, average build, with a square jaw and a good sense of humor. At least that's what Simon said. He wasn't the most handsome man on the planet but that's not what he was hired for. One of the housekeepers was Julie, she had dishwater blonde hair, about 5'7", average face, and not too bad of a body. As Simon described her, I could tell he had a liking for her. He said he preferred blondes with big boobs, and from Simon's description Julie had a nice set of 36DD's. I told Simon that as long it didn't interfere with work duties, I didn't care if the two of them hooked up. The third mansion staff member was an Asian-white gal named Jasmine, who had been working on the plantation since she turned 18, and that was 5 years ago. She was about 5ft tall, slender body, small boobs (too small for Simon's tastes apparently), dark hair and dark eyes. Simon said that she was kind of shy. Simon figured that since she started right she was 18 and had worked at the plantation since then, he figured her shyness probably worked out to very few romantic encounters with men. That not withstanding, he was pretty sure she was still a virgin. I made note of that in passing but did not let on to Simon. This was not really too much concern to me since I didn't think it had any affect on her duties in the mansion Apparently Julie was a pretty good cook so Simon assigned her to duties on keeping the first floor clean and cooking the meals. Jasmine occasionally filled in as extra help in the kitchen when needed but her primary duties were keeping the upstairs clean and doing most of the laundry. According to Simon, both gals did there jobs well and that was good enough recommendation for me. Chapter 02 -- getting to know the staff better With all the things I had to learn about running the plantation, I didn't have much time to spend relaxing in the mansion. That left me little time to get to know Gregg, Julie, or Jasmine for the first month. I did take note that Julie served up some good home cooking and Jasmine always had a relaxing bath waiting for me at the end of the day. I was much appreciative for both of them wanting to please me. After a couple of months, I became more familiar with the operation of the plantation itself and felt more comfortable with turning over some responsibility of running the place to Simon. Although most of the land was farmable, my uncle was smart enough to know that planting the same crop over and over again each year only depleted the soil. He had devised an excellent crop rotation plan that help keep the land fertile and seem to bring in a higher yield than his neighbors. Uncle Jim was also smart enough to know that some of the land needed to be set aside as woods and pasture. I had ridden horses before and I found myself fortunate that my uncle had a small stable of four horses. All four were well trained and very gentle. One morning, I decided to get more familiar with the layout of the plantation. I could have taken the pickup truck but this morning I felt like taking things in with a leisurely ride. Going out to the stables, I was deciding which of the horses to choose from when a beautiful bay mare came up and nuzzled my face. I figured that if this beautiful looking piece of horse flesh had taking a liking to me, then I should take her up on it. Grabbing a saddle and blanket, I saddled her up and climbed on. At first she seemed not too sure of her rider but she calmed down quickly and I knew that we would be in for a pleasant ride. It was mid-Spring and some of the grasses and early flowers were starting to bloom. There was a good fresh sent in the air. There had been a thunderstorm the night before and all the lightning that had accompanied it charged the air with a clean feeling. As I rode through the soon to be planted fields, I envisioned row after row of strong, healthy plants. The Farmer's Almanac had predicted a good year for planting and I was already starting to figure my yields, even before having planted one seed. At the edge of one large field, there was an equally large plot of pasture. My uncle had set this aside mostly for the horses but it was also good insurance toward having some extra land available for crops, should it be necessary. On the other side of the pasture was a wooded area with a small stream running through it. My uncle had planned well when he set aside this land. There was enough timber to supply firewood to heat the mansion all winter. The amount he cut was always less than what he could replant for a never ending supply of wood. Yes, my uncle had planned well. It was a shame he had not lived longer to enjoy it. I was just making my way back across the stream when the mare became fidgety. I couldn't figure out why she was acting this way until I heard the unmistakable sound of a rattlesnake. I didn't have much time to react before the horse threw me. I landed pretty hard on a fallen log and rolled down the ravine, accumulating numerous scrapes and bruises. I guess the mare got in a lucky shot and trampled the snake to death before bolting back to the barn. I was left in a daze. I hurt all over, in places I never thought I could hurt but especially my arm. I tried to get up but I soon