les histoires de chrislebo

"Cum inside me," she cried out. "PLEASE ... PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!"

Mike groaned loud and grunted multiple times as he shot his load inside her. He rolled off her body totally spent, his stream of cum poured out of her pussy.

***** man! You sure jacked your whole load inside her!" Kenny indicated to his friend as he came up on the bed stroking his lengthy erection in his hand.

Mike replied his friend: "Your papa!" and then they both exploded in sarcastic mirth.

Kenny lay on his back and brought Becca to mount him. Kenny had an enormous sized cock just like her master's, and she had to take her time to ground her ass on him in order to get used to his girth. Cum juice poured from her cunt and lathered his shaft down to his balls as he went on slamming his cock all the way into her; her ass made a loud squishing sound each time she landed on him.

Her eyes widened she felt a probing finger in her puckered anus. She half turned her head, thinking that perhaps it was her master, but was surprised to see Taiwo there, grinning back at her.

"Oh yeah, Olu called us earlier and told us a lot about you; about how much you love black cock. He also told us that he'd broken through your asshole, too. I guess not it's going to be my turn to hit."

He went and got a lube tube which he then returned with the grease her ass with. When he was ready, he pushed her forward, hunching over her, and Becca shut her eyes at the same time steeled herself as she felt the head of his cock straining through her anal muscle. She groaned and tried relaxing her straining sphincter. Taiwo groaned through his teeth as well as he ****** his cock to slip in a few more inches.

"God you're so tight!" Taiwo muttered, gripping her hips.

The feeling was of pain and joy mixed together. She didn't cry out as much as she'd done early, and in no time the three of them established a rhythm of fucking with her doing much of the movement herself. She was sandwiched between them, taking their cock all the way to the hilt. Kenny grasped her tits with his mouth while his friend nibbled on her earlobe and sometimes gave her love bites on her shoulders as he grunted steadily into her ear. Becca kept screaming for them to fuck her harder; she arrived at another climax not too long. A while later Taiwo couldn't take it much any longer and bellowed as he pulled out of her in time to spray her buttocks with his load of semen. Kenny kept on slamming his cock into her even as his colleague's semen rolled down her butt to stain the sheets. Still holding onto her, he rolled over to be on top. He balanced himself on his toe and began fucking her in long strokes. His cock was sending shards of excitement tearing through every fiber of her body. The final orgasm that came to her came with the ***** of being slammed by a high speed train, and not long after that Kenny came too.

She couldn't tell if she passed out of just shut her eyes and pretended to fall asleep. When she felt a hand groping her arm, her eyes came open and she saw her master standing there beside the bed gazing down at her nakedness; his three friends sat on the bed ribbing each other over the bout of white pussy they'd just had.

"You enjoying yourself?" Olu asked her.

"Oh yes, master," she replied with glee. "More than ever. As a matter of fact, I haven't had this much fun ever."

Her hands went to work on the zipper of his pants and she wasn't surprised to see that he was sporting a hard-on. She extracted his cock from inside and he held her head and began fucking her face with his cock.

"You're such a well-trained slut, do you know that?" he said to her.

"Oh yes, master. I can't thank you enough for everything." She resumed sucking him till he finally came in her mouth and then she licked him clean.

An hour later after she'd cleaned herself up in his friend's bathroom they took their leave. The streets were quiet; few vehicles drove past them. Their windows were rolled down and a cold breeze blew into the car, bringing goose pimples over Becca's arms. She rested her head on her master's shoulder as he drove.

"I'm never going to forget this night," she mumbled.

"Don't worry, you won't."

They drove straight for home.

Arnold was diligent at his job. In the week since he arrived, he'd taken him less time to settle in and get adjusted to the rhythm of his work office, which was as Projection Design Manager, located at the Federal Light terminal of the Port Harcourt/Onne Jetty. His routine was simplistic and downright frugal, an observation that wasn't lost on the other expatriate workers around, most especially his fellow Britons, and it hoped that by the time of his next work rotation, he would have loosened up and learn to take due advantage of not only his office but the whims and excitement of being a foreigner in this part of Africa.

Arnold was well aware of the whims they were referring to, much of which involved a lot of the foreigners sampling the city's local girls, especially the ones that resided close to the camp. He could easily indulge himself too into getting a sure taste of them ... though he was yet to meet anyone that caught his fancy. And anyway, his work for now was what took up his time the most.

He operated on a simple routine. His alarm clock wakes him up at 5:30a.m at the large residential camp where he was being quartered, along with a majority of foreigners and some nationals working at the Onne Jetty. He goes out for an early morning jog around several blocks before returning to his apartment and jumping into the shower. Sometimes he makes himself a cup of coffee and then sits in the apartment's living room to watch cable on TV, or if he wasn't interested, he'd stroll down towards the camp's restaurant building and eat there along with several other expatriates. His transport vehicle—a white Hilux jeep—arrived almost always between 7:00a.m and 7:20a.m to pick him up, which was about the same time most of the expatriates too left the camp to their various offices. The drive down to the jetty was three miles. He would remain there at his work station till 11:30a.m when he would depart for lunch break and be back at the office an hour later or thereabouts to continue with the work.

Closing hour was 5:30p.m, with a drive back to the camp. How did he spend his evenings? Sometimes he strolled down to the camp's poolside bar (he preferred being at the poolside than at the bar) and had a beer or two and talked shop with some fellow Britons as well as other expatriates, before deciding whether to eat at the restaurant or return to his apartment and cook himself something. It was either that or he stayed indoors and watched cable. Each time he starved himself of the urge to pick his cell phone and dial Becca's number. He missed her not being there with him. All he wanted was just the sound of her voice ... to know how well she was getting with Olu, and if possible to ask when she'd plan to come down to Port Harcourt and visit him. It sure would be lovely having her here. At least then he could show her off to the numerous Brits he was friendly with, so then they too know who what he has. Several of them too had their wives here in the camp as well, and Becca sure would make friends easily with them.

Fortunately he didn't have to make that call to find out her answer; master Olu called him at his office on a Wednesday afternoon, a week and two days after his arrival, to let him know two things: the first was that he'd made a request of extending Arnold's stay in the country for another two weeks, as the duration of his rotation stated for him to remain in-country for four, by which time his back-to-back reliever would arrive from Europe to take over from him while he returned home to convalesce. Arnold had been aware of this only recently and was surprised how Olu could know of it.

"You're forgetting, white boy," Olu sniggered at him through the phone, "I'm the master, and you're the slave. There's just about nothing you're doing down there that I'm not aware of. I can even tell you what your office chair looks like. Would you want to know?"

"No, no, master. I was only wondering how you—"

"Never mind about the how," said Olu brusquely. "Just for you to know that I've got fingers and ********* over there in P.H and I can reach you whenever. Anyway, enough of that. The second thing I'm calling you about is to let you know I've got a two week break from my office, and I figured it's time I had me a vacation with Becca. We're heading over to Port Harcourt this Friday to see how your ass is doing."

Arnold paused for a moment, not knowing whether to be elated by this or not. Privately, he was elated. Of seeing his wife after more than a week now ... and of seeing master Olu with her. All this time that he told himself that it was only his wife he was missing, but it wasn't until later on that he came to realize that he missed the master's presence as well. He missed the brusqueness of his voice and his intimidating presence. Never before had he ever thought he could be so cowered or subjugated by an individual but he was truly one of a kind.

"Hey, white boy!" Olu yelled into his earpiece. "Your ass still there?"

Arnold returned to the present. "Oh yes ... yes, master, I'm here. That's really good news, of both of you coming down here."

"I figured you'd be happy about it. You itching to suck some more black cum? I know you're just about starved of it over at that residence camp."

"Yes master, they don't serve such in their menu."

"They don't have to, white boy. Black cum is like caviar—too precious to go to waste. But there's got to be some Nigerians staying there at the camp with you. Don't tell me you haven't begun mixing with any?"

Arnold bit down on his lip. "Well, em ... no, no, I really am not much of the friendly sort."

"You don't have to be the friendly sort to get yourself some new friends, white boy. For God's sake, this is Africa and not England. No wonder Becca's so unhappy being with your dull ass. Here's an assignment for you, white boy. You listening closely?"

"Hold on, master." Arnold left his desk and went to his door and turned in the lock so as not to be disturbed before returning to his chair. "Yes master, go ahead."

"You're going to find yourself a black friend there at the camp. I don't care if he resides there, or if he's a staff worker, but that's what you're going to do. And you're going to befriend him and tell him how much you'd like to get a taste of his cock. And you're going to take a snapshot of you sucking his cock with your phone and send it to me, and you must get it done on or before Friday. I don't care how you do it, but make sure it gets done. You hear me, white boy?"

"I do, master. But ... what if I don't find someone? Or what if he thinks I'm gay or something and runs out on me?"

"Focus, white boy!" Olu snapped. "No black man is going to walk around with a sign hanging off his neck saying he loved feeding white men his cock. This isn't Belgium or Greenwich Village, New York. You're just going to have to get past that hurdle yourself by whichever means you can. I really don't care, but just get it done on or before Friday. And don't think about crossing me if you don't."

The line disconnected. Arnold sighed before then returning to his work. An hour later he was off for his lunch break.

Early evening arrived when he returned to the camp. He took a bath and then wore a shirt and khaki shorts and sandals and then left his apartment and strolled towards the camp's poolside bar.

There were only a handful of white men there; majority of them were only just arriving at the camp from work, thus the bar won't be feeling lively till the next hour or so. I noticed a white couple swimming in the pool. The white women looked nothing like his Becca, still, watching the woman only made him long for her. He got to the bar and ordered a Becks beer and then turned around.

A black man was at that moment seated alone at a table facing the swimming pool. He had a glass of beer standing close to his arm. Arnold remained where he was at the bar counter, sizing him up, wondering how he would make his pitch. Already he'd noticed how divided a majority of the foreigners at the camp seemed to be: the Americans tend to stick to themselves, same with the Brits, French, and even Asians. On few occasions he'd observed them mingling with each other. He kept thinking of reasons why he shouldn't do what he needed to do. But then he recalled the words of his master. And he'd been right about another thing when they'd talked on the phone¬—he really was starved of black cum. The desire of having the taste of it in his mouth was overwhelming. Night after night since he arrived here, in his dreams he saw himself kneeling before his master, taking his black cock into his mouth and just sucking the cum out of it. It had taken Arnold a short while, during that unforgettable moment when he and his wife had shared black master Olu's cock and then his cum, to realize how induced he now was towards blacks. Like his wife before now, he too had spent his entire life living in conservative England, pretending to be liberal outward while maintaining a strong line of bigotry in his heart, especially whenever he read the papers and became aware of the strong influx of immigrants flooding into the island, stealing jobs that weren't meant for them. It wasn't like he hated blacks ... just hadn't had anything to connect them with. But more than that, he preferred it when they simply kept to themselves while he too did likewise and remained on his side of the fence. But look at it now, the situation has undoubtedly changed for him and Becca. Prior to them setting foot in Nigeria, they were happy¬—or where they really? ¬—at least as happy as any couple could be. Now they were different.

Arnold sipped his beer at the same time pretended not to stare at the black man who was seated less than three feet from him. In his mind he envisioned how he was going to approach him. Should he be bold¬—walk up to him and just ask him straight out if he could escort him to his apartment and suck his black cock? No, that would be going all out. He decided to be subtle. He made like he was strolling past the man's table, then turned and glanced his way and smiled.

"Hi there," he said, waving a hand and then indicating at the nearly finished glass of beer the man was ********. "You look like you could use a refill."

The black man looked at his glass like he was surprised seeing his beer now at low level. "Could you imagine that," he said. "I thought was just of coming down here and having myself a single glass and then pushing off."

"Mind if I get you another?" before even the man could protest, Arnold had signaled one of the female waiters there to get both of them a second round.

He sat down and shook hands with the man, introducing himself as well. The man introduced himself as Abbey Williams. He worked as a junior contract staff for a multinational construction company tasked with expanding the key-side of the Onne jetty. Arnold felt himself warm up to the man's company. He seemed affable enough, and he was in his early-thirties and unmarried. What made him even better was that he seemed to have almost a similar build as master Olu. As the young man laughed at one of his anecdotes, he could help but wonder how big his cock might be. At that moment, a couple of white men were strolling towards the poolside with a couple of scanty-clad young black girls with them, frolicking together. The group went past their table; Arnold noticed the disgusted look on Abbey's face and was piqued by it.

"You don't like them?" Arnold cocked a thumb back at the group.

"You referring to the white men or just the women?" asked Abbey.

"The women."

"Nothing to be liked about them¬—they're fucking trailer-thrash sluts, and that's all they're every going to be."

"You're not married?"

Abbey sipped his beer and then refilled his glass. "Not even engaged to be. I'm still having fun being single."

"I thought you Nigerians tended to marry early? At least that's what one of my colleagues told me."

"Depending on if you've got a nagging family and have the means already," Abbey replied. "Down here the jobs are often hard to find, and the women can be hungry sharks in just the blink of an eye."

Arnold laughed. "But I thought you're having fun with them."

"Depends on the fun," said Abbey. "Sometimes it's like eating with the Devil¬—you just need to have yourself a long spoon. And anyway, I've got plans for the future."

"Such as?"

"Going abroad is one. I've been putting off getting involved in a Masters program for long. And also, I hear the women of Europe tend to be very easy with blacks, and I know once I'm there, give or take a couple of months, or even a year, I'll have something doing. Something that won't burden much of my spare time as the one I have down here."

"A job with less burden, and then with lots of women to screw and all the free time in-between, I'll bet."

"That's the problem down here¬—there's hardly any free time," he said. "And besides, Nigerian women are much too greedy. I keep thinking of just packing my bags right now and heading straight to Europe, or even the U.S, and settling down with a white broad there."

"That's a good dream," said Arnold, sharing his newfound friend's enthusiasm.

They sat there talking for what seemed a long while. When the hour got to seven, the young man got up and said he needed to be somewhere else. Though before he left, Arnold exchanged phone numbers with him and promised to be there at the poolside this same time to meet with him.

He went to the restaurant after Abbey had gone to get something to eat. Afterwards he stayed behind to share some beer and bonhomie with several Brits before returning to his apartment. He'd left his laptop on the table, connected to the apartment's internet modem. Prior to when he left the apartment, and since he arrived at the camp, he'd been surfing the web, visiting various interracial sites and sex forums to search out interracial videos as well as mingle with other white couples who too have suddenly found themselves become a part of the lifestyle. As he visited one of such sites, he clicked on their Cuckold section and found numerous uploaded videos of amateur wives and hubbies getting sexed by black gods. He searched out the one he figured appeared most promising to him and then clicked a button and sat back and waited while the video took its time to download fully into his system. The video was more of a group sex special¬: a husband and wife, both getting fucked by a trio of black men. Though what captured Arnold's gaze was the sight of their semi-erect cocks when they pulled them out of his jeans. Arnold too unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his cock and gently began stroking it while watching as the husband and wife both bent over on the bed and offered their asses to the men as they took turns fucking them from behind. Arnold watched with excitement as the men smacked the hubby's face with their cocks, cursed at the same time jammed their cocks into his mouth almost the same time. His hand that was busy jerking his cock was gradually increasing speed and he realized he was starting to breath heavy. He watched as the black men took turns emptying their sac of cum into the wife's pussy and then pressing the hubby's head down her choochie (what he heard one of the black men refer to the woman's pussy as) for him to slurp every drop. It was about this time Arnold felt his body tense and then he grunted repeatedly as his cum shot out of his cock and splattered over his abdomen. He downloaded several more videos to watch afterwards while he went into the bathroom to clean up. Later that evening, his phone rang. It was Becca; from the excited way she was talking to him, it was obvious the master was fucking her.

He lay there in bed, listening to his wife's moans and high shrieks while his hand returned to his cock and went on stroking it. A smile was on his face while he did.

**********

Arnold gave his newfound friend, Abbey, a call the following morning and during lunch break they met at the camp's restaurant for lunch. Before they left they again made an appointment to meet at the poolside same time as before. Arnold was really looking forward to their next meeting, hopping that this time he would breach his arousal towards him. In anticipation, he visited the camp's supermarket and bought a bottle or Red Label along with some can beers which he took with him to his apartment before returning back to his office. When he got there he telephoned Becca to let her know of his impending action. His wife felt happy for him and encouraged him to go ahead with it. He as well tried calling Master Olu, except his line was busy.

Closing time at the office arrived and Arnold whistled to himself as he shut down his office computer, locked the door and then went outside and jumped into the waiting vehicle to take him back to the camp. He was still early for his meeting with Abbey whom he'd called before leaving his office to know if he too was going to make it. Abbey promised that he would. Arnold showered and then changed into a fresh pair of clothes then made himself a light meal before leaving his apartment and heading towards the poolside bar. He got there thirty minutes before Abbey was to come and join him, so he ordered himself a beer and sat on a table close to the pool, observing the evening sky and waiting. He was nearly done with his beer when he sighted his friend approaching from the poolside entrance, looking cool in a sleeveless outfit and jeans. They met and shook hands and sat down to talk for a while. It wasn't long before Arnold changed the subject.

"You ***** only beer?" he asked.

"Depends on if you have something else that's worth it," said Abbey.

"I have a bottle of Red Label that's cooling off in my fridge. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind cracking open the bottle with me."

"Lead the way and I'll follow."

They finished their *****s and then got up and left with Arnold leading the way down to his apartment. When inside, he offered Abbey a seat while he went towards the kitchen to see about the Red Label wine still cooling off in the fridge, along with two glasses. He returned to the living room and found his friend watching something in his laptop. Arnold then remembered that his web page was still at that interracial site that he'd downloaded those videos. But if he was any worried about his friend's reaction, the opposite was the case. Abbey seemed to be smiling at what he was watching. Arnold came beside him to see what he was looking at and wasn't surprised to find that he was playing one of the videos he'd downloaded the previous night. This one showed a white man being dominated by a black god. The white man, gaudily dressed up as a sissy, was crawling towards the seated black god. Coming to a stop before him, he begs the black god for his cock. The god mutters an answer and then the sissy reached for his hefty-looking cock, stroked some pre-cum out of it, before leaning forward to take it into his mouth. Arnold couldn't help feeling aroused from watching it once again, and this wasn't lost on his guest.

Abbey looked at him and smiled, and said: "This what you've been wanting to have since you met me?"

The ball was in his court. Arnold nodded and said, "I was going to think of a way to ask you—" he stopped, not knowing whether to say it out or not.

"Ask me what?"

Arnold swallowed before continuing, "If I could suck your big black cock?"

Silence for a moment, then suddenly Abbey burst into laughter. "You ever sucked a black cock before?"

"I have ... and since then I can't seem to get enough of it."

Abbey took the Red Label wine from his hand and opened it, then poured a good measure in his glass and sat down on a couch. "Well, how about you locking your door and then crawling your ass down here and whipping my cock out."

Arnold shook all over with excitement he was surprised his hand was shaking even as he went and turned the key in the apartment door's lock. He hurriedly took off his clothes and kicked them to the side. Abbey pretended not to notice as he reached for the TV's remote and flicked through the channels while sipping his *****. Arnold did like the sissy in the video and the look of happiness was in his eyes as he crawled across the living room towards his seated friend.

Abbey widened his legs and lounged back on the couch while Arnold worked his hands on the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans. Reaching a hand inside, he wrapped his fingers around a semi-erect penis. It slid out of the inside of his friend's jeans looking like a python with a purple circumcised knob for a head. Arnold came forward and kissed the trickle of pre-cum pouring out of the head before opening his mouth further to take in the black cock. Abbey pulled his jeans and shorts down his legs and Arnold lent him a hand with it, all the while having his cock in his mouth. Within seconds Arnold was digging himself into the work, slurping and licking his tongue around the length of Abbey's shaft as if it were a popsicle. Abbey took his cock from his hand and slapped it back and forth Arnold's face, staining his chin with saliva before giving it back to him to feed on. While he was sucking him, Arnold then remembered the instruction his master had earlier told him to do. He paused for a minute to get his cell phone from where he'd last left it and gave it to his friend and explained to him what he wanted him to do. Abbey took the phone and took several snapshots of Arnold's lips wrapped around his cock. Abbey's breathing was starting to grow heavy as he felt the steady impact of Arnold's cock on him. He began treating Arnold with some necessary roughness. He held his face up and spat into his mouth, shoved his face down on his erection till Arnold's nose was pressing down on his public region for a second or two before releasing him. Arnold too was loving it; he felt so alive sucking a black man's cock. An African man's cock, for that matter. To him, this was so enjoyable to licking his wife's pussy.

Abbey stood up from the couch and Arnold, still kneeling before him, had to move back for him to free his legs from his jeans. This time Abbey became rough with him. He held Arnold's jaws open and thrust his cock in and out of his mouth. Arnold made gagging sounds and copious saliva dripped off from his mouth.

"Go on take that black cock, bitch!" Abbey moaned at the same time fucked his mouth on and on. He had his phone in his hand and he recorded the event up till the moment when he shot his load all into his mouth. "Go on!" Abbey barked at him. ****** all of that African seed, white boy bitch! And you'd better not spill any drop."

Arnold did as instructed, his throat opened up as he swallowed down the Nigerian's semen. And he didn't spill any drop.

Abbey went to use his shower while Arnold waited for him to be done. He was sporting an erection at half-mast when he stepped out of the shower a couple of minutes later and began drying himself with Arnold's apartment towel. It was then that Arnold got a good view of his body.

"The fuck are you doing over there, white boy?" Abbey called out to him while still busy towelling himself dry. "You'd better get over here on the double and take care of this cock of mine."

Arnold went into the bathroom and knelt before him like before, and took his cock into his mouth and earnestly began sucking him.

Later that evening, Arnold sat in front of his laptop and having received his master's email address uploaded the snapshots of himself that he'd taken and mailed it to him. Done with that, he called him to let him know he'd succeeded in his quest.

"That's good to know, white boy," said master Olu on the phone. "I'll be seeing your ass tomorrow."

The phone went dead after that.

**********

At 2:36p.m, Eastern Standard Time, a Virgin-Nigeria local airline taxied into the runway that was the Port Harcourt International airport. It had taken only an hour's journey flight from Abuja to get here; that's less hours burned than if one would have decided to take a road trip from there. Amongst the deplaning passengers was a couple—a tall, broad-shouldered black man in a white turtle-neck shirt, jacket, and black jeans, with a white woman by his side. The white woman too wore a pair of jeans, blue, but what was more noticeable about her, what actually turned several heads to glance at their way as they strolled through the crowded lounge area, was the striking sight of her hair as she walked, along with the tantalizing figure of her jeans which seemed to gum every curve of her round bottom. She wore a tight sleeveless blouse and no bra. Folks noticed the way her breasts bounced with each step she took. She was wearing a pair of shades, just as the black man beside her was too, and they both held hands and walked with a purpose as the man navigated their way past the throng of pushing travelers and sight-watchers. A lackey marched before them, pushing their bags on a trolley towards the airport's exit doors. Outside, the man spotted a taxi and after negotiating with the driver, held the door open for the white woman to enter before joining her.

The taxi took almost an hour before it drove into the busy streets that was Port Harcourt. While they were stuck in traffic, the driver couldn't help making subtle glances at his rear-view mirror at the couple seated behind him. His eyes mostly concentrated on the white woman who was resting her head on the black man's shoulder with her hand still clasped on his. The driver could easily make out the outline of woman's breasts through her cloth and couldn't help but mutter a prayer to himself. God forbid—these white women are really something! Neither the couple seemed to notice the driver's staring eyes; even if they had, neither would they have cared, as they were both taking a light doze. He concentrated on his driving, stumping his palm on his horn as he made his way along the snail pace that was the easing traffic. Later on he took another brief glance at the couple and noticed now the woman wasn't holding the man's hand anymore. Now she was rubbing it on his thigh. That sent a signal travelling down the driver's spine and up his brain, bringing a sudden jerk in the crotch of his pants. He returned his eyes to what was happening in the lane before him but returned his eyes once more to the mirror, and kept watching the woman scratch her hand back and forth on the man's thigh yet both of them made as if nothing was happening. As he continued taking glances, the woman's hand shifted to the side and now was rubbing it against the bulge that was the man's crotch. The driver felt his jaw slacken and once again felt another jolt in his crotch. He adjusted his mirror away from the couple and decided instead to focus on his driving.

The traffic began to ease when they drove into Aba road and from there made their way towards the G.R.A district. The black man opened his eyes just when the driver was approaching the gates of the Protea hotel, where he had made reservation for a suite the previous day. He and the woman got down from the cab and he settled the fare with the driver just as someone came out of the hotel to take their luggage. Within minutes he had finished signing into the hotel and he and the white woman stepped into the elevator and rode up to the fifth floor where they room awaited them. The white woman took off her sunglasses when inside the room and went in search of the bathroom while the man tipped the porter after he'd left their luggage on the bed and locked the door behind him.

The black man then took off his glasses, unearthed his feet from his shoes, and threw his jacket on the bed before approaching the door of the bathroom. The white woman was still in there with her jeans pushed down her legs, taking a piss; she didn't have on any panties. She smiled when she saw who it was and even without saying a word, pulled the black man towards him and unzipped his jeans and reached a hand inside to unearth what she'd wanted while they'd been in the taxi feeling over his erection. She licked her tongue over the bulbous prick head of his cock and muttered a girlish giggle.

"I've been waiting all day for this," said Becca.

"I'll bet you have," laughed Olu, pushing a flock of hair off from her face. "Gone, keep sucking that black dick. Act like you want it."

That was exactly what she did. She licked the length of his shaft, from the head down to his balls before resuming to pack as much of his girth inside her warm wet mouth, moaning down in her throat while she did. His cock pulsed further into life as she kept on sucking him, dripping trails of saliva from the sides of her mouth. Olu pressed the back of her head towards him and jerked his back and forth, fucking her mouth some more. His hand dove into his jeans pocket and came out with his cell phone. He scrolled for a number and pressed the dial button. Becca loosened his belt buckle and undid the jeans and pulled it along with his boxer shorts down his legs to get a better choice of his thick cock. Olu held up his cock for her to get her mouth onto his balls while he held the phone to his ear, hearing it start to ring at the other end.

Finally the line got picked up and a voice said: "Good evening, master Olu."

Olu smiled. "How're you doing, white boy?"

"Fine, fine, master," came Arnold's reply. "Are you now in Port Harcourt?"

"Just checked into our hotel a few minutes ago. The wife's here with me. Here, speak with her."

He brought the phone to Becca's ear while she had one hand on his shaft and the other massaging his balls. She took her mouth off from his cock with a smacking sound and then spoke into the phone's receiver. "Hi there, honey."

"Hello, darling," said Arnold. "What're you doing? Sounds like you're up to something?"

"Of course I am, silly. I'm playing with the master's cock right now," she brought the phone closer to hear the sound of her mouth sucked on Olu's black pipe for a moment before returning to her husband. "Did you hear that?"

"Oh yeah I do. You've been having much fun, from the sound of it."

"Indeed I have been, honey. I can't seem to get enough fucking from the master. Last night we fucked out by his pool with his cock in my pussy and a dildo up my ass. It was totally wonderful, honey. I can't wait to tell you more about it. You've really been missing out on a lot since you've been gone."

Olu took the phone back from her and told her to get back to her sucking as he resumed talking to Arnold.

"So, white boy, I got your email last night. Very impressive that you didn't disappoint me. You gave that man's cock a good sucking, didn't you?"

"I very much did, master. Though his cock is nothing compared to yours."

Olu laughed. "Yeah, I'll bet. So when are you going to be free to come down here to see us? We're lodged at Protea Hotel over at G.R.A."

"I haven't been into Port Harcourt at all since I got here, but I'll ask my driver about it."

"Good. Let me know when you're coming. Talk to you later, white boy. Right now I've got to fuck this bitch wife slut of yours."

He disconnected the line and dropped his phone on the sink, turning now all his attention to the white woman who was still busy sucking his cock and stroking him at the same time. Olu had long mastered the technique of holding back his cumming when getting head. Though he moaned as Becca flicked and rolled her tongue over his glistening shaft, his couldn't feel any sudden need of cumming soon, and he liked it like that. He brought two fingers to the sides of her mouth and widened her lips and went on jerking his cock into her throat. Becca gagged her tongue on his shaft nearly endlessly. Olu was well abreast with keeping his sexual stamina when it comes to satisfying hot wives like this. The way they craved for his cock and for his cum, begging for it as if it were the world's most precious mineral besides diamonds. And in a way it actually was so.

He flushed the toilet for her and then picked her up and into the bedroom they went. He dumped her on the bed and pulled her jeans off from her legs and flung it across the room. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began finger-fucking her harshly while his thumb rubbed against the surface of her clit. Becca flung her head sideways, back and forth, screaming with lewd wantonness at the explosion of ecstasy he was unleashing on her. Her face was twisted into an expression of raw delight and her body shuddered as a highball of orgasm crashed into her. Pussy juice squirted and jumped out of her cunt like splashing water as her master kept on fucking her with his fingers like a pile-driving rod. He took his fingers off, now glistening with her cum, and gave it to her to clean up, which she did with love. Her heart was still skipping beats from the climax she'd had as her lips now was coated with her love juice.

"Aww ... Ohhh master, please, I want your cock ... Oh God, I want your black cock!"

Her hand reached for his shaft and opened her legs and angled herself so he would be between them. Olu brought himself over her, balancing his knees on the bed's edge; his god-like cock slid into her wetness without so much as an effort from him. Becca's hands gripped his shoulders and she bit her lips from the contact as his shaft slid in further into her. Though she'd continuously been serviced with the pleasure of his cock almost on a daily basis, the feel of it always sent huge shockwaves travelling through her body. If she were being put on a spaceship and sent across the other end of the universe on light speed, she reasoned the feeling would be just as equal as this ... or maybe even more. Much, much more!

"You feel that cock, bitch!" he asked her.

"Ohhh! Ohhh, yes! Yes, master! GIVE IT TO ME MORE!"

She gave another shriek when she felt him thrust his cock another inch or two into her. Olu too had to gasp from the tightness of her pussy walls around his shaft. He rocked his ass side to side, wanting his cock to get more room inside, sending more shockwaves into her body. Becca's hands left his shoulders and grasped his muscled ass as he began pulling in and out of her. Her eyes stared with wide amazement as she gazed down between her legs and watched her master's black rod, now glistened with her pussy juice, disappeared in and out of her vagina. He began to pick up speed, slamming down on her hard; she felt his balls slap against her bottom each time he shoved his manhood inside her. Her face contorted into one of lascivious lust and hungry passion and her breathing became shallow and frantic with her moans.

"OHH MY GOD! OHHH MY GOD! DON'T STOP! MASTER, DON'T STOP!"

Olu dug his hands under her back and she held onto him as like before, he lifted her up from the bed and went on slamming his thighs against the bottom of her ass, feeding her hard with his cock. Feeling her slipping from him, he hefted her into the air and went and placed her against the far wall of the room. A wall painting fell to the floor beside them but neither of them cared. Olu balanced her ass between himself and the wall and went on fucking her like that. Becca still had her arms around his back, her breasts pressed against his chest; their lips sought each other and they kissed with *********** hunger. Olu's cock slipped out of her and still wedging her with his hands, he pushed her up on the wall till her pussy was nearly staring at his face. His strength was as amazing as was his stamina, the way he held her up like she weighted nothing more than a newspaper. He brought his lips to her cunt and lapped on it, flicking his tongue on her clitoris and pulling against its meaty flesh. Cum juice gushed out of her pussy and rolled down his chin and neck while his tongue kept on slobbering and licking through the nectar of her pinkness. Becca, whose legs now dangled from his shoulders, couldn't stem down her moans. Her hands caressed her master's head as her hips pushed and rolled her pussy towards his questing lips. She was still balanced over his face when another lightning bolt of orgasm wracked through her womb.

Her master brought her down from the wall and had her on the bed, on her arms and knees, and hunched himself over her back as he then thrust the head of his cock through the puckered back door that was her asshole. Becca squeezed the bed sheet with her hands and teeth and groaned aloud as her master took advantage of her second hole.

"UGHHHH ... AAHHHH-OHHH SHIIIITTTT!" she cried out. "Ohhh master!"

Olu leaned over her, pressed his hand on her back, making her stick her ass further up, and went on thrusting his cock inside her anal hole. He gasped and breathed thick air beside her ear. He reached a hand under her legs and rubbed her clit while at the same time fucking her ass. Becca felt her body slip into another uncontrollable urge to explode and eventually it did. She collapsed on the bed while her master went on pounding her ass. Olu afterwards pulled his cock from her asshole and returned it to her pussy and began to fuck her harder. Thick gobs of sweat dropped from his face and neck and splattered on her back like raindrops. He sat over her back and smacked her ass cheeks back and forth while still shoving his cock between her cunt. And when the moment came, he fell on top of her, his hands went under her and wrapped itself around her shoulder, grasping her tight, as he groaned aloud and felt his enriched sac of semen shoot like a cannonball inside her cunt, flooding her womb with millions of semen. Becca's head half raised from the bed and she gave another lasting shriek as she felt the abrupt invasion of his load and then dropped her face back on the bed. She had stopped keeping count of her period and it was her desire to get impregnated by her master.

Olu rolled off from her, breathing heavy as well, the muscles of his chest and abdomen rose up and down in line with his breathing; the room now bore the smell of sweat and cum, and raw fucking.

Becca lay there beside him for a moment, not daring herself to move an inch, wanting her body to absorb and digest this current bout of fucking. She could sense his sperm load floating inside her womb, becoming a part of her body system. How she desires having this feeling every hour of the day. Then there was the throbbing pain in her ass. Though it now was other than pain and more of sweetness. Her breath was gradually coming back to normal and she could feel her heart rate becoming low. She turned her head to the other side and swept her red hair off from her face to look at her master who still lay on his back, his eyes closed as if he were asleep though she knew he wasn't. How could a god like him ever fall asleep? She asked herself. She reached out her hand and caressed his chest, feeling the indelible beat of his heart under her palm. If ever I do get pregnant, she mused, I wish it turns out to be a boy. A black boy, just like his real ******, and he too will grow up to become a real man. She will bring him down here to meet his real ******, let his real ****** teach him everything there is to know about being an African, and then when he's grown up, he too will go out into the world and conquer other white women just as his ****** too had done with her. Her thoughts then went to her husband, Arnold. Yes, sweet, dear Arnold. He will make for a good ****** to her black ***. But no way will he ever equal to what her master is about. No white man would ever be equal to him.

She pulled herself over and laid her head on her master's chest, hearing the beat of his heart in her ears, rubbing her hand over every inch of his upper body. Her eyes looked down at his cock, resting aslant of his thigh. She was tempted to reach over and touch it. It was an urge she just couldn't resist and she licked her tongue across her lips as her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and gave it a gentle stroke.

"You wanting something, woman?" her master muttered still with his eyes closed.

She came over and kissed his lips. "I was wondering if my master was a*****."

"Hmmm, you sure you were wondering, or was it as you noticed my eyes closed that you thought so?"

"I hope I didn't wake you up."

His eyes came open and he smiled at her. "You've got your hand on my cock, how could I be a***** with that happening?"

"I don't know. You've made be become so cock-hungry, I can't seem to get your black cock out of my mind. Almost every minute, it's all that I think about."

"I'll bet it's what Arnold too is thinking about right now."

"I could divorce him you know," she blurted, finally coming out with a nagging thought that's been in her head since she first got introduced to her master. "All you have to do is say the word, and I'll leave him."

"I don't want you to do that," he said matter-of-factly.

"Why not?" she raised her head to look at him. "I thought ... I thought it's what you'd want."

"No. What I want is you, but what I also want is your happiness. You're not going to have that if you leave him to be with me."

"But I m happy," she pleaded. "Right here, right now, I feel like I'm a different person from the woman you first met that day at your office. It's like I've changed."

"I know you have, and it's good for you." He turned on his right shoulder and held her hands in his. "First time I saw you, you were less than what you are today. You were less than a shadow of what you ought to be. But that's different now. Now, you're a proud white woman and a proud slave to my seed, and that's what I want you to be. Anything further from that and it'll put a damp in my mind for you, and I don't want for that to happen. Your master loves you too much to want that to happen to you."

"But wouldn't my master wish for me to remain by his side always?"

"He would, yes. But Arnold too needs you to be by his side, and I didn't come into this to get between both of you."

"What if it's what I want¬—to keep being with you?"

"You'll end up being unhappy, Becca. Not only that, you'll end up regretting it."

Becca felt hurt by his words. She turned around to face the other side of the bed, not wanting him to see the tears that were about to slip from her eyes. Olu reached for her arm and turned her over and kissed her.

"Don't cry," he said, and when that didn't work, applied a harsh tone to his voice. "Come on, I said don't cry, bitch!" he gave her cheek a light slap that seemed to drive home his seriousness. "You'd better ***** down those tears or else I'm going to get rough on your ass right now, girl!" he raised his palm about to strike her once again and Becca hurriedly brought her crying to a sudden stand still.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry, master." She *****d down on her tears. "I didn't mean to act sour ... just that I feel you're not going to want me anymore."

He got up from the bed, not saying a word, and went towards the door leading to the living room. Becca became afraid that she'd seriously offended him and was about getting up too, wanting to ask if anything was wrong. Olu turned, scowling, and pointed a finger at her and told her to remain where she was. Becca obeyed, and then he disappeared into the living room. He wasn't gone for long. He returned with a small box in his hand and he came and lay on the former place he'd been beside her.

"Let me see your ring," he said to her.

Becca gave him her hand which bore her sliver wedding band. Olu pulled the ring off from her finger and opened up the box he was carrying and took out a white-coated ring from inside. The ring bore some minute inscription and symbolism around it.

"The Yoruba god Shango during his lifetime had three wives," said Olu. "They were named Oya, Osun, and Oba. Of the three of them, his favorite was Osun, and one of his favorite colors was white, which is the reason for this ring." He slipped the ring through her finger. "This ring is my status symbol that links your heart with mine. You're to have it on you for as long as you're with me; when you're back in merry England, you can then decide to take it off and wear what Arnold gave you, but only if you wish. Before you leave, I'm going to teach you a lot about where I'm from, and also teach you how to cook some Nigerian cuisine, because that was one of the reasons why Osun was Shango's favorite. As long as you're with me, and you're wearing my ring, consider yourself married to me."

Becca was speechless. She rubbed her finger over the ring looking as if she was spellbound by it. For a minute she couldn't find the words to say to express what she deeply felt inside for her master, her lover. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and fell upon him with kisses.

"Oh master!" she purred. "I'm so in love with you, master!"

Olu laughed, trying to stem down her kisses. "That's what you ought to have said instead of crying."

"I'm sorry I did that, really I am. I was just afraid you weren't going to need me anymore."

He held her back. "Nonsense. You're here with me right now, that speaks for something. And besides, this is just the beginning. I've still got plans for your adventure."

"Really? I'm so excited. Mind giving me a hint?"

"Uh-Uh, no. I don't give hints, only surprises. And besides, I wasn't lying before when I said that you're going to spread the word more about your master and of what he's capable of to other white women out there. There's a whole sea of white women out in the world who too are just as brainwashed as you once where. A lot of them do want to experience what the black man has got to offer, but society and the background in which they live in is what's scaring them from acting out on their fantasies. You're going to change some of that. Next time you return to Nigeria, with or without Arnold by your side, you're going to bring along some white girls with you. Don't care if they're your sisters, cousins, or neighbors. You're going to bring them here and introduce them to what I've introduced you to. You think you're going to be up for that?"

She looked at him with surprise in her eyes. To Becca it was like being given the Holy Grail and tasked with taking it back to the Holy Land. It was an offer she would never dare herself to let go of. Who was she to refuse her master?

"Your wish is my demand, master," she kissed him. "Anything you want of me, I promise to give."

"That's good to know and hear, my darling. It's why I don't ever want you to leave Arnold. Believe me, I'll be hurt if I hear that you have."

"I won't leave him, that I promise you." She came and laid her head on his chest. But I will do so without hesitation if ever you should ask me to, she mused to herself, though she didn't dare say it out. She looked at her ring one more time before returning her head to her master's chest and falling a*****. Though just before the ***** took her away, a throbbing thought echoed through her mind: If it comes to me making a choice between the master and Arnold, whom would I REALLY choose?