crumpled to the ground from the badly sprained ankle. Although there were no other broken bones of sprains in the other leg, it felt like the mare had trampled me as well. Getting back on my feet right away did not seem like an option. Also, I could tell from the pain that my right arm was broken in at least one place. Thankfully it was a simple fracture. I did the best I could to drag myself over to a stump where I could be in a sitting position to assess my circumstances. I must not have been as strong as I thought I was at handling pain and I soon passed out. I awoke to someone calling my name. "Alan, Alan, where are you?" My mind was still in a fog but still clear enough to weakly call out for help. I heard the sound of multiple rushing feet coming toward me and I passed out again. I woke up in my bed back at the mansion. Apparently Simon had gotten concerned when the mare returned without me and went looking for me. It took 5 hours before they found me and hauled me back in the pickup truck. A doctor was dispatched, a splint put on my arm, and my scrapes cleaned and bandaged. The first face I recognized was Jasmine. Apparently she had been the one to make sure I was comfortable in my bed. Although I was pretty banged up, I regained my senses pretty quickly. From how I felt and the splint on my arm, I knew I would be spending the next week or so close to the mansion. For the first few days, I knew I would need help with getting in and out of bed and with bathing. The bathing part would be the most difficult because I was right handed and it was my right arm that was broken. It was a bit awkward to ask but Jasmine seemed to be the only logical choice. She was the most familiar with the upstairs, and my needs. Being shy, she agreed reluctantly. Since there might be times when I would need help in the middle of the night, I asked Jasmine if she would move into the bedroom next to mine so that she would be available if needed. Within an hour, she moved her things from her servant's quarters to the bedroom next door. This was a big relief to me. It had been a long day and sleep was all I wanted at the moment. I awoke the next morning to Jasmine humming a cheerful tune while she filled the bath tub. Even though she was shy, she was determined that her employer was going to get back on his feet as soon as possible. Shutting off the faucets, she came and helped me out of bead and into the bathroom. The first order of business was to pee and I knew it would be awkward for me to manage that. Looking at her, she soon realized my dilemma. Half closing her eyes, she helped pull down my drawers and ease me onto the toilet. Trying to preserve my modesty, she went back into the bedroom to straighten up things in there while I finished. Coming back into the bathroom, she was still blushing from when she helped pull down my drawers. It was now time to get into the bath and for that, everything had to come off. I noticed she blushed an even deeper shade of red as she helped remove the last of my clothes and eased me into the tub. Even though she was trying not to look, it was impossible not to notice my large, limp cock hanging down. She blushed an even deeper shade of red. I reassured her that it was ok, that we would both get through this as best we could, and that it was only a temporary thing until I could better take care of myself. A weak smile appeared on Jasmine's face and she thanked me for being so kind. With that I stepped into the tub and sank down into the warm, soothing water. As I tied to reach for the soap and scrub sponge with my left hand, Jasmine admonished me. "Let me do that for you." Realizing how much trouble it would be to manipulate the bar of soap and sponge at the same time, I relented and let her take on the task of washing my body. She first started with my left arm. Instead of feeling like she was scrubbing me, I felt more like she was caressing my body with the sponge. Raising my firs my left leg, then my right leg, Jasmine washed them with the same gentleness. She next moved on to my back, her gentle touch continued. All the while, my eyes never left her face. There was something about her that I couldn't put my finger on that fascinated me. Reaching for the bar of soap, she lathered up the sponge to wash my chest. Her washing seemed to be a labor of love, as the sponge crossed my chest and moved down to my stomach. It was at this time that I realized that my eyes were not on her face anymore but had wandered to her breasts. Jasmine had worn a thin cotton blouse this morning and the buttons were undone all the way down to her cleavage. Her front-hook bra had come undone and I could see her dark areoles and a hint of her nipples. Some of the water had splashed up on her blouse around her nipples and it had turned the material almost transparent. I was not sure if this was an accident or on purpose but I was enjoying the view. To avoid suspicion at having seen her firm breasts and nipples, I laid my head back on the edge of the tub and closed my eyes. My attention was suddenly diverted. I felt the sponge brush across my semi-hard cock down to my balls. Barely opening my eyelids, I looked back up at Jasmine's face