**********

At 5:16p.m., a blue Pajero jeep drove into the gates of the Protea Hotel. The occupant parked the vehicle in the area marked for visitors and then got out. The woman was tall and dark-skinned, though she was more light chocolate. Her hair was done in a similar style as that of the R n B singer Rihanna. She was wearing a leather outfit and black skirt with knee-length black boots with a handbag hanging from her shoulder; a pair of sunglasses sat on her nose, and her hands were shielded in a pair of black gloves. As she walked into the hotel's open doors, an aura of feral sexual enticement seemed to trail along with her, the way she walked like a lioness comfortable in her terrain of jungle. Several faces hovering about the lobby turned to glance at her direction but neither thought of approaching her; the look on her face seemed to dissuade anyone from trying. Even the young man who acted as concierge for the day seemed to nearly lose his stride when she came towards his desk and enquired about the occupants of Room 762. She already knew who would be up there as she was being expected.

Into the elevator she went and rode to the top floor. She arrived at her destination less than two minutes later after which she walked down the corridor to the room door she sought. She knocked on it and folded her arms across her chest and waited. A voice could be heard from the other side of the door yelling: "Coming!" A key turned in the door and then it came open to reveal the occupant inside—a pretty red-haired white woman wearing nothing but a towel that was wrapped across her chest. The happy look that was apparent on the white woman's face immediately died off when her pair of eyes took in the figure of the black woman who right now mysteriously stood before her door staring back at her. A minute seemed to pass between them with neither exchanging any word till finally the white woman became impatient.

"Yes, may I help you?" asked Becca Coltrane.

Becca had fallen asleep on her master's chest and had woken up less than two hours later surprised to not find him there. She looked in the living room and bathroom and he wasn't there either. Then she found the note he'd left her lying on the bed's headboard. It simply said he'd gone out to look into some things and that he would be back hopefully in a short while and for her to make herself comfortable till then. She felt a bit saddened and empty not finding him around, and it was more so because she'd woken up with a feel of horniness creeping up on her. Searching inside her bag, casting clothes aside, she took out her sliver-coated vibrating dildo and lay back on the bed, legs open, and went about fucking herself with it. Her hands massaged her tits while she moaned softly from the dildo's touch; in her mind's eye she felt it was her master feeding her with his black cock. How she wished she could get herself a sizeable dildo around, one that probably measured up to the girth of her master's cock ... if ever she would be lucky to stumble across on down here. She knew if she were back home, such would be very easy to find. This one she had tended to remind her so much of her husband's penis. She had no other choice than to manage it. It felt good though and she did arrive at a comfortable orgasm a few minutes later, though it was nothing comparable to when she was getting pleasured by her master's.

Done with that, she got up and began putting her clothes away inside the wardrobe. She did the same to her master's clothes, putting his and her toiletries away inside the bathroom. That done, she decided it was time she took a shower.

Becca had just finished taking her bath and was toweling her hair when she heard a knock coming from the apartment's door. Her first thought was that it was her master returning. She yelled out "Coming!" and hurriedly finished with what she was doing in the bathroom before rushing past the living room for the main door. She got a surprised shock when she opened the door and instead of seeing her master standing there—her hand went to the towel wrapped around her chest and she was just about to loosen and then flung it off her body for him to get first viewing of her body that she was keeping solely for him—there was a black woman standing there, looking like someone who'd just stepped out of some hip-hop video, staring back at her through a pair of sunglasses that made her features seem sort of cold. She was still wondering who this mysterious woman could be when she asked her: "Yes, may I help you?"

"Yes, you may," the black woman replied, taking off her sunglasses and dropping it inside her handbag. "Is your master around?"

Becca was about to say, "No, he's not—" then she drew herself to a halt. How could this woman know about such? "Excuse me, may I first ask who you are?"

"You may." The woman, in a whirl of surprise, grabbed Becca by the throat and propelled her backwards into the apartment. Becca was totally caught off guard and could only mutter a squawk of surprise as the woman's fingernails tightened like sharp claws on the flesh of her throat. She tried fighting her off but her attempts were hardly a match to break off the woman's grip. The woman kicked the door close with the back of her leg, let go of her handbag from her shoulder, and marched Becca backwards towards the direction of the bedroom. Becca tried screaming for the woman to get her hand off her, but her words came out in a gargle.

"My name is Nneka," said the black woman who then pushed Becca to fall on her back on the bed, unfurling the towel from her body. The black woman fell on her, pinning her down to the bed so she couldn't move, and then bent her face close to hers. The woman ran a red-coated finger down Becca's chin. "But you may call me Oba. I'm your master Shango's second wife. And I think it's about time you and I get ourselves properly reacquainted."

Becca felt powerless to fight back, it was like being with the master the first time he'd subdued her and her husband. There was something dangerous about this black woman that she was afraid to cross. Still there was something grossly sexual about her. It was like was a prey caught under the claws of a versatile predator. Amazingly, it made her become suddenly wet.

The black woman brought one of her gloved hand to her mouth and pulled her hand glove off from it. She sat upright over Becca and reached her hand backwards to feel Becca's cunt which was just starting to gush. Becca gasped from her touch, and instinctively rubbed her thighs together over the woman's hand. Nneka smiled wickedly at her.

"Hmm, is that something wet I'm feeling between your legs, or are you just happy to see me?"

She drove her finger into Becca's cunt and began fucking her like that. Becca's breathing went from being normal to being shallow and heavy in less than a few seconds as the mysterious woman's finger was digging deep into her, grazing her G-spot. Becca instinctively began grinding her hips up and down, wanting to get as much building excitement that she could. Her pussy juice kept gushing out of her, staining the woman's fingers who then withdrew it and gave it to Becca to lick clean, which she did, moaning in her throat while she did. How she so much loved the taste of her cum like she would gobble an ice cream.

Nneka's eyes around the bed for whatever thing she could find, and then her eyes fell on the silver dildo Becca had earlier been using on herself. She reached for it and then half turning her back, inserted the dildo into Becca's wet cunt. She was an expert the way she fucked Becca's pussy with the dildo, not ******* it all the way inside but rather rubbing it first around her labia walls, playing its vibrating tip against the surface of her clit, before sinking it deftly inside her. This sent Becca climbing up the wall and she had to steel herself from not wanting to cum too soon, but even that was seeming like a burden to hold onto. She desperately wanted to cum, and fast, but at the same time she wanted very much to savor the feeling she was having right now. She grasped the Nneka's arms and gave a sharp, convoluted cry as she felt the pound of orgasm coursing through her body, coursing like an abandoned forest fire, making her shudder all over. She could feel the orgasm course all the way to her brain, firing up her cells, and she managed to push herself up from the bed, nearly throwing Nneka off her.

"Ohhh! Awww-Ohhh ****! Ohh fuck!" she cried out over and over till it gradually began to fade away, bringing her back down to earth with shimmering ecstasy. "Oh God! I never thought I'd stop getting it any better!" she mumbled incoherently.

"Well, don't get too caught up in the excitement, bitch!" the black woman called Nneka hissed at her. "I'm yet done with you."

Nneka came off her and began stripping herself of her clothes, revealing to Becca the apparel she had underneath. She was naked underneath, except for pairs of slim black belts tied across her body, making her look like a soldier from some future apocalypse project. She had one belt tied across her long neck, another across her torso, just above her pair of jaunty breasts with dark brown areolas and a pair of standing nipples. Two other belts were tied across her abdomen and then two more across her thighs, turning her into a perfect black mistress. Becca couldn't help but ask herself where on earth her master would have stumbled across such a beautiful creature as this one? She sat there unmoving, watching with open eyes and mouth as Nneka, a.k.a Oba, went into the living room and returned with her handbag which she'd dropped on the floor earlier. Becca couldn't help admiring the sight of her cute round bottom, the way each ass cheek seemed perfectly shaped to the rest of her body. Everything about her was well proportioned to her chocolate skin. And another thing Becca couldn't help but notice was that she didn't seem to bear any stretch marks on her body at all. Amazing. Such a beautiful creature she was, she thought to herself as she felt a hand down her pussy, feeling herself growing further wet than before. Though she'd never before had the experience of making love to a fellow woman, but if ever there was a first time for her to try out such, she was grateful that it would be this.

Nneka reached into her handbag and pulled out a man-sized dildo from it. The one was black in color, and it had almost the exact make and texture of what a dildo should resemble from a black cock. The sight of it brought immediate memories to Becca as Nneka waved it before her.

"Do you recognize the size?" she asked her. "This is your master Shango's cock. He had this specifically done for him a year ago when he was on a diplomatic trip to Germany. Everything thing about it fits exactly to his cock," she ran her tongue over the dildo's knob-shaped head. Becca couldn't help mimicking what she was doing. "Almost everything I use the dildo on myself. I can't begin to tell you the wonderful orgasms I derive from it. It's a hundred times better than that silly stick you use on yourself. Believe me, I can fuck my pussy on this dildo from now till Sunday, and it feels almost like the real one. Though I'll admit, nothing beats the real one. You've got to feel a superior black cock to know what it's really about."

Becca left the bed and came over to touch the dildo. She thought she could sense a pulsing energy coming from it, like it was vibrating with life. Or perhaps it was merely her pussy trying to communicate with the dildo, explaining to her just how bad it wanted to be fucked by it.

"I'd sure like to get a feel of it," she licked her lips.

"And you will," asserted Nneka, who then grabbed her hair and brought her to the bed. "Assume the position," she barked at her. "On your arms and knees, bitch!"

Becca obeyed without delay. She reached a hand between her legs to finger herself but the black woman slapped her hand away.

"No touching yourself till I say so!" she came round to the other side of the bed, facing Becca and holding the dildo just inches from her face, teasing her with it. "You want to get a taste of this dildo, don't you, you white bitch!" she spat the words at her. Becca was so hungry for want of that black dildo she nearly felt like dying.

"I want it," she groaned. "I want it so bad ... so very bad."

"You sure about that, bitch? You'd better answer now or keep shut once and for all."

"Uhhh, I want my master's dildo cock," Becca pleaded. Hers was the voice speaking both for herself and her pussy as well. "I want it soooo very much!"

Nneka gave her a cruel smile. "Very well then. Let's see you open those lips of yours, white bitch. Stick out your tongue and let's give you a taste. If you can handle that then maybe I just might change my mind and fuck you with it."

Becca's mouth fell open and out came her tongue, flicking it in the air as if urging for the dildo cock to come to her. Nneka brought the knob head of the dildo towards her and Becca's tongue made contact.

"Go ahead and suck it, bitch!" said the black woman, who then thrust the dildo into Becca's mouth.

Becca took in the formidable head of the dildo as if it were her master's cock she was sucking. The dildo was her master's size alright, and just like when she's sucking his cock, she could barely get her mouth over half the length of the dildo's shaft. Still she didn't give up. She widened her jaw as much as she could and kept on nodding her head, ******* her mouth steadily on the dildo, giving ever bit of it sloppy seconds. All the while, the black mistress kept urging her on.

"Go on suck that dildo, white bitch! Suck it as if you want it ... as if you haven't been fucked by the master's cock before ... yeah, suck it ..."

Becca felt invigorated by her words and kept on slobbering and licking every inch of its shaft. When Nneka figured she'd had enough, she pulled the cock from Becca's mouth and ordered her to remain as she was. Becca kept on being in the doggy position and watched as the black mistress walked around the bed behind her. She sensed what was about to happen and the anticipation flooded her every nerve cells as she began to wiggle her buttocks up and down, while pussy juice poured out of her pink labia opening. Nneka came up on the bed and sniffed Becca's pussy.

"Damn, white girl! You're so wet for this cock, I see." She licked her tongue up and down Becca's wet cunt.

Becca's face squeezed ************* as if she'd just been torched with lighted match stick, and she released a screeching moan while the black mistress went on perusing her pussy with his tongue. Nneka made Becca push her face down on the bed, sticking her ass up, and spread her ample buttocks with her hands and went on munching through her pussy like it was taffy. Becca gripped the bed sheets and howled with delight at what the black woman was doing to it; her feet beat a rhythmic drum on the bed while the rest of her body shook with fervor. This is almost like getting eaten and fucked by the master. Nneka went on pushing her nose deep into Becca's pussy zone while at the same time lapping her lips and tongue over her clitoris. Thousands of incendiary bombs went on in Becca's heart and mind, culminating in another vicious orgasm. One she was hardly able to resist and yet was highly welcoming.

"OHHHH SHIIIITTTTT!" she raised her head from the bed and shrieked aloud her anguish. "OHHH MY GOD! WOWW! I'm gonna faint ... Oh my God, I'm gonna faint!"

Except she didn't.

Nneka pulled her cum-covered face from her ass and grabbing Becca's hair, turned her face around to look at her. "Lick your cum off my face, bitch!" she said to her.

Becca lapped her tongue over the black mistress's face, licking up ever spot of her juice that was on the woman's chocolate skin. When she was done, the mistress held her face and shoved her tongue down her throat in an arrogant, yet lascivious manner. While they kissed, the black mistress's hand dug into her pussy and went on finger-fucking her badly. Becca couldn't help but moan from the contact, even though her lips were still covered with that of the mistress's.

"Alright, now go back to the position and feel this dick!" the mistress ordered her.

Becca resumed her former position, this time her body tensed in anticipation for the dildo. Nneka thrust the dildo's head into her anxiously awaiting virgina and Becca just about exploded from it. The dildo's head did fill up her cunt. Surprisingly she cried out for more, and likewise the black mistress began fucking her steadily with it. Within moments, her pussy walls tightened around the dildo and began milking it with her juice a. Nneka thrust the dildo's shaft halfway into her pussy and slapped Becca's ass and told her to fuck back. Becca resumed wiggling her ass as she'd done earlier, and found it just as relaxing and sensuous now that her cunt was taking the dildo with ease. She'd never had a dildo this big before, and more than that, she'd never found herself being fucked by someone one using a dildo on her. In a tiny part of her mind, she wondered what some of her friends back home would think when she returned to tell them about this event. Would they envy her, or would they cringe inside at the thought of being manhandled by a black African mistress? Yes ... yes, they would cringe. Neither of them would ever envision the pleasures of being supervised like this ... not unless they were worthy to have a try. And for that, Becca considered herself luckier than most.

She was groaning heavily and she could barely hear herself breathing. She felt a wet tongue between her legs and looked down between her legs to see the black mistress lying on her back under her and still fucking her with the dildo while at the same time eating her pussy. The pleasure was double and sky-rocketing Becca to the infinite.

Nneka let go of Becca's clit with a smack and said, "You going to cum any moment, bitch!"

"Ohh yeah ... oh yeah," Becca moaned.

"Then cum," said the mistress, who now intensified thrusting the dildo in and out of her cunt while still keeping her lips glued to Becca's clit. "Cum for mummy, bitch! Cum for me!"

Less than a minute later, Becca did cum.

**********

Becca did pass out from the climax she had though couldn't tell for how long. It couldn't have been that long though as she first heard what sounded like a shower running and then flicked her eyes open and noticed the bathroom door was open. Her eyes stared out the window and noticed the sky outside was gradually turning dark; she didn't have her watch close by to know what the time was. She remained where she was on the bed for more than a minute, unable to move an inch. There was still a throbbing sensation in her pussy and she was starting to wonder what could have made such—had the master arrived some time ago and fucked me in my ************ her eyes roamed the side of the bed in front of her and she smiled when she saw the familiar features of the black-shaped dildo. She pulled it towards herself and caressed it as if it were a long lost toy. She replayed back the exquisite tape of the black mistress fucking her with it, and just the memory recall brought a curling smile to her lips. Truly the black mistress had been right when she said it was almost like being fucked with the real thing ... however, nothing could ever beat the real thing. As she lay there she imagined herself getting fucked by the master and the mistress at the same time. She closed her eyes and in her wildest fantasy imagined the master and the mistress with the dildo in her hand exchanging places at the same time—one fucking her pussy while the other taking her ass ... and who knows, maybe having someone else too to join in the fun. Someone whose cock she would be sucking while the master and the black mistress went on deflowering her. It was something to think about, and she knew that in time she would propose it to both of them to try it out on her.

The sound of the shower died off and then came a humming sound like someone singing to herself. A shadow stepped out of the bathroom and there stood the black mistress drying her nakedness with a towel. Becca couldn't help but still be captivated by her beauty, and it was even more evident with her now looking natural. Nneka noticed the look she was getting and couldn't help but smile while she stood there at the bathroom doorway cleaning herself up.

"What's got you smiling there, Becca?" she asked.

"I thought you didn't know my name," she said.

"Of course I do, silly. Why wouldn't I when Shango's told me all about you. And also it's more obvious as you're now wearing his ring just like I am as well."

"Are there others women you think who're wearing the same ring too?"

Nneka shrugged. "Wouldn't know and not for me to care either. Sure, he likes to fuck around. I wouldn't be surprised if there're others right now wishing the same thing that we are."

"Tell me, are all black women as gorgeous as you are?" Becca couldn't help but ask.

"Why? Haven't you met any where you're from?"

"Sadly, I haven't. I'm not racist though ... just never gotten the will to—"

"I know what you mean, you need not explain yourself. It's like being down here, it's not every time one gets to run into a white girl every day. At least not an honest one like yourself."

"I don't follow what you mean."

Nneka gave her an amused look. "Lots of white men come down here year after year, a lot of them are expatriate workers that work for the oil companies. Many of them can't help wanting to get a taste of the black experience. It's something they've been harboring from back home, just that they're too scared over there to act on it. You know, wanting to get their first taste of black pussy, especially an African one. A lot of them act shy about it, so they figure here's where they can get loose without folks back home condemning them over it. Some of them are alright, but a lot are nothing but arrogant bastards."

"How arrogant, do you think?"

"Typical white man arrogance. I don't blame them, it's just about the same bullshit they've been living with all their lives. Thinking that they're God's gift to the world and stuff. A lot of them are so bigoted they don't know how empty their lives are."

"Really?"

"It occurs mostly with the men. You're even lucky your man decided to bring you along down here; few of them ever do so. They're scared their wives would find out about what they're up to down here. A lot of them have got sub-wives down here, girlfriends carrying their babies and stuff. Though another thing is they figure their wives too would get hungry for wanting to sample some African stallion cock, which is another reason why they prefer leaving them back home in Europe of America."

"That can't be true?" said Becca.

"Honey, it's as true as the color of your skin. I should know 'cause I meet a lot of them almost every week. I'm an exotic dancer. I get a lot of catcalls and invites from white boys wanting to have me in their beds. Except I'm not that type of bitch. Ain't no white boy in the world who can handle this sweet black pussy." She sniggered.

"Oh," Becca murmured. "I thought as much when I saw you naked. You've got the build of a dancer. So, you entertain a lot of white men around?"

"Oh yeah," Nneka nodded. "A lot of them come by the club where I'm at. Club Seen is the name—don't worry, Shango's going to bring you by pretty soon. A lot of white guys drop by there and don't usually leave till early morning. I'm part of the star attraction. I get them eating off the palm of my hands once I shake my butt at their red faces."

"The arrogant whites you referred to, are they British?"

"The Brits are usually loud talked, though they're not often as loud as the Americans tend to be. Though the problem with you Brits is how snobbish you often make yourselves out to be. But then I guess it's natural with you all, just like your weather. The ones though that often take the cake when it comes to arrogance are the French. They love fucking blacks, but if you ask them about it, few would swear that they do. But I've got no complaints with either one, just as long as I put on a good show, and they get to come back for more later in the week."

Becca didn't know what else to say about this. Never before had she been made aware of the double standards with which men from her country, or white men in general, tend to be around blacks. This was a whole new avenue for her and she didn't know whether to feel some measure of guilt about it or shrug it off and pretend she hadn't just heard all that had been said to her.

"You've got a beautiful skin, I don't know if anyone's every told you that before," Becca observed. "Have you ever thought of modeling before?"

"I've done my bit of modeling before, I was pretty good too. But it ended when I busted an organizer's jaw."

"Why?"

"He was an asshole and I didn't play ball like the other models did by ******** with him. After that I just sort of called it quits and haven't looked back since. Though I still work out to keep in shape."

"How long have you known master Shango?"

"Far too long. He was there for me at a time when I was nearly contemplating suicide. But that's another story for another time." She finished drying herself with the towel and then went to check out her hair at a vanity mirror beside the bathroom door. She came into the bedroom, picked up her handbag and took out a make-up kit which she then carried with her to the bathroom. She was looking at herself at the mirror while applying an eye pencil to her eyebrow when she said: "How does your pussy feel?"

Becca managed to sit up on the bed and felt a hand over her love zone. The throbbing sensation was still there, although somewhat dissipated. She didn't know whether to be jealous of that or not.

"My pussy still feels like it had been fucked by a cucumber," she said, and then laughed.

Nneka joined her in laughing. "I'll bet that was how you felt the first time he fed you his dick, didn't you."

"That and more. You don't by any chance know where he went off to?"

Nneka shook her head. "I didn't ask. All he told me was that you'd be here and I was to make you feel right at home. I've got to be somewhere else in an hour's time."

"So soon?" Becca finally pushed herself up from the bed and approached the bathroom door. "You've given me so much this past hour and I've yet to repay you back with anything."

Nneka paused in what she was doing to smile at her. "Don't you worry, Osun darling. We've still got time to do more stuff later on. I promise."

"I wasn't thinking about later," said Becca, who then fell to her knees and turned Nneka's body away from where she stood towards her direction with her crotch a few inches from her face. Nneka had a light landing strip-shaped bush on her pubic region; Becca could easily smell the aroma of her cunt from where she was and brought her hands to part the black mistress's legs apart, giving her an alluring view of her pussy snatch. "I can't wait for later. I desire to give you something right now."

Before even Nneka could protest, Becca pushed her head forward to get a better scent of her musky-scented pussy. She parted her pussy lips with her upper lips and thrust her tongue into the black mistress's seductive wetness. Nneka inhaled deeply and held Becca's head to her crotch.

"Ohh yeah," she shut her eyes and murmured. "Ohh yeah, you do me good with your tongue, white bitch ... go on lick that black pussy ... Uhhh ... lick it good!"

Becca licked and slurped her way through every inch of her pussy's orifice that she could, even as the black mistress's pussy juice streamed down her face like waterfall. The black mistress did a ballet stand and raised one of her legs up while Becca continued lapping her pussy. A moment later Nneka held her face and pulled her up to her feet, breathing heavily while she did.

"I always love tasting my cum on another person's mouth," she said before she then stuck her tongue into Becca's mouth, flicking it every which way before intertwining her tongue with hers. Eventually she pulled off from her, both of them gasping with excitement.

"You see what you've done now," said Nneka, laughing. "You've gone and made me horny, when I ought to be someplace else right now."

"Can't you reschedule," offered Becca. She wasn't looking forward to ending their meeting so soon, and hopped it wouldn't.

"As it so happens, I already have. Come here, bitch. I'm gonna make up eat my cunt till I cum."

They returned to the bedroom, holding hands like they were old friends.

Five minutes later they were busy 69-ing each other with Becca lying on her back while Nneka lay over her—white skin and black skin—both of them looking like the world's most enjoyable sandwich. Becca was vigorously eating the black mistress's pussy and finger-fucking her with her thumb at the same time ******* herself not to succumb to another bout of orgasm which Nneka was starting to subject her to with the way she too was munching on her cunt. Her hand found the black dildo lying a few inches from her head and she began fucking the mistress's cunt with it, biting on the outward tasty flesh that was her clit.

Neither of them heard the sound of the front door coming open, nor the pair of feet that walked past the living room doorway and then stopped by the bedroom entrance. Both women were busy engrossed with their action, even as a hand raised itself high up. What then broke the women's concentration was when they heard a knock on the door and as Becca was on her back, she was quick to turn her head to see who it was.

"Master!" she said.

Black master Olu Shango had been busy; well, actually not too busy. He was here in Port Harcourt on a week holiday, and he was determined to catch as much fun he could get before returning to the dreariness of sitting behind a desk in the country's capital.

He'd left Becca while she'd been asleep, gotten dressed, and quietly left the hotel room. Downstairs he'd hired a Honda from the hotel and driven out of its gates. He had a few friends in Port Harcourt. Working-class guys whom though he regularly kept in touch with, either through phone or via Facebook, though he hadn't seen in a while. A lot of them were now married, while a handful still single and playing the fields just like him. He called up one such friends—an old-time buddy named Karo whom he'd been friends with since university days. Karo was able to spare an hour to meet with his at a fast-food restaurant close to the Hotel Presidential; prior to calling him, Olu had already given Arnold a shout-out to let him know he would soon be on his way over to see him.

Olu got to the fast-food joint before his old friend got there. He nearly didn't recognize him when he walked past the glass doors of the restaurant and sighted him seated by a far window inside the establishment, away from other people where were engaged in their meal. His friend Karo had added some weight since last time they hung out together and he didn't fail to point this out to him when they shook hands and hugged each other before taking their seats.

"Ol' man! You're looking different," said Olu, after a waitress arrived with two cold bottles of Guinness Stout. "Karo, life really has been good to you."

"Fuck you," laughed his friend. "You think I go remain langa-langa like broom stick for you? Look at you, you're not doing bad."

"Forget wetin your eyes dey see—all this na for show. I'm nothing but skin and bones inside these clothes."

"When you're there at Abuja hanging with bigger boys, fucking politician's wives and girlfriends, why won't you say so, yeye man!"

Both friends burst into laughter and clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. They talked about the vital stuff that's been ongoing in their lives since last time they saw, of some of their friends whom they hadn't seen in a while and others who'd left the country to seek employment elsewhere. For Karo, things hadn't been all too rosy for him. He'd left his former place of work a couple of months back when there'd been time for some massive restructuring and was currently managing some contract work on his own. But on the bright side, he was glad that his friend was in town, as he was planning on getting married by the following week.

"Wow, congratulations!" said Olu, pumping his friend's hand with a handshake. "One of these days, I too am going to be like you."

"Look at you, a chronic womanizer like yourself? You can't cope."

"That's what you think. So tell me, who's the lucky lady?"

"Her name's Amaka, and she works with Fidelity Bank, and we've been seeing each other on and off for months now. I just felt it time I settled with her. You know how draining all these Port Harcourt girls can be to a single man's pocket. They're getting expensive and hungry by the minute, always wanting stuff you can't give them."

"Ol' boy, that's women everywhere for you. They hardly change." Olu took a sip of his beer. "So, when's it happening—the wedding, I mean."

"A week from today. Will you be around to make it?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, I've got to be back at the office before then. But how about if I get you a massive present before then."

His friend looked at him mischievously. "What kind of present are we talking about?"

Olu smiled. "What do you think—a special Bachelor night. One you'll never dream of having. Just leave it to me, I'll give you the heads-up soon."

"As long as the chicks are hot, I don't care."

"Let's see, today's Friday. Are you going to be free this weekend?"

"Aside from a few stuff I had to get done at the office, I think so, yeah. Why?"

"Stick by your phone," said Olu. "I'll give you a call to let you know when."

They chatted for another couple of minutes before his friend then got up, saying he needed to start getting along, though they promised to keep much in touch. Olu got into his ride and drove towards the direction of Onne. It took him forty-five minutes to get there, arriving a few minutes past five-thirty. Arnold had called to let him know he was parked in front of the residential camp gate waiting for him already. Olu made one more call to a friend who as well promised to be waiting for him.

He met with Arnold ten minutes later and first Arnold took him into the camp's security office adjacent the entrance gate to sign him in as a visitor before they were then allowed to drive into the camp. Arnold led the way in his Hilux truck while Olu tailed behind and together they made it to the apartment building where he was holding up inside the camp. Arnold dismissed his driver for the day after he'd parked the Hilux in front of his apartment's door, and opened the door for his master to step inside.

"Nice pad you've got here, white boy," said Olu, admiring the comfy-looking quarters. "Very nice. I'll bet you've been having some fun with the local chicks around, haven't you?"

"I don't know what you mean," stammered Arnold.

Olu turned to face him. "Come on, white boy. Who is it you think you're talking to here. I know you had some local pussy in here with you last night. I've got a nose for such stuff; I'll bet if I come your bed properly I'll still find some pussy residue on the sheets. You still want to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?"

"No ... no, master, I never would admit that ... but, how did you know?"

Olu couldn't help but laugh. "I told you I've got eyes on you, boy. You'd better believe it. But enough of that for now." He glanced at his watch. "We've still got some little time on our hands, let's stroll over to the poolside and grab ourselves a *****. What do you say?"

"I'd say that's an excellent idea."

Olu got into his Hilux truck with him and Arnold drove towards the direction of the camp's poolside and then walked towards it. Arnold caught a familiar face seated at a canopy table across the other side large swimming pool and was once again surprised when his black master steered him towards the seated black man who then got up as they approached him. Arnold stood there totally speechless as his master shook hands with the black man who was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and combat shorts. He listened to them exchange greetings in typical Nigerian pidgin.

"My man, how far!" exclaimed Olu. "I know it's people like you that are enjoying this place."

"Forget that thin'!" said Abbey. "This place too dry. No fine chicks dey come around much."

Olu then turned towards Arnold, noting the stupefied look that was on his face. "Hey Arnold, you've met Abbey, right?"

Both of them shared a burst of boisterous laughter that had a couple of heads turned towards their direction; Arnold couldn't help but blush.

"Come over here, white boy," said Abbey. Arnold came over and shook hands with him. "Don't you worry about a thing, you hear. It's all cool between you and me."

Olu asked if he had time to share a ***** with them, but Abbey told him he needed to be pushing off. Olu told him of his meeting with Karo and repeated the same instructing he given his other friend earlier, for him to stay close to his phone. Abbey replied that he would do just that. He winked at Arnold before leaving them alone. A waitress girl appeared to take their order, after which she hurried off to get their *****s. Arnold waited for the *****s to arrive and for the girl to leave before inching his chair closer to his black master and asking the question that's suddenly been pressing to his mind.

"Was it all a set-up?" he asked.

Olu sipped his ***** before turning to face him. "You mean between you hooking up with Abbey?"

Arnold nodded.

"Nothing to get worried about, white boy. I knew you were going to have yourself a hard time finding a black guy in here to go down on. I figured Abbey would easily do, which was why I told him to wait here for you. It was a good thing too that you approached him, or else he would have done so. Goes to show you're a real foot soldier, boy." He slapped his shoulder and laughed. "I'll bet you were nervous when you first brought up the subject to him."

"I was at first ... I didn't know how, but things just sort of fell into place. He saw this video I'd downloaded off my computer and figured that was what I'd invited him over for."

"Nice. So tell me, how was it like?"

Arnold was about taking a sip of his beer when Olu asked him this.

"You mean when I sucked his cock?"

Olu shook his head. "That I don't want to know. I'm talking about the young black pussy you smuggled into your apartment last night. How did it feel like?"

Arnold lounged back on his chair and sipped his ***** while his mind went back to last night. He'd finally dared himself to give in to his inner desires, but mostly to the capricious whims of being an expatriate in this part of the world. There he'd been in his apartment when he'd felt the need to get out of his apartment, if only for a minute or two. The thought then had occurred to him to visit a supermarket shop located across the street from the camp's gate. His intention had been to get himself some fruits and some beverages. The young girl had been the one who had accosted him just as he was leaving the supermarket with his items in his hand. She'd asked him if he desired a good time, and unabashedly had lowered the top of her blouse to give him an eyeful of her pressing black tits. Why had he taken her up on her offer? He couldn't tell ... expect right there and then, he'd felt his cock cry out inside his khaki pants and then next thing he knew, he'd indicated for her to follow him into the camp and signed her in for the night.

"It was ... a pleasant experience, really it was," said Arnold dreamily.

Just how pleasant an experience had it been? He'd let himself and the young girl into the apartment and said for her to make herself comfortable while he went into the kitchen to dump the fruits and beverage items he'd bought inside the fridge. He'd taken out a bottle of Irish Cream with two glasses but he nearly dropped them from his hand when he stepped back into the living room and found the young girl standing there half naked in her panties. He stood there unmoving as she approached him and took the Irish Cream bottle along with the glasses from his hands and dropped them on the table before falling to her knees, unzipping his pants and taking out his cock and introducing it right into her mouth. He'd pressed his hands against the back of her head and held his breath while the girl went on sucking his cock. A jumble of pictures had filtered into his mind's eye at that moment: he saw himself back at the hotel room with his wife and the black master, watching his wife suck master Olu's stiff black cock, and as he looked down on the girl who was sucking him and playing with his balls, he imagined himself in his master's shoes, pretending the young girl was a slave to him.

Then he and the girl had retired to the bedroom. She climbed upon the bed and pushing her panties to the side, waved her buttocks invitingly at him. Arnold hadn't hesitated, although he'd been unable to control his excitement from beating drums against his chest. His hands grasping the roundness of her ass cheeks, seeing the contrast between her dark skin and his and loving every second of the swelling sensation he derived from fucking her cunt ... it had all been too much for him to bear, though he'd still fought to hold on. The girl moaned in tandem with his fucking. She sensed he was soon going to cum and she half turned to look at him over her shoulder and told him not to cum inside her. Arnold replied with a grunt and nearly five minutes later he pulled his weenie out and blew his load over the girl's ass.

Truly ... it had been more than pleasant.

"More pleasant, you say," enquired his master.

"Yes, master, indeed it was," he answered.

Olu glanced at him for a moment then turned his eyes back on the road and laughed. "That's good to know, white boy. You've gotten your first taste of black meat, you ought to be happy with yourself about it."

Indeed he was, thought Arnold. Though he was at a lose whether he should share the news with Becca or not.

They had left the camp a few minutes ago in the master's Honda and right now were driving out of Onne and heading towards Port Harcourt, to the hotel. They had rushed their ******; Olu wanted to beat the early evening traffic by all means rather than get caught up in it. He turned on the radio but kept it at a reasonable volume as he was still making conversation with his white boy slave.

"So tell me something, white boy. How long have you and Becca been hitched?"

"Two months from now is going to make it five years," Arnold answered.

"That's cool. And let me guess, all this time you've never once cheated on her, right?"

"The thought had never crossed my mind."

"Until last evening, right?" Olu opined, turning his head to make eye contact with him before returning to his driving.

Arnold conceded. "Yes, until last night. The girl knew how to handle herself."

"I'll bet. How many rounds did you and her go?"

"Three. She woke me up later in the night, wanting to go another round but I was practically drained. I just allowed her to suck me off."

Olu laughed. "So now that you've got your first black pussy, tell me what you think about it?"

Arnold felt like he was a kid being asked how he liked his first taste of chocolate ice cream. Well, as long as it was the master doing the questioning and not anyone else, he felt okay with answering.

"Great," he blurted with a grin. "It felt really great. I never knew I'd been missing out on a lot all these years. First I'm tasting black cum, sucking black cock, and now I got to fuck a black pussy ... I mean, it's more than what I bargained for when I first took this job."

"Something tells me you'll be enjoying your stay here for a long while, am I right?"

"You were the one who opened up my eyes, master. I owe much of it to you. I only wish there were more white guys who could surrender themselves like this."

"In time, white boy. In time. That's part of what you and Becca are going to be doing—spreading the seed of love around. But there's more to be learned, so just keep your hat on. For now, let's go see how your woman's doing."

It was 6:15p.m when they arrived at the hotel. Olu led the way to the elevator and then again when they disembarked on the floor they were staying and walked towards their front door suite. He checked the door first and found that it wasn't locked, though even as he stuck his head past the doorway, he could easily capture some sounds coming from the direction of the bedroom. He smiled at himself and turned to Arnold and indicated for him to be quiet as he took a step into the room. Arnold appeared confused but decided to play along, taking a quiet step behind his master and closing the door quietly behind him, waiting behind as his master stepped into the bedroom ... and then came to a stop by the doorway. He too could hear the same noise his master had heard—a familiar smacking sound, punctuated by moaning sounds that could only be feminine. He watched him raise a hand to the door and knocked. It was followed by a gasping sound, and then what was unmistakably his wife's voice.

"Master!" she called out.

Her voice was followed by that of another female, though from where Arnold stood in the living room, he couldn't yet make out who the mysterious woman was. It made him wondered: what on earth has Becca been up to?

"Hi there, my love," said the mysterious woman.

Olu turned to Arnold, smiling, and nodded his head for him to come in and see. Arnold took the necessary steps that were required to propel him into the bedroom, and he stopped at just about the same position his master had been standing only three seconds ago ... and muttered a gasp.

There was Becca, his lovely wife, lying on the bed naked, cuddling next to what could only have been to Arnold the most gorgeous black woman he'd ever seen prior to that very day. He stood there by the doorway for a moment totally at a lose, staring like a ***** who'd just seen his first up-close portrait of a naked woman, except in this case his gaze was directly solely upon the lovely black woman lying beside his wife. He thought he felt an instant drumming in his chest, though he couldn't tell if it was his heart telling him he was about having a serious stroke, or that it was pumping ***** hurriedly up his brain and down his spine, thus awaken his cock that was starting to rear its hand inside his pants.

"Come on in, white boy," said his master. "Don't stand there being bashful. The girls aren't going to bite."

Olu went and sat on the bed beside Becca who then crawled over to him and began speaking almost without pause. "I'm so glad you're back, master. I've been having so much fun since you left. I've been hopping you'd be back soon."

"I had some friends to see and also had to bring white boy here over to come take a look at you," said her master. "Looks like you and Nneka here have been having more fun than I could provide you with."

"I was merely keeping her entertained till you return," said Nneka aka Oba. She rose from the other side of the bed and came and kissed him before then turning her head to look at Arnold, as if noticing him for the first time. "Who's he?" she indicated a thumb at him.

Becca stood up from the bed, obliged to be the one doing the introductions, and pulled Arnold towards her. He was like a *****'s toy the way she pulled him away from the doorway; his eyes still were focused on the black mistress as if he were still dreaming. My God, he thought to himself, where on earth could the master ever have found such a beautiful thing?

"Nneka, I'd like you to meet my husband, Arnold. Arnold, meet Nneka, also known as Oba. She's the master's second wife."

Arnold stretched forth a shaky hand towards her. "It's an honor ... a pleasure meeting you, ma'am."

Nneka looked at him sharply, cocking her head to the side. "What did you just call me, white boy?"

Arnold blushed, feeling lost. "Why ... I just said it's a pleasure meet you—"

The words died in his mouth when Nneka slapped his cheek. So stunned was he from the slap, he couldn't think of what to do as a reply. Unfortunately the black mistress solved that problem easy enough for him.

"Listen closely, white boy," her words were as cold as a day in winter. "I'm no white bitch whom you're talking to, thus I'm no 'ma'am', to you, do you hear me? I'm a black mistress to you, and next time you deem fit to holler at me, you refer to me as 'madam mistress'. Is that clear to you?"

Arnold stood to attention at her words. "Yes, ma'am—I mean, yes, madam mistress."

"And don't it ever slip your tongue next time, white boy. Or else I'll take a whip and belt your white butt naked."

"I promise madam mistress, I won't forget."

"That's good to know. Now tell me, since your white butt has been in my country, have you had yourself a black pussy?"

Arnold cast an eye towards his wife who was lying beside the master, caressing the bulge that was apparent in his crotch, not knowing whether to tell the truth or lie. Nneka gave his cheek another slap to bring his mind back to focus.

"I asked you a question, white boy!" She snapped at him. "Do I need to repeat myself again?"

"No, madam mistress. Yes ... yes, I have had a taste of black pussy. I had ... had one at my apartment last night."

Becca looked at her husband with amazement. "Arnold, you did what?"

"I'm sorry, Becca. I didn't mean to—"

Another smack from the black mistress and Arnold's mouth went numb. "You're talking to me, white boy. Not her!"

"Yes, madam mistress. I'm sorry."

Now answer me, white boy. That pussy you screwed last night, was that was your first black pussy ever? From the look on your face, I'll bet it was."

He nodded emphatically like a schoolboy. "Yes, madam mistress, it was my first."

Arnold flinched when she brought her hand roughly to his crotch and grabbed hold on his cock and testicles. Still her eyes kept burning holes into his.

"I'll bet you enjoyed yourself, didn't you white boy," she snarled at him. "Fucking her with this little cock and balls of yours. Tell me, did you eat up her pussy too?"

"No, I ... no, madam mistress. I didn't clean her up."

"Well that's a sorry you're going to have to earn, white boy. Starting now. Get yourself out of those clothes."

"Pardon me?"