and she seemed to be lost in thought. The next touch I felt was not the sponge, it was Jasmine's hand. Her gentle fingers were doing the washing now but instead of washing, her fingers were more like exploring my cock than washing it. They gently moved over my balls and glided up the length of my shaft. My cock was quickly becoming rock hard. Near the middle of my cock, her fingers wrapped around it and gave it a squeeze as if to gauge its reaction. Her fingers took a long time feeling my large cock head. She seemed to be mesmerized by the feel of it. With her being so sexually inexperienced, she must have been wondering how something so hard, could feel so soft. I noticed that her nipples had become stiffer as the minutes passed. Her thin cotton blouse, wet around her nipples from water having splashed up, looked almost transparent. What was she thinking? Was a man's cock something new to her or was it that I was so much bigger than anything she had ever encountered before? I was almost about to ask her but did not want to spoil the moment. Suddenly coming out of her revere and realizing what she was doing, her eyes locked onto my face to see if I was looking. Her fingers stayed wrapped around my cock. He face became a deep shade of red as she quickly withdrew her hand. She apologized profusely to the point of tears. I reassured her that it was all right, I wasn't upset with her. I tried to reassure her that she was only making sure she had done a good job of washing me. Little did she realize that I let her continue playing with my cock because her fingers felt so good on it. I was actually disappointed that it did not last longer. She finally helped me out of the tub and dried me off. On the chair was a fresh set of clothes for me to put on. As I began to change, she left to go fix my breakfast. Even as she walked out the door, she was still blushing a deep shade of pink. As she walked out of the bathroom, and until she was out of sight, I admired her cute ass swaying back and forth in her knee length full skirt. I was determined that I was not going to act like an invalid, laying in bed all day, so I gingerly made my way down to the table, limping some from the sprained ankle. Jasmine had my breakfast and morning paper waiting for me. This normally would have been Julie's job but Jasmine must have worked something out with Julie. As I sat down, I noticed Jasmine's bra was now hooked and her blouse buttoned up. Her blouse was still damp around her nipples but had dried sufficiently that her nipples were not as prominent. She gave me a shy smile and turned away. Her faces was almost back to its normal color, not the shade of red and pink it had been when she was washing me. The Plantation Changes Hands All that day, I just sat around taking it easy while Julie and Jasmine took care of their normal duties. Every once in a while, Jasmine would come by to check on how I was doing. I was thankful she took an interest in my welfare but I did note that it seemed like she was paying more attention to me now. As the days passed, my injuries healed to where I was able to get around good and do most things for myself. The only thing I needed help with was bathing, so I wouldn't get the splint on my right arm wet. Jasmine was always right there to help with my bathing in the evenings. After that first bath, she was careful to avoid brushing up against my cock. She wanted to avoid embarrassing me. I on the other hand, had enjoyed that first bathing experience and wished she would an excuse to repeat it. After a few weeks, had gone by. I happened to be up really late looking at the plantation's books when I heard a soft noise, like someone was in pain. I got up from my desk to see where it was coming from. Stepping into the hallway, I determined that it was coming from the vicinity of Jasmine's bedroom. I was concerned that she might have eaten some bad food for dinner and it was just now getting to her. I opened the door to her room and was about to speak but just could not get any words out. It was a full moon out that warm night and Jasmine had left the curtains open. The moonlight spilled across her bed, illuminating herl body, covered by a thin sheet. I could see movement on her chest and down by her pussy. It only took a minute to realize it was her hands that were playing across her breasts and dipping into her pussy. I stood in the doorway, mesmerized at the sight of her body shifting back and forth, hearing her heavy breathing. It was only a couple minutes later that I distinctly heard her call out my name, "Alan, don't stop, don't stop . . . oh my gawd, I'm cumminnnnnnnggggg!!!!!" With that Jasmine arched her back and froze for a few seconds, a stifled moan coming out of her lips. I was so horny that my cock was sticking straight out from my PJs. There was a large wet spot of pre-cum on the end. Quietly closing the door, I closed the door and crept back to my room. I had just witnessed Jasmine having a fantastic orgasm, with me at the center of it, and I was hard as a rock. I tried using my left hand to stroke my cock but I was so use to using my now splinted right hand that I could not get myself off. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. My thoughts were too much on Jasmine. In the succeeding nights, I again caught Jasmine playing with herself to orgasm. Each time, I heard her call out my name. Each time, she came in a beautifully sensual orgasm, panting wildly afterward. I couldn't wait to get the splint off so I could use my right hand to satisfy myself. I was in frustrated agony at thinking of her finding pleasure with me and me not being able to do anything about it. It also seemed like her breasts had grown a size. Was her constant excitement for me causing them to grow or was it my imagination. Chapter 03 -- Falling for Jasmine I was finally able to get the splint off my arm but it would take a few more days before I had full use of my arm. Even though I didn't require Jasmine's assistance, I let her stay in the second floor bedroom of the mansion. I was getting use to having her around. I was also getting use to listening to her nighttime cries of pleasure. My thoughts of her were beginning to fill my head on a more frequent basis. I dreamed of her more than once. Was I falling in love with her? After a few months more, she started to notice that I was paying more attention to her. In the evenings, when she had completed her duties, I asked her to sit with me on the porch. We would talk and she would tell me her hopes and dreams. I found that I was becoming more at ease with her with every passing day. I knew then that the employer/employee relationship would not work anymore. Things had changed between us and I could not let it go back to the way things were when I first took over the plantation. It finally came down to not having her as an employee. After a lot of soul searching over the weekend, on Monday morning I called a local employment agency and scheduled an appointment. The agency looked through their files, made some calls and within an hour, there were 3 women seated in the waiting room of the employment agency for me to interview. By noon, I had made my choice and the woman agreed to my working conditions and pay. Before heading home, I made another stop at a store in town. Arriving home, I called Jasmine into my study. She was a bit nervous because I made my request in a serious tone. I asked her to shut the door, as I wanted this to be a private conversation. Jasmine was really getting nervous now. "Jasmine, the reason I called you in here is because I have something to say. I've been watching the way you have been working since I took over and I have come to a decision. I do not want you to work as a servant on the plantation anymore." At this point the tears began to flow. "But sir, I have worked on the plantation now for 5 years and have I not done everything you have asked? How have I displeased you?" She slumped down into a chair and buried her face in her hands, crying her eyes out. Her tears flowed so freely that she did not see me kneel down in font of her. "Jasmine, I do not want you working on the plantation as a servant anymore because . . . ." As she slowly lifted her head and began to wipe the tears from her eyes, she began to understand why I did not want her to work as a servant on the plantation anymore. In front of her was a small open box, with a gold band, topped with a diamond. "Because I want you to be my wife!" It took a minute for it to sink in but then the tears flowed again. This time tears of joy. "YES, YES, YES." She lunged at me and wrapped her arms around my neck so hard that she knocked me backwards onto the floor, her tears drenching my face. They did not stop flowing for another hour. Her eyes were red and her makeup was badly smeared. For the next 4 hours, we talked about plans for the wedding. I wanted it to be as soon as possible. I had desired her for so long that I was unwilling to have a long engagement. We would have the wedding take place in the mansion. There would be a few relatives and some of the local people attending. In addition, I had found a beautifully elaborate Mid-1800's wedding dress in the attic that looked to be just her size. In the same storage chest was a period suit that fit me just fine. We would have an authentic mid-1800's wedding that included period dress for the entire wedding party. The reception would take place in the mansion as well. While I was in town, I contacted a minister and found he was available for the date I wanted. He said he was happy to see the mansion occupied by a husband and wife again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Saturday morning of the wedding, I had not seen Jasmine. She and Julie had been busy in Jasmine's bedroom getting ready. An hour before the wedding my brother and I were reminiscing about old times, first loves, my first wife and sons. The guests were starting to filter in. I had hired a professional decorator to put up the wedding decorations. There were flowers and streamers decorating the pillars on the porch. There were more streamers and flowers decorating the front entrance, staircase to the upstairs, and the large room on the right where the wedding would take place. With minutes to go before the wedding I was becoming the consummate fidgety, nervous groom. Suddenly the minister signaled