She smacked his cheek once again; her voice came with a whip crack. "Don't make me repeat myself, white boy! STRIP!"

Becca never thought she would live to see the day where her proud husband would become dominated by a female. Most especially by a superior black female. The Arnold she'd always known never would have stooped to such. But since the day after they'd met black master Shango, that Arnold she'd over the years become familiar with had instantly gone away, disappeared from both sight and mind. It was as if that proud, sanctimonious Arnold had never really existed at all. That he—it—had been nothing but a mere fictional creation of the real Arnold she was seeing right now, exposed to her and to the world by the black master and his second wife. It was early for her to say if she missed the old Arnold ... though she seemed satisfied with this one, so far. A part of her wished not to see the former anymore.

She was still lying across her master's thigh, caressing the erection that was still enlarging inside his pants. Even now her hand was working on the zipper, though her eyes remained engaged on watching what was taking place before her eyes: her dear Arnold was actually undoing the buttons of his shirt while the black mistress stood watching him and waiting with a pair of cold-staring eyes. The picture was like that of an eleventh-grade student being punished by the head mistress. She glanced at her master and saw that he too was just as amused like she was by what was ongoing. He didn't look like he was going to put a stop to whatever was about to happen, and Becca wouldn't have wished for him to either. There was such an erotic charge in the room it was like being entertained by a live audience.

"Hurry up, white boy!" snapped Nneka. "I don't have all day to wait in vain for your ass."

Arnold's hands were fumbling for his pants and pushing them down his legs. In no time he stood before her wearing only his briefs and stockings; goose bumps broke out on his skin. The black mistress wasn't satisfied and she told him to lose the briefs. Arnold gulped in saliva that was hanging in his throat before obeying, his cheeks turned a shade of red as he did. Obviously he too was getting the vibe of eroticity that was flowing in the room as if someone had left a naked wire of electricity somewhere, and now it was gaining some weird vibration inside him even before the black mistress began speaking to him. His cock had been getting a rise out of just the sound of her voice and now that he was standing before her, his wife, and the black master naked, their eyes all fell on his cock that was standing erect less than six inches from his pubic area.

Nneka was the first to laugh at him. "Aww, would you look at that. The white boy has been having fun already."

She walked over to him and grasped his erection. The feel of her hand arose some heated passion creeping through his cock and down to his balls. Though he felt humiliated, Arnold could barely resist her touch. He turned to look at his wife and just as he'd expected, she now had the master's cock in her hand, stroking it gently and then applying her mouth to his knobbed head while taking repeated glances at his direction.

"You've got a pretty hard cock for a white boy," the black mistress muttered seductively into Arnold's ear. "I'll bet your cock no longer gets this hard anymore if there's a white woman in the room. I'll bet the reason you're getting this hard is because you're standing before a real woman. An African woman. Tell me I'm lying, white boy."

"No, madam mistress. You're not lying."

"So what I just said is all true, huh? You wouldn't be getting this hard for your wife even if she begged you for it?"

Arnold nodded. "Even if she begged me for it."

"In the Bible, when God created the first man and woman, do you believe that they were black?"

"I didn't ... I didn't before, but I do now."

Her hand began stroking his cock back and forth gently. Arnold's breathing went a notch higher. The more she went on stroking him, gradually he began muttering in gasps.

"There's something I want you to do for me, white boy," Nneka spoke into his ear. "I want you to get down on your knees right now."

Arnold fell to his knees before her. She pulled a nearby chair over and planted one of her legs on it, exposing the dark flesh that was her pussy. She held her labia walls open for him to lick his lips and gasp from the sight of her pink wet pussy staring back at him. He knew right away what she wanted from him even before she said the words.

"I want you to be like a good white boy and lick my pussy right now. And I don't want you to stop till I cum. Alright white boy, get to work!"

By now, Becca was ******* her mouth and throat down on her master's shaft, hearing him moan from what she was doing, but she just had to pause for a brief moment and giggled as her husband rested a hand under the black mistress's thigh as he leaned forward to smell the raw, musky fragrance emanating from her pussy. He gave her pussy lips first a loving kiss, before then lapping his tongue back and forth over her lush, pink wetness. His lips closed in on her jutting pussy flesh and nibbled on it with relish. Nneka cradled his head in her hand and jerked her hips back and forth to his face. She too was getting engrossed with his effort.

"Ohh yeah, lick that pussy, white boy. Lick that pussy like you've never seen one before and can't wait to get a taste. I know you've been dying to eat some black pussy since you got here, haven't you, white boy?"

Arnold paused to pull his head from between her legs to answer: "Oh yes, madam mistress," before then returning to the task at hand.

Becca was still busy sucking her master's tent-pole, never wishing to let go of it. She flicked her tongue over his knobbed head for a moment before then going down, swirling her tongue and mouth around his shaft while her hands fumbled his balls then afterwards reached further downward between the dark space of his ass, tickling his perineum. At the same time her ears were paying rapt attention to the black mistress's moans as Arnold was still going to work on her. Master Olu reached a hand over Becca's back, grabbing first a handful of her flabby buttocks and then reaching a finger first into her anal hole, and then later two others into her pussy. Becca groaned in her throat from feeling his triple-fingered probe her cunt's orifice. Olu then indicated for her to turn over with her legs straddling his face. Her excited pussy opened outward like a window into the universe before his face. He held her matching globe of ass cheeks aside and began slurping on her pussy. He reached behind his head for his cock-sized dildo and began fucking her asshole with it while at the same time licking his way through her cunt's flesh. Becca couldn't help bucking wild at this, and her only choice was to continue sucking her master's cock as much as she could to stem the down the tide she was feeling from down her backside.

Arnold was still ******* his nose and mouth on the moistness that was between the black mistress's legs. He could feel her body trembling all over, and the way her fingernails dug into the back of his head, he reasoned that it wouldn't be long before she came. He didn't know what would happen afterwards, if maybe she would grant him the opportunity of fucking her or not, but he was enjoying every second of cleaning her pussy as he was doing right now.

The black mistress, known as Nneka, was breathing heavily and frantically like a wounded lion now. Every bit of her body was roaring with an explosion that was about to happen. She had to sit down on the chair, spreading her legs wide apart but holding Arnold's head between her legs, moaning louder and louder as she could.

"Ohh ...Awww ****! Fuck! Yeah! Awww yeah, white boy! You're sucking me good! Ohh ... OHHH ****! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! AWWHHH I'M GOING TO CUM!"

Still Arnold wouldn't let go his lips from her pussy even as she felt her body become stiff as a fireball of cum went off in her. Nneka leaned her head back and bellowed through gritted teeth as the inevitable happened. It was as fantastic as she'd ever expected it to be and by the time it was done, she remained slumped in the chair, moaning and gasping from the delight of it.

While Nneka was climaxing, Becca was just getting started with her black master. She was now tired of sucking him and had decided to mount his cock, though reverse cow-girl style. She helped loosen his belt and top button of his pants and then pushed it along with his boxer shorts down his legs to enable him get more room before straddling him. Her hand took his wet cock and introduced it into her heated virgina.

"Aww-Uuhhhhh ..." she half shut her eyes and moaned as she felt his cock push its way into her cunt. Resting on her hands and resting her feet on his knees, she could only raise her hips up and down to meet with the fervor of his intruding shaft.

Olu balanced the weight of her buttocks on his palms while at the same time pumping his thighs up and down, giving her sharp, exquisite injections of his shaft. Arnold, seeing now the black mistress was still struggling with her climax, went across on his hands and knees towards the black master who was busy pleasing his wife. He waited before them, watching as the stream of juice leaking out of his wife's pussy milked the master's shaft. He watched as the master's sagging balls, resembling that of a camel's, bounced up and down each time he thrust his cock into Becca's cunt. Becca seeing her husband crouched before them leaned forward, taking her feet off the master's knees and planting them on the floor. She pulled her husband's head towards her, shared a kiss with him before then pressing him downwards. Arnold went in the direction she was leading him to. She pressed his face against her crotch, indicating for him to pleasure her with his tongue while she continued gyrating her ass on her master's great shaft. Her lips gave an inescapable sigh of gratitude the moment her husband's tongue connected with her flesh. Arnold cleaned her pussy up even as the black master's balls repeatedly slapped against the underside of his jaw. A moment later, Olu held Becca up and pulled his cock out of her and held it before Arnold's eyes. Becca's pussy juice had given his cock a different color.

"You going to clean up my cock, white boy, or do I need to ask?" growled Olu.

Arnold took his cock into his mouth submissively and sucked him clean before returning him back into Becca's eager-waiting cunt.

After a few minutes of her wiggling her ass over his shaft, Olu pulled her off to the side, stood up and took the remainder of his clothes off his body. By this time, Nneka had recovered from the worthy climax she'd had and came over to join the group. She lay on the bed's edge, her hands pushed Becca's legs aside and dove her tongue into her pussy. Becca cooed with sighing delight, squeezing her tits with both hands and bucking her hips at the same time. She watched the black master hover behind Nneka's round ass, stroking his cock while he admired her behind. Arnold watched as the master crouched over the black goddess, rubbed his palm up and down her pussy before then leaning forward and pushing his cock into her love nest. Nneka felt as if she'd just been hit by a Mac-truck—the impact was vicious and wonderful both at the same time. She thrust her ass backwards to meet his cock. Arnold inched forward, stroking his penis in his hand while watching with hungry fascination at the sight of the black mistress's shapely buttocks bouncing from the master's impacting cock. Olu held Nneka's waistline and rode her as if she were a thoroughbred, slamming the side of his thighs against the back of her ass cheeks. Nneka's cries were now mingled with that of Becca's moans, still she urged the master to fuck her harder.

"Ohh-Ohhh ... fuck, yeah!" she shrieked with unbridled passion. "Gimme that cock, master! AWWW FUCK ME GOOD!"

Olu grasped her hair and pulled her face upwards to stare into his sweat-soaked face, grimacing while he did.

"You want me to keep fucking you, slut!"

"Ohh yeah ... fuck me with that big, black cock of yours! Nobody fucks me better than you!"

They stuck their tongues out at each other and kissed with what felt like to Arnold resembled two wild Hyenas attacking each other. Still the master kept on hammering her with his shaft. A moment later Olu pulled her up from the floor and set her on the other side of the bed to lie on her back, shoved his cock back into her and went on fucking her like it was the only thing he knew. Arnold noticed the dildo lying on the bed and used it and began fucking his wife's cunt with it.

"Oh yes, fuck me with that dick, honey!" she moaned at him. She raised her hips an inch from the bed and ground it against the dildo Arnold was fucking her with, looking like she wanted more.

Master Olu pulled out from his black mistress with his massive erection dripping cum juice and came over to where Arnold and Becca were.

"Get out the way, white boy!" he growled at Arnold at the same time pushed him aside and knelt between Becca's legs which she then dropped over his shoulders while he reinserted the real black cock into her pussy. He wrapped her legs together in front of his face and went on slamming his cock into her. His upper thighs connected with the back of her ass while his arms held her up from the bed. The muscles on his arms and shoulders bulged with life as he made hefty grunts in tandem with Becca's cries. The black master took his white slave of a wife like no other white man ever has before in her life or ever will. To Arnold it looked as if he was ****** her. But this was the old Arnold thinking. The new and improved Arnold loved the sight of his wife being dominated by a superior being and loving the sight of it.

The black mistress stood over Becca and sealed her screaming lips with hers, keeping her moans to a lower decibel. Becca had climaxed innumerable times she could barely keep up with the pressing weight of her master. The bed groaned and shook under their combined weights. Everything came to a climax two minutes later when master Olu began to groan louder.

"You bitches ready? Here I CUMMM...!" his voice rose into a high note.

Normally he would have emptied his bulging sac of semen inside Becca's pussy but he chose not to this time, wanting instead to share the wealth around. And he reasoned that was what Nneka too would like. He gave a fiery growl and stood up his feet, his hand jerking his cock as fast as a whip. Nneka held Becca up from the bed and both of them stuck their mouths open for the inevitable. Arnold too went over and joined them, not desiring to miss a thing. In an instant spurt after thick spurt of laden semen shot out of the tiny aperture of his cock and splattered over the women's faces. Olu, still groaning, took good aim with his hand cradling his cock as if it were a machine ****** and jerked off more spurt of cum over the three people's faces. When done, he fell down on the bed, drained, while Becca, Nneka and Arnold went on kissing each other's faces, passing the master's cum back and forth each other's lips.

"Hey there, white boy," Nneka once again reached for Arnold's cock and began stroking him. "Don't think I've forgotten about you. I know you want to cum very hard too. Here, let me give you more than a hand." She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him.

There was no way Arnold could keep himself afloat from the onslaught of her engaging mouth. His cum-stained lips panted for breathe and his eyes just about glazed over while she went on swishing his penis side to side of her mouth. Becca went and laid herself over her master's body while both of them went on doing their thing.

"Madam mistress, I don't ... I don't think I can take it anymore!" Arnold whimpered with his eyes half shut. Before he knew it, he tool felt his load shoot out of his prick into the black mistress's waiting mouth. Nneka held him hard towards herself and made slight grunting sounds in her throat as his spurt slammed all the way into the back of her mouth.

The black mistress gulped down everything he gave to her. Arnold felt drained and completely spent from the load he'd just emptied and his body began to shake like one having a sudden epileptic seizure. His legs became weak as if they'd turned into strings of spaghetti and he uttered a loud sigh before crumbling to the bed. A tremor of excitement rushed through his body when he did. Nneka wiped trickling cum stains off her mouth and came forward and rubbed it on his lips. Arnold swallowed her finger and licked her nail clean with his tongue before releasing it for her.

"How does it taste to you?" she asked him.

"Like a white boy's cum," he answered.

"Don't neither of you go to ***** right now, you hear," said the master, who then pulled himself up from the bed. "The night's still young for that."

**********

It was a little past the half hour of seven thus the evening was much too early though not for all of them. Master Olu went and ordered room service for some food and ******. Nneka had to be someplace else—getting prepared for her evening work at the club. Olu thanked her for coming by and promised he would be there at the club by ten. She went into the bathroom dragging Arnold along. She lathered herself in the shower stall and gave him the sponge and ordered him to scrub every inch of her body. Arnold couldn't have been happier given such a task and he did it with all the happiness he could muster. He caressed every inch of her perfect black body with the sponge, relishing in the soapy feel of his hand as it ran over her arms, torso, her twin-packed breasts, and then roaming down south of her abdomen. Nneka held her leg up for him to wash the bottom of her thighs and pussy. Arnold took his time washing this particular area before moving onward to the rest of her body. Nneka's body was covered nearly in foam by the time she shooed him off to have the shower stall all to herself.

Olu and Becca were busy munching food off the tray with Becca feeding him after Olu, while Nneka was getting sponged by Arnold, had shown her the custom of sitting before him by the bed and offering him morsels of food to eat, just as a dutiful Yoruba wife would do for her beloved. Nneka returned to the bedroom like she did earlier before, this time trailing bits of wetness as she dried herself with a towel. Arnold took over the shower from her.

"You're still the highlight of the joint?" Olu asked Nneka.

"As always, you know I am. But some studs will be doing some local dance routine before I take over ... or maybe they won't. You said that you're going to be there, right?"

"I will be. A lot of white couples still come around, right?"

"All that militant wahala hasn't been too good for business. But they still do, yes, they do. Are you hopping to score over there?"

Olu gave her grin that seemed to say too much. "Ol' girl, you should know me by now."

She laughed. "Yes, I know you too well. Alright then, I'll see you when you get there."

She waved goodbye to Becca and Arnold who'd just exited the bathroom before putting on her sunglasses and then leaving the room and from there out the front door. Olu indicated for Becca to continue feeding him and she did.

**********

There are a lot of bushy roads leading off the central highway when heading out the city towards the direction of the airport. Most of these roads led to interior villages and indigenous settlements. One of such roads led to a hush-hush, plush nightclub known far and wide as Club Seen. Previously it was known as Club Sin, but not daring to risk the wrath of indigenous fellows and numerous church groups in the city, the owner of the establishment had coined the new name for it. It was one of the last few bumping spots in the city that hadn't suffered much during the spat some years back with malicious Niger-Delta militants had begun harassing foreigners in the city. A good thing was that the owner paid high money for his security, and the police regularly got settled so there was never any thought of a shake-down happening.

Olu drove out of the hotel with Becca riding shot gun beside him; Arnold had work in the morning and decided he couldn't tag along, but perhaps next time. There was hardly any sign of traffic as they drove out of the heart of the city and headed in the direction of the club. Olu drove with one hand caressing Becca's thigh and she too responded by caressing the bulge in his crotch that never seemed to want to go to *****. Along the way he was fortunate to find a chemist shop that was still open and left Becca in the car while he went inside and purchased something. When he returned she asked what he'd bought, and he mentioned he was feeling a little headache and had bought ***** for it.

They arrived there just about when the club's night life was starting to kick up. There was a large clearing in front of the club's building that was a parking space. Olu's eyes did a quick scan and found there were in luck: not much people had yet arrived, but he knew all that would change in the hour. After all, it was a weekend.

The place was bumping loud even as Olu paid their entrance fee at the doorway. They made their way past the bouncers and into the main hall where a live band was performing a classic Stephen Osadebe number on a raised stage with overhead colorful light raining down on them. Round tables were scattered in a wide circle around the stage and already few of the tables were unoccupied. Olu steered Becca towards one and signaled a waiter over for ******. While they sat enjoying the highlife music being played, his gaze travelled round the room. He was like a shark searching through territorial waters for any prey that would be worth the remainder of his evening. There were as much white faces in the room as they were blacks, and hardly any of them sat alone and they were all making a hell of a noise. Olu knew things would only get more raucous once the star attraction came out and that wasn't going to be any long now.

He drew Becca's attention towards him. "There's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything for you, darling." She dropped her glass of wine back on the table.

"There's a lonely couple seated across from us down by the right side of the bar."

He indicated his head towards the direction. Becca turned to look and yes, she did spot the couple. They looked young and unlike the rest of the whites around who seemed restless and loud and eager with noise, they seemed tense and kind of out of place, like they were ******* themselves to have a good time when actually they weren't. Becca noticed this too.

"They seem lonely," she observed.

"Then I guess we'd better break their ice," opined her master. "Go over there and chat with them to come join us."

"I don't think they might want to."

"Put on your sexy charm and they will."

"What if they turn me down?"

"They won't," he said.

Not arguing anymore, she got up and left their table though she took a circular route towards the couple, not wanting them to notice her approach. Becca was looking hot in her short skirt and halter top and she drew the usual ogling eyes towards her direction. One white man tried reaching for her hand but she merely slapped his wrist away before any words even came out of his mouth.

Olu took a sip of his Smirnoff beer and watched as she glided past staring eyes to go and engage the white couple. They did seem a bit shocked when she stopped by their table to talk to them. It didn't take long for her to convince them to come and join their table. They were already laughing even as the couple picked up their ****** and walked alongside her. Becca acted like a warm hostess and did the introductions when they arrived at their table.

"Darling, I'd like you to meet Nick and Mona Lavaux," she said with a brimming smile as her master got up and shook hands with the couple.

"Pleasure meeting you both," he said, offering them extra seats at the table and then signaling a waiter over to bring the house's best bottle of champagne over. "I hope Becca didn't alarm you both when she approached you. We noticed how lonesome the two of you were and thought it best to add our company."

"Which is why we're more than happy for your invite," said the man disarmingly.

He was tall and slender with wide shoulders and a long face. His nose appeared hawkish, his features angular. It was the wife that had caught Olu's eye. She was average height, her body supple under her evening dress. Her hair was brunette and shaped in a bob style and from the way her cheeks curled her lips it was obvious she was used to laughing a lot. And the glimmer in her eyes told him another thing—she's the sort who loved having fun. Her black dress had a low neck and it was easy for him to make out the outline of her tits. He as well noticed she wasn't wearing any bra as her nipples were standing erect and pushing through the fabric. Looking just nice enough for him to lean forward and wrap his lips around each of them.

"I'm sorry, but we didn't quite catch your name." Mona said to him.

"Forgive my manners. My name's Olu Shango.

"A pleasure. And you're both married?" she asked the question with skepticism on her face.

Becca waved her master's finger before her. "In a way, we are."

"I don't understand."

"Don't worry," said Olu dismissively. "Maybe before the night is over you will."