the orchestra to change their tune to the Wedding March. My brother and I took our places at the foot of the staircase. As we looked up we saw Julie dressed in a pale blue chiffon dress, slowly walking down the steps. Even though my brother was married, I could tell that he was starting to drool at the sight of her. At the bottom of the steps, my brother took her arm and escorted her into the ceremony room. As I watched Julie pass through the doorway, the music suddenly became louder and my attention was snapped back to the top of the stairs. At the top of the stairs stood this beautiful woman in a Southern Belle white wedding dress and a veiled face, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hand. I was mesmerized at the sight of this black haired beauty as she slowly glided down the steps. When she hit the bottom of the steps and our eyes met I almost shed a tear. Turning, I took her in my arm and we moved into the other room, down the isle, between all the guests. The ceremony room was lit with dozens of candles. There were two candelabras on each side of a flowered arch. The minister was standing just behind the arch, and Jasmine and I turned and faced each other under the arch. From that point on, I don't remember that there was anyone else there in the room. I don't remember a word from the entire ceremony, my attention was so focused on what was in front of me. I only remember placing a golden ring on her finger and saying "I do". I gave her a deep passionate kiss and we turned to go back down the isle. It was then that I realized there had been other people there all the time, watching us. Jasmine grabbed her flowers and we fairly flew down the isle, back out into the large entryway of the mansion. I didn't have too much time to think about now being a husband. We were suddenly surrounded by relatives and well-wishers. The reception started soon after. There were all kinds of fruit, dishes that had been brought by neighbors, and the main course of a hog that had been slowly roasting all night long. There were so many things going on and so many people to greet that I lost track of it all. For a time, I even lost track of Jasmine. Apparently some of the women had spirited her away to another room, I imagined to give her advice for how to please me in the bridal chamber. As the afternoon wore on, the crowd thinned until at last Jasmine and I were alone. I took her in my arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. I told her that I had on more surprise for her. Waiting in front was a flower decorated white carriage, drawn by two magnificent white horses. Simon was seated in the driver's seat waiting for us. I lifted Jasmine's thin waist into the seat and sat down beside her. I signaled Simon and we proceeded to take a leisurely rid around the plantation. When we reached the top of a hill, I signaled Simon to stop. It was the perfect setting. The sun was just dipping into the horizon. The soft warm glow of the sun's last rays gave a warmth to Jasmine's eyes that melted my heart. Our lips met in a passionate embrace and didn't come apart for another 20 minutes. We held each other tight for entire time back to the mansion. After helping her ou of the carriage, Simon drove it away to be unhitched. As he was leaving I reminded he that he was to make sure that we were not to be disturbed until noon the next day. Chapter 03 -- The bridal chamber We stood on the porch watching the last rays of the sun play across the sky. I turned to Jasmine again, kissed her, then lifted her off her feet in my arms and carried her across the threshold. Once inside, I didn't put her down. I whisked her up the stairs and carried her into the master bedroom before placing her on her feet again. With one last look in her eyes, she gave me a "stay right there, don't move' kiss and stepped into the master bathroom. As I began to undo my cufflinks and tie, I heard her softly singing. I knew she would be a while in the bathroom getting ready for me so I took my time undressing. I unlaced my shoes and placed them under the dresser. As I hung my coat and pants on the hanger, I thought about how some men are fortunate to find a woman as passionate as Jasmine. I reached for my cologne and gave my body a couple of shots. I slipped off my socks and boxer shorts and slipped on my silk pajamas and robe. Settling in into a comfortable chair, I sipped on a glass of brandy to calm my wedding night jitters. Even though I had a few girlfriends in my younger years, and a wife in previous years, I still felt nervous since this would be the first time Jasmine and I had sex. She had insisted that we wait until our wedding night and I had been so sexually keyed-up since the first time I saw her months ago, laying on her moon-lit bed masturbating while she thought of me, that I was almost going crazy. I was so lost in thought before now that I had not noticed the bathroom door was not fully closed. In the mirror, I could see Jasmine preparing herself for me. She was slowly, seductively brushing her hair until it was silky smooth and shiny. Next, I watched her take a bottle of moisturizer, slowly coating her arms, legs, and body with the creamy liquid. I was especially taken with how her moisturizing hands played across hr breasts, adding a bit of moisturizer to her erect nipples. The way Jasmine did it was extremely sensual. She almost seemed to play her hands across her breasts as if it were me doing it. I could see a dreamy look in her face. She was intently preparing to make me the happiest man on the planet. My emotions were bouncing back and forth from being extremely turned on, to almost crying from joy, thinking how she filled my heart with so much love. My reverie was cut short when I noticed that her singing had stopped. I watched as the bathroom door slowly opened wider. Jasmine had barely started to open the door when the bathroom light went off. Swinging the door further open, I saw Jasmine slowly emerge into the bedroom. I could smell her perfume at almost the same time as I saw her, filling the room and filling my senses. Her body was bathed in the combination of moonlight and soft candlelight. This was the angel of perfection I had waited years for. Jasmine was dressed in a sheer black teddy. Her bra encased small, but firm, breasts and was sheer enough I could see her dark nipples and areoles. Her panties reveled a nice tight ass and a perfectly shaved pussy. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her breasts in a seductively manner. I rose to meet her half way and took her into my arms, my eyes riveted on hers. Her perfume was intoxicating. I again had another opportunity to taste her sweet lips. We kissed for what seemed forever before leading her out onto the master bedroom balcony. The second floor master bedroom had a balcony that offered an unobstructed view of the plantation fields and wooded area behind. The view from the balcony did not include any of the out buildings or servants quarters. The balcony faced the east and provided me with morning sunshine. Tonight, however, it was illuminated with a full moon so bright it almost blotted out the stars. My mind had a brief thought of throwing a lasso around it, like James Stewart in "It's a Wonderful Life", so that I could bring it closer to illuminate my beautiful bride. With one hand around each other's waist and one hand on the railing. We talked about how happy we both were to have found each other. How fortunate that my uncle had passed the plantation on to me. She told me how perfect the wedding day had been for her and I told her how perfect she looked. She said the carriage ride was a nice romantic touch. She was so filled with emotion, I thought she was almost going to cry. I took Jasmine in my arms and gave her a passionate kiss. The heat of her body close to me only stoked the desire in my heart and loins. My hands roamed the softness of her body. After a few minutes, she gently pushed me away a little bit, whispering, "let me start". With that, she lead me back into the bedroom and slipped my robe off of me and laid it on the chair. Slowly unbuttoning my pajama top, her fingers gently pushed it off my chest and off my shoulders. Her fingers roamed over my chest softly and seductively. I was a bit nervous, but at the same time horny as hell. When her eyes lowered, it was obvious to Jasmine that I had an intense desire for her. Beneath my pajama bottoms, my cock stood out at full attention. Jasmine ran her fingers over my silk covered bulge driving me almost to the brink. Her fingers finally undid the button on my pajama bottoms, allowing them to fall to my ankles, where I kicked it to the side. I soon found her fingernails lightly tracing the underside of my balls and cock. Each time she did my cock jerked. I watched as her lips made contact with my balls, kissing them. Her kisses worked there way up my shaft until her lips were poised at my pre-cum covered cock head. Like a woman starved for food, her lips suddenly opened and engulfed my large purple cock head. I immediately felt her tongue lapping at the underside of my cock head, where it is most sensitive. I watched in awe as I saw her lips slowly sink down the length of my shaft. With each movement of her lips, my cock jumped with the sensation. I was fast approaching the point of no return and Jasmine knew it. Her slowly bobbing head began to speed up a little, sucking hard as she pulled up. I was about to lose my mind from her ministrations. Then it hit. My balls tightened up, and a powerful surge coursed up my shaft, exciting the tip in a forceful spray into Jasmine's waiting mouth. The amount and force of my cum was almost too much for Jasmine to swallow but she did her best to drink down every drop. My legs were almost so wobbly I could hardly stand. It took me a few minutes to recover as she stood again in front of me. "How was that?" "That was wonderful but now it's time to reciprocate." With that, I gently picked her up in my arms and placed her on the bed. The silk sheets were no match for smoothness compared to her silky skin. Her sheer teddy cover had a tie in front that it only took me a few minutes to untie. I could see that the bra had a front clasp and I had it undone in no time, freeing her breasts. The warm candlelight played across her dark, swollen nipples as my fingers began to play with them. I could