The champagne arrived and the waiter filled everyone's glass before going away. The four of them clinked their glasses and drank to each other's health. As the wine flowed so did the couple loosen up themselves. They were from France but had spent much of their ********* in the U.S. The man worked as a logistics supervisor for a multinational oil company located in France, and like his wife, this was his first time in an African soil.

"How long have both of you being in Nigeria?" Olu enquired.

"Today's our fourth day here," the wife answered.

"Both of you having some fun time yet?"

"Can't really say," she laughed. "We spent our first two nights shacked up in our hotel room. This is in fact our first outing since we arrived here."

"Really? Then how come you got to find out about this place?"

Nick answered the question. "A colleague friend of mine at the office was the one who told me about the place. Said there's much excitement going on here. I do enjoy the jazz band, but we were kind of hopping for something more."

"Don't worry, the night's just getting started."

His words couldn't have been more fortuitous as less than a minute later the live band's music drew to a stop and then a baritone drum-roll sounded off. The room became suddenly quiet as an MC appeared on the stage the band had just departed from.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to present to you our star attraction for the night: NNEKA!"

The lights left him and went to focus on a curtained doorway that lead to the entrance of the stage just as a wave of excitement burst into the room. Music began to play—Prince singing about the 'Beautiful Ones'—just as the curtains parted ways and the voice of the crowd went up in ecstatic delight as out came Nneka, wearing just a pair of loincloth as panties and bra and nothing else. Her body was oiled and it glistened with the light shining down on her as she glided into the room, rotating her limbs and body muscles to the sensuous sway of the music. She looked like an African goddess and all seated eyes in the club were fixated on her in awe. The light shining down on her turned into a moody blue and the rest of the bright lights slowly dimmed away. She danced and roamed the stage with near grace of a ballet dancer. Her eyes were focused on a distant object only she could see. Sometimes she did a triple-spin on her toes, rolled on the stage, spread her legs apart and simulated copulation with her hands, then did a back flip over her head and turned around to shake her delectable rump towards the staring audience. The curtains came open just as the music came to an end and another slow grooving Prince song—'God Created Woman'—began to play, and out stepped a muscular black man who too wore loincloth to cover his crotch and nothing else, resembling one who'd just stepped out of some medieval African village, and every inch of his body too glistened with oil. The man approached Nneka from behind and wrapped his arms possessively around her. Neither of them said anything—their body did all the talking. Their hips grinded against each other and then she turned around and allowed him to scoop her into his arms and dance across the room. There was an air of erotic enticement emanating from both of them and this wasn't lost on the crowd of white folks that were watching. From his table Olu observed the French couple and noticed their eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets the way they stared raptly at what was happening on the stage. Olu's eyes flirted back and forth at the wife and he half smiled to himself when he noticed one of her hands was clutching the crotch area of her dress. The same ******** view was happening to Becca. Her eyes darted from Nneka's succulent chocolate skin to that of the black man dancing along with her. The way the man held her body close to his, she felt as it was her dancing in Nneka's place and that the man would from there begin to play with her body in more ways than one. Her eyes marveled at his muscles, at the moment of their legs and the way their hips and pelvis seemed to grin against each other whenever they danced up-close. One of her hand landed on her master's thigh and it found his cock half erect and began caressing it. Her master's hand too came upon her thigh and slid in-between her legs. She bit down on her lips and exhaled lengthily and tried not to gasp as she felt his fingers probe into the mound that was between her legs as she wasn't putting on any panties.

Olu switched his gaze to the couple and inclined his head to the side and noticed too that he wasn't the only one acting naughty at the table. Mona now had her hand over her husband's thigh and from the way she giving him a slight squeeze, she certainly was dying to feel something. Instinctively she assumed she was being watched and turned her head towards Olu's direction and they both held each other's gaze. She had been found out, she realize this as she looked back at him. Olu took her other free hand and brought it to his thigh, inching it closer to his erect cock. Mona's hand felt over the bulge that was his cock and even in the darkness Olu could very well make out the 'O' shape her lips had suddenly assumed. He couldn't help but grin at her as if to tell her that yes, what she was touching was just as real as anything she'd even behold before.

The dance came to an end moments later. The room's light came back on and the crowd in the room rose to their feet and whistled, clapped and cheered in rhapsodic delight. The way they clapped and cheered, it was as if the ghost of Pavarotti had just stepped into the room. Nneka didn't stay to acknowledge all this. She and the black man gave just a curtsey bow before disappearing back behind the curtains. Still the audience went on clapping and jeering for another couple of minutes before gradually it died down and everybody went back to their former state of evening enjoyment.

Becca's face was still flushed with her master's finger probe which had gotten her wet. She got up and announced she was heading to the ladies' room. Mona stood up too to join her. The men made casual conversation while the women went to get themselves back in order. Mona too was just as excited as Becca was from watching the dance show. But more than that, her mind had concocted an image of whatever could be hidden within Olu's pants and that had made her over-anxious with wetness. She decided to use the moment in the stall to throw some questions at her latest friend. She washed her hands and waited till Becca came out of a stall before meeting her.

"Please ... I hope you wouldn't take my questioning you the wrong way, but I'm curious ..." she was about to continue but held herself when the door came open and two other women stepped inside.

Becca finished washing her hands and said: "Let's take our talk outside, if you don't mind."

They found a path that led them through a back doorway that led out of the club's big room. They came out into a garden and a yet uncompleted out building. There were noises coming from that direction and when they inched closer to investigate they found it was just a couple—a white man with a young black lady and he was fucking her from behind. Becca and Mona quickly apologized and turned around and went in the opposite direction. Mona had her purse with her and she took out a pack of Menthol; Becca declined her offer. Mona lit her cigarette and took a drag from it as they went in the direction of the parking lot.

"He's not really your husband, is he?" Mona blurted the question. "I noticed the way you looked at him when I asked that question. I hope you don't mind me being too inquisitive."

"I'm even glad that you are," Becca put her at ease. "He is my black master, and not really my husband. Though in a way you could say that I am married to him totally."

"Your husband's a cuckold?"

"In a word, yes. But since we arrived here, master Olu has been like a shining light to me. I feel so much reborn, like my whole life before now had been nothing but a lie, and the master had been the one who took the mask off from my eyes."

Mona leaned towards her and asked: "Tell me ... how big is his ... you know ..."

"You mean his cock?"

"Shhhh!" Mona darted her head every which way to make sure they were the only ones who'd heard her say that. "Not so loud. But yes, his cock. How big is it?"

"Massively big," Becca said it unabashedly and went on narrating. "He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen before, and he knows how to use it anytime and every time. I get multiple, sometimes triple orgasms each time he fucks me, and he's always ready to give it to me whenever I want it. My husband too agrees. You should try it."

Mona looked at her surprised. "What?"

"I'm serious, you should try his cock. I'm telling you once you've tried it, you'll never be the same again. There's something about his cock that gets me coming back for more."

"While we were watching the show, I felt him lift up my hand and laid it on his crotch. My God, I touched his cock and it felt really huge."

Becca giggled. "You haven't seen it yet. Wait till he whips it out and then your jaw would drop."

"I never knew black men were like that. Having bigger cocks, I mean. I've heard and read stories, but never really known if they were true or not."

"He's more than a mere black man, my master is."

"Have you and him fucked with your husband watching?"

"Of course. Matter of fact, we did it before we came out here, back at our hotel room. The master fucked me while my husband watched and later he helped clean up the master's cum. You've never done such before?"

It was Mona's turn to open up about herself. "Back home, Nick and I too have been involved in some swinging and cuckolding episodes. I remember one time we spent a weekend at one of his friend's place. One night we'd drank too much wine and the next thing you know, I was fucking his friend while Nick was getting down with his wife. I've met some black men at some of the swingers' parties we've attended but never had any dealings with them. Sometimes I'd want to, but I'm just too afraid to even think of trying."

"That was exactly the same way I felt when I husband and I first met master Olu. But he changed us around, made us accept him for who and what he is, and since then my sex life has never been the same. A few days before we came down here, he took me to his friends place and there were four of them there and they all fucked me till I was dizzy. Really, you should get involved into it. You're missing a lot if you don't."

There was an enticing light coming alive in Mona's eyes and Becca took notice of it. She could tell that she was hungry for the master. All that's needed is a gentle push in that direction. She would make for another suitable wife for the master. Mona smoked her cigarette, thinking things through.

"Another problem though is my husband, Nick. I don't know if he'll agree to it. He's never brought up the subject before."

"And neither have you to him, right?"

Mona shrugged. "I've never been this anxious as I am tonight."

"Well then how about we go back there and maybe then you can tell it to him. Come on, they're probably wondering why we're taking so long to return."

Mona took two more drags of her cigarette before flicking it away and the two of them walked back into the club's main hall to where their men sat waiting for their return. Except this time they weren't alone. Both women stopped and gasped simultaneously when they recognized the black couple who had joined their men at their table, exchanging banter with them—Nneka and the black male dancer she'd been on stage with. Though they were both dressed for the evening this time and no longer in their earlier outfit. A waiter drew two more chairs to their table for Becca and Mona and more ****** appeared. Becca hugged Nneka, told her what a lovely performance she'd given and introduced her to Mona. Her eyes then went to the male dancer.

"Becca, this is Abbey, an old friend of mine."

"Pleasure meeting you," she said as she shook his hand.

"Likewise," said Abbey. "How's Arnold, by the way?"

Becca hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. How could this man know of Arnold? Was he a friend of some sort? She turned to her master but he calmed her down and indicated for her to sit, which she did. Abbey meanwhile couldn't help but wink at his friend with a sly grin on his lips. Still it didn't deter Becca turned her attention to Nneka, showering her with praise about the way she'd danced. Mona was conversing with her husband in muted French. When they were done, Mona turned to Olu and asked:

"Nick said that you and Abbey went to dance school as the Sorbonne when you were young."

"It's true," said Olu. "My ****** was a big shot in politics while his ****** made his wealth through oil. We met while we were studying abroad. Abbey wanted to become a dancer while I had other things in mind and didn't last long at it."

"It wasn't easy," chipped in Abbey. "But it was fun."

"Your dancing was marvelous," said Nick, turning his eyes towards Nneka. "The way both of you glided across the stage ... you both captured everybody's eyes in here."

"Thank you. But I'll bet that wasn't all that I captured."

While they chatted, Nneka slid a hand over his thigh and started rubbing him there. Nick made no move to push her hand away as he was enjoying the feel of it. Seated there watching her dance on stage earlier on had awaken a deep fantasy inside his head. It was something he'd never had the nerve to unveil to his wife, and now as he sat here feeling the touch of the beautiful black woman's hand over his pants, he couldn't help but wish he'd let this secret fantasy of his known to Mona before: that he'd always fantasized making love to a black woman. The urge had come to him on and off but he'd never before summoned the courage to act upon it and prior to his company posting him down here he had made discreet enquiries through some whispered circles of friends as to whether or not there was anything resembling a swingers convention down here, but he'd been met with the customary answer: no.

Unknown to Nick, while he was being seduced casually by Nneka's electric touch, his wife too was catching the same vibe though from Olu. While Olu went on conversing with his friend, his right hand had slid under the table to caress Mona's thigh. Mona was captivated by his boldness, that her husband was seated just beside her and yet this handsome black man had the audacity to be risqué with her. She as well was still reeling from the earlier touch she made on his pants and responded by sliding her hand over his crotch and grasping the bulge that was pushing against his pants' fabric. This time she got a good grasp of it and felt her heart skip a beat as in her mind she attempted to measure his size. Mon Dieu! Could his cock be that big?

Becca sensed that Nneka was doing something to the French man though from where she sat she couldn't easily tell what it was without sticking her head further out. Her gaze switched to his wife and she couldn't help but catch the look on her face that told her she was onto something. She noticed the redness on her face and knew without a doubt that her master had gotten to her.

Olu turned to Nick and asked if he would like if they went someplace else. Nick thought quickly before speaking.

"Exactly what do you have in mind?"

Olu smiled. "Something I think you and the Mrs. will like and enjoy."

Becca and Mona caught each other's eyes and they smiled back at each other. It was almost as if they could read each other's thoughts.

**********

Neither one seemed to be in a hurry to call it a night. If there was anything that would prolong whatever hidden pleasures the night was bound to bring, they were all up for it. Olu suggested that they have themselves a nightcap at his hotel room; he talked his friend into coming along with them. Abbey figured he didn't have a choice, as he too wasn't feeling like the night was totally over yet. The couple felt a little uneasy as they hadn't meet either one before prior to that eventful night, but Becca whipped up her charm to the max and persuaded Mona to come along. Mona in return did the same to her husband Nick. They finished their ******, went out and got into their cars and drove off with Olu in the lead. Becca kept checking on the couple through the rear mirror, not wishing for them to take a wrong turn from them; Abbey was following behind with Nneka riding alongside him. Becca was jittery with excitement. She had done well for her master and she could see that he was happy with her over it.

It was almost an hour before midnight when the three vehicles drove through the gates of the Protea Hotel establishment. They boarded the elevator and from there made it to their suite.

Olu placed a call downstairs to the bar ordering for a bottle of Chablis while everyone got cozy in the living room. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door and Olu opened it and then tipped the lad who'd arrived with the Chablis with glasses to go. Becca put on some music and got to dancing with Nneka and Abbey while the couple sat and watched, laughing. Olu decided to play host for the night and popped the bottle open and then filled each person's glass. He had his back to everyone and while they rest were busy cavorting with each other, neither of them saw him take out the prescription **** he'd bought earlier at the pharmacy. In one of the glasses he emptied two tablets inside and waited till they had dissolved with the ***** before he began distributing them. He made sure his intended victim took the glass with the ***** inside and made a toast and watched through the corner of his eye as everyone downed the contents of their glass.

The party got immediately underway soon after, by which time they'd all almost emptied the bottle of wine. Olu danced with Mona while Nneka went to keep her husband company. Becca waited for her master to give her the go-ahead to be with Abbey before she then opted to dance along with him. There was a lot of groping going on. Olu pressed the French woman's lithe body hard against him, leaning his face close enough to hers so she could inhale his cologne and feel his breath. Becca had her arms around Abbey's neck, willing him to kiss the mound of flesh that was her breasts while his hands gave her bottom a good squeeze. If Mona was still feeling apprehensive over what was soon to happen in the room, her mind actually changed when she turned her head and saw Nick shamelessly kissing Nneka. His hand was reaching across to her waist and pulling her against him. Was she shocked to be a witness to this? The answer at first was yes. Yes, she was shocked at seeing her husband kissing a black woman. But the shock quickly wore out and coupled with the mood in the room she started laughing with relief. Relief that she now knew something her husband has been keeping away from her and it was something she realized she needn't confront him about anymore. With that said, she turned her attention to the tall, handsome Nigerian man she was dancing with. His hands were sliding down her backside to caress her ass. She brought her hand to his head and pulled his face towards his for a kiss. She savoured the taste of his thick lips, loved the way his tongue darted over hers to explore her inner mouth. Becca and Abbey were dancing along beside them and even they too had begun getting into the spirit of things. Abbey pulled her to the nearest couch and while they kissed, Becca's hands were already going to work on his jeans belt buckle. Abbey helped her freeing out of his already erect cock and shoved her head down to it.

"Get down on your knees and unzip my pants," Olu said to Mona.

She obeyed his words and her mouth muttered a gasp when her hands freed his cock from within. It stood so erect, black and formidable before her face. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked pre-cum out of the aperture of his cock, still marveling at the size of his penis.

"Mon Dieu! Votre humanité est tellement incroyable!" [My God! Your manhood is so incredible!] she said.

Olu couldn't help but laugh at her words. "Pas aussi incroyable que vous êtes dès à se sentir." [Not as incredible as you're soon to feel.]

She looked at him, surprised.

"I told you I schooled a bit in France, remember? Tell me, have you ever seen a cock my size before?"

"No ... never have I even taste a black cock before." She licked her lips though she kept staring at his cock as if it were an alien object.

"Well then you're in for a special treat tonight. Now why don't you be a good French woman and French that cock for me."

Mona closed her eyes and Olu parted her hair from her face in time to watch her mouth take in his cock. Olu always loved the look on women's faces just as they're about to give him head. Their faces all looked kind of surreal and anxious with excitement. He loved it mostly when it was a white woman: seeing the contrast in color of their skin—of their mouths wrapped around his black dick—never failed to heighten the excitement. Mona's mouth sucking half the length of his cock was sweet and warm. It had been a long time since he got a taste of some French pussy; tonight was his lucky night after all. Though they hardly knew of it yet.

He looked across and sure enough her husband now had his face buried all up in Nneka's pussy and she was busy squirming beside him on the couch with her legs raised up in the air. She caught her master's staring eyes and winked at him before returning her face to what Nick was doing to her. Becca's face was still buried over Abbey's crotch. His cock was long but not as long and massive as her master's. She pushed her hair from her face, looked up and watched Mona sucking her master's cock. She felt an immediate pang of jealously. That was where she ought to be right now, sucking and rolling her lips around her master's cock as if it were meant just for her and her alone. Still she loved watching them together and it was making her wet much too much trying to imagine what the look would be on Mona's face once she felt the power of her master's black cock.

Nneka pushed Nick to the other end of the couch and jumped on top of him like a leopard diving towards a prey. She loosened his pants and reached in for his cock and then gave him a mighty blowjob, the likes he felt he hadn't received in a long time, not even in the numerous swingers clubs he and Mona had visited back in Paris. Nick watched helplessly as she devoured his first his cock, then his balls, sucking them back and forth while he lay there gasping like a wounded ******. She got a little disappointed when he came so soon, but kept on stroking him, pumping his load of semen into her mouth. By this time Olu had pulled Mona back to her feet and undressed her right away. She was putting on a pair of lacy underwear with thigh-high stockings to match. She looked really sexy in them and Olu couldn't help but compliment her figure.

"Seigneur, ayez pitié de moi! Tu es si ravissante, Mona. Je vais avoir un moment de plaisir que vous profiter de ce soir." [Lord have mercy on me! You look so ravishing, Mona. I'm going to have a fun time enjoying you tonight.]

"Vraiment? Vous aimez ce que vous voyez?" [Really? You like what you see?]

"Yes, I like it and I'd sure like to fuck it."

Mona giggled shrilly not just from his guttural French but also from his fingers pinching her nipples as if he were fine-tuning a radio. Her hand was busy stroking his cock while his went into her panties to investigate what was hidden within it. From the way she squirmed and moaned, holding onto him with her other hand, it was obvious he'd struck gold. He pulled out his fingers which were now stained with her cum and allowed her clean them up with her fingers. He lifted her up and together they disappeared behind the bedroom door.

Becca grumbled that her master had carted the French wife into the bedroom and not her. She was rewarded soon though when Abbey had her resting forward on the couch while he came at her from behind. He thrust his cock between her thick ass cheeks and got a moaning response from Becca as his cock slid all the way into her. Abbey held her in place by her waistline and began fucking her earnestly. On the other couch, Nneka was standing up on the couch, moaning at the same time holding onto Nick's face which at the moment was buried between her open legs. Her ass kept contracting and did raunchy rump-shakes as Nick's tongue went on lapping on her pussy juice.

"That's enough, French boy," she groaned. "I want to feel what that prick of yours is made of."

Nick's prick had returned to life after his initial cumming and now it was as sturdy as a tent pole. He watched Abbey banging away at Olu's woman's hot ass—Wow! These blacks really know how to share, he thought—but saw no sign of his wife with Olu. But he was unconcerned about them for now as he knew they too were having fun their own way. He quickly took himself out of his clothes and then sat back on the couch, waiting for the black woman to come to him. Nneka, while she removed her clothes, saw Nick's prick and smiled that his erection was back. So many of these white boys only had energy and strength to cum once and then that's it for them. It's hard finding one who knows how to handle black pussy. It's no wonder a lot of them have got wives who barely fuck them anymore.

"That's the type of cock that I need," Nneka purred, grasping Nick's cock and giving it a stroke or two. "A nice hard cock is what a women needs. You think you can handle this black pussy, French boy?"

Nick nodded his head emphatically. "Yes, yes ... Oui."

Nneka got up on the couch in front of him and slowly lowered herself down his awaiting cock. Nick's prick pierced through her pussy like a sword passing through a cloth. Nneka's hands grasped her ass cheeks while Nick held her steadily. She sank her ass all the way down at him till it touched his thigh before pulling back up slowly, coating his cock with her juice.