tell she like this because it was not long before her nipples turned really stiff. Her eyes closed in bliss as my mouth closed over each nipple, alternating suck on each. Before long, Jasmine was moaning and arching her back. Within 10 minutes, Jasmine began to go into uncontrollable shaking. Her mouth opened and she alternated between panting and pleasurable moans for more. Soon after, she stiffened and let out a loud moan. It was a couple of minutes before she quite shaking after her body eased back onto the bed. I began to see how sensually responsive my bride was. I had to explore more of her slender body. This was the first time I had ever seen her body naked, let alone run my fingers across her soft, smooth skin. Jasmine creamy thighs were well toned, and my fingers traced over every inch of them. My face was close enough that I know she could feel my warm breath. Her sheer black panties did not leave much to the imagination but I still had to see what her pussy and ass totally uncovered. I gently hooked my fingers on the inside of the waistband on each side and pulled down. Her panties slid effortlessly down her firm ass, silky thighs, and finally off her legs completely. Once off of her, I gave them a toss and they landed on the floor across the room. When I look back to Jasmine, I was treated to the sight of a completely smooth pussy. Somehow Jasmine knew I loved to feel the smoothness and heat of a completely shaved pussy. She said that it mad her feel more sensual as well. I had to see more though. Gently applying pressure to the inside of her thighs, Jasmine lowly spread her legs for me. I could now see her moist slit. As I bent down to get a better look, the scent of her sex filled my nostrils. The Plantation Changes Hands I was drawn to planting kisses across her smooth pussy mound, nuzzling her from side to side. I was in heaven and enjoying every minute. I began to work my lips lower and lower until I made contact with her pussy lips. They were already becoming puffy from the stimulation I had given her nipples and the kisses to her upper mound. As my tongue darted into her pussy lips, I heard Jasmine suck in a breath and her hips rise to meet my tongue. I spread her legs even wider so I could have better access. With my fingers on each side of her pussy, I spread her lips far apart. Before me was a red and swilling clit. I took one quick lap of my tongue across it and Jasmine nearly jumped off the bed, her hips rising to meet my tongue. I licked again and her hips did the same thing. Apparently Jasmine had an extremely sensitive clit and I was going to make sure she enjoyed the feeling of my tongue as much as possible. Soon I was into a rhythm of licking her pussy and tonguing her clit that closely matched the rise and fall of her hips. He clit was becoming really swollen, almost a bright red. Her juices were flowing freely and I was tying hard to keep up with swallowing the flow. Her hands went to my head and shoved my lips tighter to her pussy lips. She was beginning to pant hard again and I knew she was coming close to another climax. As I felt her body start to shake, my lips locked on to her clit and sucked for all they were worth. This was the extra she needed to send her over the top and she started bucking so hard she almost threw me off the bed. Some women are quiet moaners when they orgasm, some are screamers. Jasmine was a loud moaner. When she came, she moaned really loud. I continued to suck her clit until her body stopped thrashing. This was incredible. None of the other women I had ever been with had been so responsive, and I had yet to actually fuck her. I let her cool a little, to give her a rest and also to let her start out from a lower level of excitement than near climax for what was to come. Jasmine had initially sucked a lot of my cum out of me a little while ago but while sucking her tits and pussy, I had had time to recharge. My cock was rock hard and throbbing again. I was ready for it to join with her body. Moving up her slender frame, my kisses continued until I found her lips. In this position, my cock first grazed her inner thighs, then the tip felt the entrance of her pussy. The heat of her unshaved pussy was now making contact with the tip of my engorged purple cock head. I shifted my hips and began to slowly make thrusting motions. It took a while but I was finally able to push the head of my cock into Jasmine's pussy. Once my cock head had made it into her, I found that it was going to be a while before I could feel all of my shaft inside her. Jasmine had the tightest pussy I had ever known. Had she not been well lubricated already from the previous orgasms, there is no way I would have been able to slide inside her. It was slow going but I finally had my fat 7 & ½ in cock buried all the way into her. I knew this because I could feel my cock head hit her cervix and my balls were touching her ass. I had to hold still for a little bit to let Jasmine get used to my size. I knew I had stretched her pussy walls almost to the limit. Once she had become accustomed to my size, I began to gently rock back and forth in her in long, slow strokes. Now that my cock was fully inside Jasmine, I