Abbey saw what was going on at the other couch and decided he wanted to get into a piece of that as well. He took Becca from the couch and made her crawl towards Nick's legs. Nick was pistoning up his thighs, injecting Nneka's bouncing booty with his dick. He gasped when he felt a cold mouth come upon his balls and he looked from the side of Nneka's thighs as saw Olu's woman Becca crouched there playing with his testicles. Abbey appeared behind her and thrust his cock back into her pussy. Now both women were moaning at almost the same time, in tandem with their men gasping from the effort of fucking them: one riding a dick while the other getting slammed by a dick harder from behind.

**********

Olu wanted the largeness of the bedroom to fuck the French woman. But more than that, he intentionally and purposefully desired to give her the fucking of her life. The way she took moments to spat and coat his shaft with gobs of saliva told him that she was no fool when it comes to handling a cock. Except she'd never handled one as black and beautiful like his before, but he was going to all of that right now. Damn right he was going to not only change her sex life but also her marriage life as well; he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the thought of this.

He picked Mona up from the kneeling position she'd been sucking his cock from and turned her upside down with her pink jutting labia facing him. He started eating her up while she wrapped her hands around his waist and groaned for dear life; his cock slapped against her face till her searching mouth found it. Though it was a weak effort for her to remain sucking him this way. She couldn't stop her legs and the rest of her body from responding to the way he was slurping and nibbling on her cunt as if it were food he hadn't consumed in a long while. Mona exclaimed a barrage of mixed incoherent words while at the same time wiggling her legs in the air above his head as if she were riding an imaginary bicycle.

"Ohhh ... Uhhh ... Mon Dieu! Ohh ****! You're going to ... Awww ... eat me ... SUCK MY PUSSY DRY!"

Olu dropped her down on the bed, allowed her time for her heart rate to calm down before coming down on her. He knocked her legs open and without even waiting for her to get ready, leaned forward and thrust his cock into her steaming crack with unnecessary roughness. Her cunt seemed to belch a long, wet, pussy fart as he thrust more of his shaft into her. Mona shot her head up from the bed, grasped his arms tight and howled a length moan. Olu gazed at the way her face was squeezed with her taking in his penetration and smiled to himself.

"Oh yeah, bitch!" he grunted. "Go on, gimme all of that pussy! I need to have all that French pussy right now!"

"Ohh God! Oh my God! Your cock is ... is so big! So magnificent! AWWW!"

Her head fell backwards just as her cries shifted into high gear as Olu's prick went on filling up every tiny crack there was of her pussy, widening it further any her husband's cock ever would. Mona's body underwent a perceptible shudder and it didn't take long for her to arrive at climax. Still Olu went on fucking her. Each time he pulled out his cock, it came with a coat of thick pussy juice covering his shaft. Her hand went rubbing the surface of her clitoris but that wasn't enough to stem down the fire raging inside her cunt. Olu grasped her thighs and pulled her towards him, further impaling her with his shaft. Mona shrieked louder as she felt as if she'd just been stabbed by a sword. Olu's hands went to the bottom of her ass and started bouncing her hard against his hips. She was still lost in the thrusts of his cock when he pulled her up and fell backwards taking her along. His cock slipped out of her pussy at that moment, but he speedily grabbed it and pushed it back into where it ought to be.

Her tits dangled over his face. He licked sweat pouring down her skin while his hands grasped her ass cheeks, spread them wide apart like bread over butter, and went on firing his cock hard into her. His tempo didn't seem to slow down and Mona could do nothing but lean over him, surrendering herself, body and soul, to his black power. She yelped and screamed like a bitch in heat. She soon had herself another explosive climax and Olu groaned frustratingly as he too suddenly emptied his load of cum inside her. Still his desire wasn't dissipated; even Mona was shocked with awe as his cock went on slamming into her pussy's orifice while his cum dribbled through the cracks of her cunt and rolled down his shaft. Mona shook her head as if she were caught in a terrific dream trying to bring herself awake. The sound of her rocking ass coming down hard on Olu's huge prick was punctuated by her fervent moans.

"Ohh God! Ohh you're fucking me so good!" she panted frantically. "Fuck me more ... more ... OHHH FUCK ME MORE!"

**********

"Oh yeah, give me all you've got, boys," Nneka said in a hoarse, raspy breath.

At the moment she was sitting on Nick's cock in reverse, leaning backwards towards him. Her hands held her legs up in the air while Abbey watched for a moment, stroking his cock to remain strong, while Nick got her pussy more wet and lubricated for moment before he then inched forward. Becca watched from the side with mounting curiosity at what was about to happen. She held one of Becca's legs for her as Abbey came closer and watched in amazement as he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy, which already was occupied by that of Nick's. Becca was amazed at what she was seeing. Her friend now had multiple cocks fucking her pussy ... and she looked like she was really having the time of her life. The men found themselves a rhythm, which though it was slow, but enabled them to have fun with what they were doing. When they were done screwing her like this, Abbey pushed the room's centre table off to the side and then lay on the ground. Nneka came and straddled him, letting his cock into her virgina while she indicated at Nick to come penetrate her back door. Becca sat there on the couch massaging her pussy, wishing it was her they were doing this to, while she watched both men riding along with her friend caught in the middle. Abbey applied his mouth to one of her hanging tits while Nick couched over her, couldn't stop kissing her ear.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered breathlessly. "So very beautiful ... beautiful black woman."

Nneka replied while still panting: "I don't know what you're saying, white boy. But you ... Uhhhh ... better keep fucking my ass!"

Becca wasn't getting much of any satisfaction watching the three of them ride like a sandwich. She got up from the couch and approached the bedroom to see how well her master was getting with his new bride.

Mona was still bouncing down hard and rocking her petite French ass back and forth over Olu's cock when Becca stuck her head past the doorway to glimpse at them. Mona's moans sounded like that of a whistling tea kettle that had been left for too long on top of a fire. Becca stood by the doorway, taking in the sight of her wildly contorted face, her tits jiggling with each bounce that she made, of her cries which were a mix of English and French, but most especially of the master who simply lay there looking like he was merely getting started with the bitch. His palm smacking her butt repeatedly sounded like the crack of a whip; Becca was getting turned on by it.

Mona at that moment turned to face her and in the midst of her moans muttered something in French. Olu barked laughter.

"What did she say?" asked Becca who'd come to stand beside the bed.

"She said my cock is the best thing she's ever had since the year began," he said. "Why don't you get up here and sit on my face. I know you've been wanting to."

Becca hopped on the bed only too happy to join in and came and sat over her master's face. She held her ass cheeks open for him to breathe through and gave a mewling sound as she felt the presence of his lips eating her mouth. Her hands touched Mona's tits and then she leaned forward and sucked one of them.

Mona was almost there, once again sensing herself travelling towards the height of orgasmic clouds. Olu gritted his teeth from the way her virginal muscles seemed to contract on his cock. She exhaled another lingering moan as her body exploded into another wave of climaxing thunder and then Olu took the advantage of pushing her off him. Mona collapsed on her back, exhausted. He pushed Becca off him as well and positioned her to crouch over Mona. She wiggled her ass seductively at her master while her lips took a mouthful of Mona's left tit. She gave a mewling sigh as she felt her master's tool penetrated her pussy from behind. Olu shifted into gear. He grasped her waistline and for the next three minutes went on pounding her pussy so hard. The frame of the bed shook under their wake and Becca once again surrendered herself to her master's unbridled lust. Her face squeezed into a mask of hurt, pain and pleasure. Her cries and moans sounded stuttered as if the ***** of his prick invading her pussy was ******* the life out of her.

"OH-OHHHH ...OHHH-UHHH-FUCK! OH MASTER! FUCK ME, MASTER! OH-OOH-OOHH ..."

Her face fell and rose repeatedly on Mona's chest. Mona parted her hair from her face and shared a kiss with her. Abbey came into the room trailing his cock along. He came to the bed's end and both women took turns sucking his cock while Olu retrieved his from Becca's pussy and pushed her forward so as to slid it between the eager pussy that was Mona's.

Both men took turns ravishing the white women as if there was no tomorrow, and they both ended up shooting their cum inside them.

An hour later Abbey decided it time that he called it a night; it was 2:46a.m. They'd been fucking for more than three hours now and both rooms bore the remains and exotic smell of semen and cum and sweat. Nick had used the bathroom to clean himself and had worn back his clothes and felt that he and his wife too ought to be leaving. Mona was lying in bed next to Becca; both of them naked with their arms entwined on each other's body.

"Come on, Mona," Nick said to his wife while at the same time shaking her awake. "Time for us to get going. I've got to be at work in the morning."

"Why don't you leave her here," suggested Olu, who'd just finished having a bath and was drying his head with a towel. "Not a good thing waking a beautiful woman up that way, not with the fucking she's been doing. Leave her with me, I'll see that she gets back safely in the morning. I promise."

Nick thought about it for a moment and then agreed to it, not seeing any harm in such. Besides, his mind was still reeling from the bout of fucking he'd had with Nneka who at the moment was lying asleep on the living room couch. He would have loved to say goodbye to her, but mostly to get her phone number so they could meet again soon. Either way, he figured he would get that information from Olu later in the day. He was two steps behind Abbey when he stopped and made as if he'd forgotten something. He approached the couch where Nneka still lay dozing. By the foot of the centre table were her scattered clothes. He sifted through them for her panties, put it to his nose and took a deep inhale before dropping it back among the pile. He was nearly tempted to lean his face and give her a parting kiss but he didn't wish to wake her up. Maybe next time, he thought to himself as he turned around and left the suite.

Olu went about the room trying to put it together at least until the hotel sent someone over to come and clean the rest. He used an old handkerchief for a sponge and started first with the living room, cleaning out the stains of cum that dotted the furniture. He was pretty tired but he still managed some strength to do this final work before thinking of calling it a night as well. He kept the empty bottle of wine along with the wine glasses someplace safe while he wiped the centre table as clean as he could leave it. He opened the windows and kept the ceiling fan at its highest to drive away the smell of fucking from the room. It wasn't working much but he figured that by early morning it would have dissipated somewhat.

It was halfway past three in the morning when he went to join both women who were still locked around each other. He managed to pry their arms off from each other and managed to separate their entangled ******** bodies from each other and squeeze himself between their midst and then draped their arms across his body and tried to fall asleep with them.

**********

Bright morning sunlight streamed in through the windows but that wasn't what woke Mona up. What woke her up was a whirring rotor-like sound that sounded pretty much like the engine of a carpet cleaner going off somewhere close by. Her eyes blinked and twitched awake and she muttered a groan from listening to the sound of the machine. At first she didn't have any recollection of where she was. Everything at first appeared fuzzy to her and it wasn't till she brushed her hair from her face that her glazed eyes then took in the large bed that she was lying in and also the pair of legs lying beside hers. Things were gradually coming back to her as she sat up on the bed, recalling the wild events of the previous evening. She looked to her right and there was the handsome black man who'd fucked her silly last night with his white woman asleep next to him.

Mona took her legs from the bed to the floor and then pushed herself up. She stood there for a moment unsteadily, looked down at her body and made a pretentious move to cover herself as she realized she was naked. Her body ached all over and there was a low throbbing pain coming from her virgina. she recalled the bout of screwing she'd undertaking and it brought the onset of a smile to her lips as her mind replayed back images of it. The whirring sound had suddenly died off and she realized it was coming from the other room—the living room. She tip-toed towards the door and inched it open, peaking through it and sure enough she spied a cleaning lady in there fretting about the room. Mona turned away from the door and looked around the bedroom till she found a towel. She wrapped it around herself and then once again stuck her head out the bedroom door, this time enough for the cleaning lady to notice her.

"Good morning, ma'am," said the cleaning lady. "I'll take care of the living room and come back later to do the bedroom, if that's alright with you."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much," replied Mona.

She closed the door back and looked around the room for a moment, not at first knowing what she was looking for till her eyes found her handbag resting on a table by the corner. She went and opened it and took out her cell phone from within. The time on her phone announced itself as 9:35a.m., and she'd had three missed called already, all of them from her husband who'd called less than an hour ago. She took it with her into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.

At about the same time she was closing the bathroom door behind her, Olu's eyes came grudgingly awake. He turned his head and looked at Becca's ******** form. She looked so much like an angel the way her eyes were closed and her features plain. He planted a loving kiss on her forehead before gently pushing himself from the bed so as not to awake her. He sat there on the bed wiping mucus from his eyes when his cell phone began to vibrate and ring at the same time. He reached for it, not recognizing the number on the screen, but still bringing it to his ear. He blew air through his nostrils before pressing the receive button.

"Hello?" he said.

**********

While Olu was answering his phone call, Mona was taking a piss, after which she opted to wash her face in the sink. She tried her husband's number twice but it kept indicating that his line was busy. Seeing that she had nothing else to do, she stepped into the bathroom to take a well needed shower. She was just about done and was drying herself up when her phone which she'd left by the sink started to ring. It was her husband calling. She brought down the toilet seat and planted herself on it and waited for her husband to pick up his phone. When he did, they automatically started conversing in French.

"Darling, are you alright?" asked Nick.

"Yes, honey, I'm fine. Sorry I didn't answer your call earlier. I was still ********."

"It's no problem; I ought not to have called even, knowing you'd be tired from last night. You did have fun last night, didn't you?"

Mona chuckled. "Of course I did, silly. I've never had that type of fun in a long time."

"Tell me, how was he like?"

"You mean Olu? Oh God, darling, I just don't know where to start. He was totally phenomenal last night. His cock is so big, it was amazing. I couldn't stop cumming for a whole hour."

"Hmm. He was that big for real?"

"Not just big, but he sure knows how to use it. Yesterday at the club, when I and Becca went to the ladies' room, she told me just about the same thing. I almost didn't believe her until last night, and even now I'm still sore from it."

"Did he cum inside you?"

She stopped for a moment, and then, "Yes, he did. I hope you're not mad."

"No, no, I'm not. I'm happy you had fun though, just like I did."

"You were with the black dancer, Nneka?"

"Yes, I was with her. I hope you're not mad, either."

"You know, there's a lot about you that before now I never knew. All this time we've been swinging, how come we never had it with any black couple before?"

"I don't know, and now that I think about it, I regret that we never once tried it. But I'm happy last night came through for both of us."

She smiled wistfully. "Yes, I'm glad about it too, for both of us. I love you, Nick."

"I love you too, darling. Are you still there with them?"

"Yes, but I'll be leaving in the next hour or two. I'll just have myself a quick shower and then—"

She paused in her words when the toilet door came open and a dark figure stepped in. It was Olu, naked with his dick standing erect like an abnormal extension of his body. Mona sat there with her phone held to her ear while she ogled the sight of Olu's erection as he walked past her, pretending not to notice her presence. She watched as he pushed aside the glass protector of the shower stall and heard him turn on the faucet as water suddenly splashed down on him. Her husband was still chattering into her ear but she wasn't paying any attention to his words. Finally she told him she had to go and quickly ended the call and approached the glass doors of the shower stall.

She watched as he scrubbed his wet body with a soapy sponge with his back half facing her. She pushed aside the glass protector and stepped into the stall. He was aware of her presence and allowed her to take the sponge from his hand and began scrubbing his body for him. Olu presented his back to her and she scrubbed from the back of his neck, down his shoulders, spine and buttocks and then his thighs. She reached between his legs to playfully fondle his testicles and then turned him around to start on his torso while water continued to splash both of them. She went her knees still scrubbing him, saving the last for his cock while was now erect and hovering a few inches from her face. She gave his shaft a thorough scrub. She held up his shaft, stroking it at the same time, while her hand washed his balls and up between his legs. Olu gasped at the feel of her probing hands.

"Got to make sure that you're properly clean," she said to him before returning to her scrubbing.

Mona indicated for him to widen his legs and then she stuck her face underneath and probed this time with her tongue around his perineum and further. Water from the shower fell down his head, rolled down his torso and unto her backside. She rimmed her way from the centre of the crack of his ass and back to cup his balls, rolling each testicle over and around her tongue while she stroked pre-cum out of his cock. Olu caressed her wet hair, loving the way she was playing with him.

"You'd better start sucking that cock, woman," he smiled down at her. "Or else its going to start loosing weight on you."

"We wouldn't want that to happen now, would we."

She went at it slow and steady, taking her time to savor its leathery taste as well as feel her hand over the veins and ridges that snaked the shaft of his prick. Her mouth spat saliva over the knobbed head of his cock and then pushed it all the way into her mouth. Olu held the sides of her head and went on fucking her mouth like it was a second pussy. There was nothing more enjoyable and satisfying that having a morning blowjob, especially one when in the shower. He pulled her up to her feet and their lips locked upon each others in a deep reaching kiss. His hands played with her tits while hers went downward stroking his cock for him, not willing to it out of her sight.

"I'm so in love with your cock," Mona moaned between kisses.

"You still up for some morning fucking then?"

Mona gave him a look of joy. "Oh Oui!"

Olu turned off the shower faucet but they remained there for a moment, kissing, while water from the body dried to a minimum before they then stepped out of the stall's glass doors. Mona was reaching for the door but Olu stopped her and pulled her towards him and then made her bend towards the toilet with her hands holding onto it. He balanced one of her leg on the toilet seat and searched with the head of his cock for the opening walls of her labia. Finding it, she reached a hand behind to grab him and gave an abrupt cry as he thrust his cock into her. Mona tensed up her body and shut her eyes from the sudden pain, but she couldn't keep her mouth from groaning when she felt the head of his cock, followed by the length, slip into her pussy. She muttered another groan as Olu grabbed a fistful of her head, turned her face towards his and stuck his tongue into her mouth.

"You love my cock, bitch!" he growled into her ear.

"Ohh yes! Oui ... Oui! I love it so much!" she cried out helplessly.

"You want to be feeling this cock fucking you always? Tell me how much you want it."

It was hard for her to concentrate, what with the throb of his cock pushing its way in and out of her cunt. "Ahh ... I ... I want it always ... I want it ..."

"You want what?" he gave her face a light slap. "I'm talking to you, bitch! You want what?"

She cried out: "I want you ... Oh God! I want your cock ... YOUR COCK FUCKING ME ... ALWAYS FUCKING ME!"

"You ready to become a black cock lover, bitch? You ready for that?"

"Ohh yes! Yes!"

Olu grinned at her. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it. I saw it in your eyes last night. And it's why you're going to carry my baby."

Her eyes opened with horror at the mention of that. "What? No!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he pulled her hair hard enough to make her howl. His cock was still pounding her, never loosing focus from what its purpose was. He spoke harshly into her ear:

"You're going to be part of my harem, Mona. Whether you like it or not, and I don't care what your husband might think. You're going to submit yourself to me in more ways that you've never committed to your man before. Every night when you go to *****, you're going to be thinking about my black cock, of wanting to have my black cock, and of many ways your French pussy, asshole and mouth can do to please my black cock. And in the end, by the time you and I have gotten to know ourselves more, you're going to give birth to a black African baby."

Mona was confused. Her emotions were suddenly a mixture of awe and pleasing ecstasy that she was having a hard time believing his words or assuming he was telling a nasty joke.

"You can't ... can't be serious?" she moaned, still caught in the unbridled lust his cock, as well as his words, were meting upon her.

Olu abruptly stopped jerking his hips and pulled his cock out of her. Mona felt as if someone had just killed the sun; she didn't wish for him to stop. Olu turned her around to look at her. While Mona was still flushed with excitement and gasping from the bout of fucking he'd just been applying to her, Olu's face was cold and dead serious.

"Have you ever heard of a **** called Clomid?" he asked her.

Mona screwed her face. "No ... no, I don't think I have."

"Maybe someone else would know. Come with me."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her along back into the bedroom. Mona's mind was in a whirl of confusion. Her pussy was still aching for his cock whereas her brain was trying hard to swallow all what he'd just revealed to her.