could also enjoy pinching her swollen nipples and nuzzling her neck. Jasmine's body was already beginning to respond again. Her hips began to sway back and forth and push up to meet my thrusts. Her chest arched up to meet my lips when I would alternate between pinching them and sucking on them. I could tell Jasmine was having the time of her life. As I made love to her, she told me how much she loved me, that she had hoped I would fall for her as much as she had fallen for me. She was again moaning, this time mainly from the stimulation my cock was giving her. Jasmine's body had already experience two orgasms before and it didn't take long before the third one hit. This was different than the first two though. With the first two, it was like seeing her orgasm spike, then come back down. With the third one, she climaxed and stayed at almost that level. As my cock slid back and forth into her, she began to experience non-stop orgasms and her orgasms came in such a rapid succession that I could not tell when one ended and another one began. Because Jasmine had made me cum by sucking me, she had gotten me past that initial first 'quick first one' and I was settling in to give her a pussy pounding whe would never forget. It wasn't too long before movement across her body was enhanced by the copious sweat from the both of us. I alternated between sucking her nipples and shoving my tongue deep into her throat, as I shoved my cock deep into her pussy. I have no idea how long we had been making love, I was lost in our physical and spiritual bonding. I do know that the intense stimulation Jasmine's pussy was having on my cock and was driving me toward an unstoppable, massive climax. My breathing became heavier and shorter, the sweat was literally pouring off me, and I was beginning to feel my balls tighten up. And then it hit me, I felt a massive surge of cum streak through my shaft. I drove into Jasmine as deep as I could, even past her cervix and into her fertile womb. I felt my cock head throb an instant before it sprayed jet after hot jet of sticky cum directly into her womb. When Jasmine felt my cum hit her insides, she too went into an orgasm. This one, however, was unlike the previous ones. Her pussy muscles clamped down on my cock really hard. They squeezed my shaft so hard I thought it was going to turn into a pencil. At the same time her pussy rippled up and down my shaft, milking it. I thought I had heard loud moans from Jasmine before, but when she opened her mouth, I thought I should have been wearing ear plugs. I'm sure that both Simon and Julie were able to hear it, even though the windows were closed and the servants quarters where they stayed, were a good 50 yards away. My head was spinning for some time. I was dizzy and drained. I had collapsed on top of Jasmine and it seemed like an hour before I could move. As I rolled off of her onto my back, my softening cock pulled out of her pussy with a reluctant plop. I smiled at her and she smiled at me and we both told each other "I love you" and drifted off into blissful sleep. ----------------------------- Morning came late for Alan. The celebration the night before and late into the night left him too exhausted to get up at his usual 'crack of dawn' wake up time. It was 9;30 before he had showered, shaved, and dressed for breakfast. As he sat down at the table, Julie handed him his morning paper and gave him the 'all knowing' smirk. Alan looked at her with a brief smile but then dismissed her with, "Why don't you fetch me my breakfast". As Alan read his paper he wondered where Jasmine was, she should have been up and about by now. The morning light poured through the open curtains of the bedroom and Jasmine began to stir. She only had a thin sheet covering her but she felt really warm and the bed was absolutely soaked in sweat. There was a giant wet spot where her ass was and her fingers were soaked as well. She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and it read 10:00am. She dreamily reached her arm over to the opposite side of the bed for Alan but found it was empty. Lazily she sat up and looked around, only to discover that she was in her servants quarters bedroom. She was momentarily confused. As her head cleared more, the calendar on the wall started to confirm her spreading disappointment. It had only been a month since the plantation owner Jim had died and the new owner, Alan, had taken over. Alan had treated her well. At times, in fact, it seemed as though he was flirting with her. She often day-dreamed that Alan would notice her enough to sweep her off her feet and marry her. It took a while but she finally realized that everything that had happened; Alan's accident and his baths, their building romance, their fairytale marriage, and especially the bridal chamber love making, had all been last night's dream. The disappointment was that it had all seemed so real. Sliding her exhausted, naked body out of the bead, she stood in front of the window, looking at the mansion just 100 yards away and wondered, "Had her dream been just a longing for what she hoped for, or a premonition of what was to come". Whichever it was, she longed for it to be the latter.