Becca had just risen from bed yawning. She covered her nose from the funk smell of dried cum that was the remains of last night's marathon fucking. A result of another wild and totally fulfilling night courtesy of her black master. Becca's hair was a mess and her body felt sticky with sweat and dried cum. She was definitely going to have to find herself a hair salon before afternoon, she thought to herself. She was about pulling out the rumpled bed sheet from the bed when she stopped, hearing her friend's moans coming from the bathroom. Her moans were followed by that of her master speaking harshly at her. She smiled to herself, obviously the master just couldn't wait to give her a morning treat. How much she still carried memories of being back at his place at Abuja, when he would service her just about every hour of the day. Her drove a hand into her cunt and sighed as the sound of her friend's cries from inside the bathroom was growing louder, coupled with what sounded like thighs slapping against each other. Becca felt herself starting to get wet from it. She about to go over and join in the fun when the door pushed itself open and out came the master pulling Mona along. Becca's smile instantly vanished as she noticed the dark look that was in his eyes.

"Becca," he barked at her. "You know anything about a **** called Clomid?"

"Yeah ... yes, I do know about it. What about it?"

He pulled Mona to stand beside him. "How about you telling our third wife here what the **** is about."

Mona looked at him, her eyes aghast with shock. "Third wife?"

Becca then laughed. "Oh, Mona's going to be one of us? How sweet!" she clasped her hands together and gave a leap for joy before turning towards Mona. "It's a fertility ****, Mona. Stuff that women take to foster pregnancy. When was the last time you felt ripe?"

"About a week and a half ago. Why?"

Becca was as happy as only a schoolgirl would. "Why because the **** helps kick in your cycle into blooming speed. In other words, you're going to be carrying an African trophy just about the same time that I would."

"I don't understand."

"Like you, I too am in heat just as you now are. Get the point?"

Ultimately Mona did. She stood there stupefied and still caught in a daze she felt she was living some type of weird dream. Her eyes went back and forth from Olu to Becca, hopping to see some type of lie reflect on their face but nothing of such did.

"I don't know what ... I don't know what to say. I still don't know whether to believe any of this or not."

"Well, you'd better believe it," said Olu. His voice sounded like the crack of a bullwhip, making Mona jump. But then his features became rather soft and he jumped back into his seductive mode. "You are the one I've been looking for, Mona. To complete my circle of wives. What neither you nor your husband Nick knows is that I've known about both of you, even before we met last night. I work at the Nigerian embassy, so there's practically no foreign worker coming in the country whose papers doesn't run past my desk. I've had my friend Abbey keeping quiet tabs on you. I know that for some years now you and Nick have been struggling to have a baby, but for some reason no luck has come out of that."

Mona stood there with slack jaws listening to him divulge a secret only she and her husband prior to now had kept only between themselves. She put a hand to her mouth and muttered a gasp of horror.

"Mon Dieu! How could you know—"

"That I know or how I know is irrelevant," he interrupted her brusquely. "What is important is that I desire you just as much as you too desire me. I see it in your eyes of how much you want to keep having me. How you'd like to have my cock fucking you nearly every hour of the day. I can give that to you. And even more, I can make you have that baby you and Nick have always wanted to have but don't know how to."

He came to her and placed his palm against her stomach, feeling over her flesh in that area. He then smiled at himself as if aware of something she wasn't. "Even now, I can sense a ripe egg swimming in your womb, desperately in need for my cum. I can give it to you and more ... all you have to do is be submissive to me."

"Why?"

"The why isn't important for now. What you should know is this: it has my desire to have three wives, just as Becca most likely explained to you yesterday. She is my Osun. Nneka is Oba; as for you, I'm going to refer to you as Oya."

He turned to Becca and told her to fetch his wallet which was lying inside the bedside cabinet. She went and got it for him. Olu reached into a recess part of the wallet and took out a white ring, similar to the one he'd given to Becca only a few days ago. Mona didn't react even as he took her hand, pulled out her husband's ring and then inserted his own into her third finger.

"The circle is now complete," Olu announced.

Becca hugged Mona, grinning with glee. "Welcome to the black family, Mona. Isn't it wonderful—you, Nneka and I—we're now sisters!"

**********

It was nearing 6:00p.m when Nick Lavaux returned from his work office to the company guest hotel located in the Aboloma side of town in Port Harcourt where he and his wife were putting up. There was talk about the company soon going to secure him a serviced flat somewhere in the G.R.A area, but how soon that would happen, he didn't yet know.

He knocked on the door and waited for Mona to unlock it from the other side. He'd called her earlier to let her know he was coming. His brow deepened when he didn't hear any sound that resembled that of a lock. His hand came to the door handle and he tried it and to his surprise, the door came open. He took his knapsack bag off his shoulder as he stepped inside.

"Darling, I'm home!" he announced as he then dropped his bag on the living room couch. There was no one in there waiting to greet him. Through the parted window curtains he watched in the distance the red ball of a sun crawling away slowly behind hovering clouds in the horizon beyond the city's sky.

He headed towards the bedroom. He opened the door and noticed it was dark; the window curtains were closed together. He noticed the shape of someone lying on the bed. His hand went to the wall beside him and flicked on a switch which brought light to the room.

Mona lay there on the bed in a sultry position staring at him, smiling. She was wearing a bikini outfit with a pair of purple fishnet thigh highs and black stiletto high heels. She had accompanied Becca afterwards to a beauty salon to fix herself up along with getting her nails done. Their black master Olu had driven them there, after which he'd taken them shopping and bought her some outfits and underwear, along with two pairs of stiletto shoes, one of which she was now putting on. Her new look was obvious and Nick just about felt his lower jaw drop to the floor as he stood there by the doorway ogling her.

"You like what you see, honey?" she winked at him.

"Very ... very much," Nick muttered. His cock stood to attention inside his pants.

Mona got up from the bed and came to him. She pushed him to the wall and danced before him. She performed for him a 'booty dance', making her ass bounce up and down and side to side and then pushing backwards to press herself against his yearning crotch. Mona was never much of a dancer, yet here she was, wiggling herself before his eyes. Nick wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him.

"You're so beautiful," he kissed her earlobe, making her burst with giggles. "What's happened to you since I left you in the morning?"

"I became a totally different woman," she said, turning around to face him and then kissing him. "Thanks to master Olu." She raised her hand and presented him with the white ring. "I'm now one of his women."

Nick looked at the ring, a little concerned. "What about mine?"

"I'm still going to be yours, honey. I'm still yours. But I've got more." She led him to the bed, sat him down and then narrated to him all what Olu had said to her in the morning. Nick didn't interrupt, nor did his facial expression alter to anything resembling anger or hurt at what he'd said and done. Mona had earlier been afraid of this and had voiced it out with her master, but Olu had laughed and told her not to worry about it when telling her husband. Now that she was telling him, she avidly watched to see his reaction but inside her she was surprised her Nick wasn't expression anything remotely close to anger even as she narrated to him about Olu's intention of impregnating her and of his knowledge about her inability at getting pregnant.

"I don't know how he must have found out about that," she said. "I kept asking him but he wouldn't say."

Nick took his wife's hands into his; his features now were somber. "I told him."

Mona looked at him, surprised. "What?"

There was pain written on his face as he spoke. "In the morning you tried calling me, but my phone line was busy at the time because I was talking to him. I told him about our inability—my inability to get you pregnant. You don't know how deep and how much I hurt knowing well enough that I can't give you that which you've always wanted. But between last night and this morning, I kind of thought things through and figure Olu's someone who can get things done. I wouldn't wish for anyone else to do it besides him."

Mona's eyes became teary. She held her husband's face in her hands and said, "It's not your fault that you've got a low sperm count, Nick. You've always held that against yourself."

"Yes, I have held it against myself for a long time, Mona. But not anymore." He took her hands to his lips and kissed them passionately. "This time, from now on, we're never going to be keeping any more secrets between ourselves. I enjoy having sex with black women just as I love seeing getting screwed by black men. I want you to keep being yourself around me, and to have yourself carrying Olu's baby. It will really mean the world to me if you do so."

"So ... you're not angry about me ... about him making me to be part of his harem? I was so nervous about telling you about it, I thought you'd get mad or angry about it."

"Who said anything about me being angry? This is what we came down to Africa for, wasn't it? To get loose, to live our lives in ways that we can't back home, remember? No matter what happens, I'm still the husband you married, and I promise that I'll always be here for you."

"Ohh Nick," she leaned her head against his and kissed him. "I love you, my darling."

"And I love you, too."

"So tell me," she murmured as they kissed. "Do you like my new outfit?"

"Oui. J'aime everthing à ce sujet." [Yes, I love everything about it.]

"Voulez-vous me faire l'amour en elle?" [Will you make love to me in it?]

She pulled his face down towards her chest. "Come to bed and make love to me. I want to feel your hardened cock right inside me now."

Nick pulled his arms out of his jacket and fell upon his wife. That night, they made blissful love.

The following day:

"Tell me the truth, master," said Becca.

"Okay. Ask your question then."

They were seated on lounge chairs by the hotel swimming pool. Becca was in a bikini outfit that seemed to attract a lot of staring eyes at her. She was lying on her face, presenting the sun with her back while some of the hotel guests got a good view of her round backside. Olu was in a pair of gym shorts and wore his sunglasses; his head rested on his towel. His hand was about reaching for a glass of lime that was on a table next to him when Becca spoke.

"Last night before we got to the club, when you stopped at that pharmacy, you'd bought that **** before we even met the couple. Meaning you knew about them already."

Olu sipped his lime, savored the taste, and then returned the glass. "Yes, I already knew of them, and I knew they were going to be there that night. Abbey my friend had set it up. It was he who'd sent them an invitation to the club, though they don't know that."

"Yes, but ... I still don't understand. How were you able to get to the husband the way you did?"

Olu flashed his teeth at her. "That's why I have you and Nneka for. Nneka went for the husband, while you persuaded the wife. That was all the leverage I needed, and you didn't fail me. Not one bit."

He rubbed his palm on her shoulder as if he were giving her a massage. Becca, unconcerned about others who were there at the hotel's poolside with them, felt her hand over his crotch and licked her lips as she got the touch she was yearning for.

"What exactly is your hand doing?" he said.

"Can't you guess, master," she purred. "I'm so hungry for your cock right now."

"You don't want to catch a sun tan anymore?"

She shook her head. "The sun can wait, but yours can't. My pussy's itching me so much."

"Come on then, let's take a stroll."

Master Olu drained his glass of lime. They both got up, picking their few items with them and walked away from the pool. Nearly all eyes were on them as they exited the poolside. They all stopped in whatever they were doing and watched the white woman's ass bounce and jiggle in her bikini as she hooked her arm around that of the tall black man walking alongside her till they both disappeared from view.

Becca began attacking him even before he'd slipped the key into the door to unlock it. He pressed her against the door once they were inside and roamed every inch of her lips with his. Up inside the room, they flung their stuff aside and Becca wanted to lead him towards the direction of the bedroom but instead Olu had her bent over on the back of the couch. He had his shorts down his leg in one motion while Becca, who was just as anxious to receive him, pushed her bikini panties to the side and widened her legs apart for him to make a smooth entrance.

"Oh fuck me, master," she moaned like a real bitch in heat. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me right now!"

Her cunt was oozing with wetness already. Olu took a quick aim with his cock and then jammed it into her hole and gave her a solid thrust; Becca just about fell over the couch from the impact. She held onto the back of the couch and for the next couple of minutes screamed out her joy as her pussy went on taking the rough onslaught of her master's huge dick fucking her.

At that moment, Olu's phone began to ring from the pocket of his shorts.

"Damn it!" he growled, wondering who it might be at this ungodly moment. Becca too was just as mad to be interrupted this way.

"Don't ... don't answer it!" she practically yelled over her shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he snarled at her. He was just as curious to know who it could be, wondering if it could be his office wanting his ass back in Abuja as soon as possible. He pulled out of her for a moment and quickly reached for his shorts to take out his cell phone. He just about laughed when he recognized who it was that was calling him—Becca's husband, Arnold. It was a good thing his erection was still standing, or else someone would have paid for the interruption. He slipped his wet cock back into Becca's pussy, and she was grateful for it, while he brought his phone to his ear.

"What's up, white boy?" he grunted into the mouthpiece.

"Good morning, master," came Arnold's hurried reply. "I'm sorry for calling, master ... are you ... busy?"

Arnold could very well hear that the master was busy as from his end of the line he easily caught what sounded like someone moaning like crazy in the background.

Olu couldn't help but laugh. "As a matter of fact, you did caught me at a very wrong time, boy," he said between grunts. His other hand rubbed against Becca's romp while she kept bouncing her ass back to capture more of his cock that she could. "You just about caught me fucking, white boy. And that's a demerit on you."

"I'm so sorry master, I'm so very so—"

"I don't give a fuck how sorry you are, white boy. Next time you'll learn not to call me at odd hours ..."

Becca turned to look over her shoulder and asked, "Is that Arnold calling? What the fuck is he calling for?"

"Shut the fuck up bitch, and keep taking this dick!" he gave her a sharp thrust of his cock as if to make his point home.

"Ohhh yes, master!" she answered.

Olu turned his concentration back to the phone. "You see what you've done, white boy? You've made me interrupt fucking your woman here. Like I said, we're going to have to teach you more on manners when next I see you."

"Like I said, master, I'm very sorry. I didn't—" "Sod on your sorry, white boy. Get to the point of your calling."

Arnold gulped down saliva on his side of the phone before continuing. "Anyway ... I was just wondering ... I'd like to invite you and the wives over here at the camp to dinner. That's if you'd be interested."

"Sounds interesting, white boy. I'll have to think about it. I'll give you a shout-out later in the day. Now if you don't mind, I've got some fucking to do."

He disconnected the line after that and cast the phone across the couch. "Now bitch, where were we?"

His hands held Becca's waistline and her moans rose higher as he began pounding her just the way she always liked him to—hard and rough. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face up while his other hand gave her bum a terrific smack. Becca yelped from the contact.

"That's for you interrupting my talk on the phone, bitch! Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?" "I won't, master! I swear, I won't!"

"You're going to make it up to me, you know that don't you, bitch?"

"Anything for my master," she cried out. "Anything!"

Olu pulled out of her and still holding onto a fistful of her hair, he pulled her along towards the direction of the bedroom. He sat on the bed and had her knell before him. Holding his shaft in his hand, he raised his legs up from the bed and pulled her forward to rim his ass.

"You'd better do a good job of licking that ass, bitch!" he said to her. "I want that ass clean and smooth by the time you're done, or else I'm going to spend the entire day turning your ass red."

Becca did as he wanted. She licked her tongue through the crevice that was his asshole and didn't even let herself up for air till she was done. When Olu felt satisfied, he pushed himself further up on the bed, bringing her along. Becca straddled him, taking his cock into her pussy, and started rocking him hard and good. Olu fingered her asshole while she bounced and rocked her bottom side to side over his cock. Becca cried when he pulled his cock out of her pussy and ****** it into her tiny asshole. She felt like she'd just taken in a lead pipe. Still she went on grounding her ass on him.

"You want your master's cum, bitch!" he pulled her face downward to kiss him.

"Oh yes! I want it!"

"You want it so bad, don't you, slut?"

"AWWW ... SO BAD! SOOO FUCKING BAD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK, MASTER!"

Olu had her on her arms and knees and took turns pounding her pussy and her asshole. He slapped her buttocks repeatedly while burying his shaft as further into her asshole that he could. Becca climaxed one too many times before her master came his own, shooting his load deep inside her ass.

"Alright, bitch." He turned her over and ejaculated some remainder semen across her face. "Time for you to do some cleaning up."

She reached for his cock and did that with her mouth. Olu cradled her head in his hand while she licked off every trace of semen and pussy juice from his shaft. When done with that, she applied her mouth to his balls too.

"Did I do a good cleaning job, master?" she asked. Olu nodded. "As only a good wife should," he muttered and then groaned as she kept on sucking his cock.

Mona had called his phone sometime before noon saying she'd like to come over; Olu told her he would be around at the hotel suite. She showed up there sometime after twelve, looking very casual and sexy in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, wearing her new hair. Olu was there at his room waiting for her alone. He smiled as he opened the door for her and noticed she was putting on his ring; obviously her husband wasn't going to complain after all. He as well caught a strong whiff of her perfume. It smelled enchanting.

"You're looking hot and gorgeous," he said to her, checking out the roundness of her pretty behind of her shorts.

"Thank you, master," she turned to smile at him.

"You smell good, too."

"It's Coco Chanel," she said.

"Really. Number five or fourteen?"

She laughed. "I really wouldn't know. Is Becca around?"

"No. Nneka came and borrowed her for an hour or two to take her shopping. So, how's Nick doing?"

"Alright and right now busy at work. I've been lying in bed nearly all day doing nothing, thinking about you."

"Really?" he came to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You thought of me last night?"

"Oh yes, master, I did." She rubbed her hands over his chest, feeling his breast plate muscles, loving the masculine texture of his skin. "I thought of everything of you. Nick and I had a long talk about you yesterday."

"What about?"

"He has agreed to let me be your slut ... and wants you to give me lots of babies."

His hand reached inside her tank top and unearthed one of her tits which he then covered with his mouth for a moment. "I'll bet you must have been joyful when he said that."

"Uhhh ... oui ... very," she sucked in her breath as his lips bit down on her nipple. "He doesn't know that I wouldn't have cared at all even if he'd said no. But I'm still glad he said yes. That made things a lot easier."

"So tell me then, what was it that led you to come by here today?"

His hand slid into the front of her shorts to rub against her public region. Moan couldn't help but squirm and wiggle her body against his touch.

She leaned her head close to his and whispered something into his ear. Olu shook his head.

"I can't hear you, bitch. You've got to speak out loud, or else my hand's going to stop what it's doing."

Thus she said it loud enough for him to hear: "I want you to fuck me, master. I want you to fuck my pussy, and then I want you to cum inside of it."

"Good. First, I need to see if you've improved on your cock-sucking skills. Get down on your knees right now and pull my cock out, bitch."

Mona took off her tank top then knelt before him and pulled down his shorts from his waist. His cock sprung out of its hiding place like a jack-in-the-box present and stood at attention before her face. Her hands were small and could barely wrap itself around his girth as she started stroking him. She took her master's cock into her mouth, widening her jaw muscles as much as she could to give him some good head. At one point, while she was still sucking him, he stopped her and pulled his cock out of her mouth, gazing down at her.

"This isn't your wimp husband's cock, Mona," he said to her, feigning anger in his voice. "You'd better get with the program and suck this dick like how a black man's cock ought to be sucked, and don't waste my time on it. You hear me?"

She nodded in reply, and then Olu handed her back his cock and she resumed sucking it once again.

**********

The club's name was called Exodus, located at the junction of Nelson Mandela Drive and Abacha Boulevard. The time was 9:45p.m. A shower of rain had fallen two hours ago, leaving the streets slippery and wet with overfilled detritus floating from the nearby gutters and sewage ways. But the rains had stopped fallen, though in some parts of the city, there was still light drizzling going on. The streets were alive with traffic and an unstoppable cold breeze. At the junction, cars were huddled against each other, honking horns and screaming drivers yelling to get by as several of the vehicles edged along the way in search of parking spaces.

Olu was lucky to find a suitable parking space less than ten feet from the club's doors. Several faces itching to make their way into the club stopped to stare at the black man stepping out of the car with the white woman along his side. Becca was wearing a see-through blouse with an open neck line and short skirt with knee-length black boot heels. She was very captivating, and she knew it too ... but more the fact that her master was by her side. Even a couple of road-side sluts couldn't help ogling her apparel. Nick and Mona jumped down from the backseat and together the four of them made their way into the club. Olu gave the doorman a one-thousand Naira note as they went in past him.

The club was booming and they'd just arrived at the peak of it. They went past a wide corridor before then coming out into a wide circular room with discotheque strobe lights bouncing off the walls. The dance floor was populated with cavorting dancers. Loud R n B/Rap music boomed from out-of-sight speakers and high up on a landing, the DJ was hard at work behind his turntables and equipment, spinning good music for the vibrant crowd.

Olu led his people further into the room, up the staircase and found them a corner booth at the balcony from where they could watch the dancing spectacle taking place downstairs. There were other ******** booths beside them and eyes kept staring their way as they took their seats. The air around them was thick with cigarette smoke. ****** were ordered and they drank to each other's good health. Mona was wearing a simple dress under her coat and just about nothing else underneath except for a pair of nylon stockings. Neither too was Becca wearing anything resembling a bra or pair of panties. Olu excused himself and went down the stairs and disappeared amongst the crowd. He wasn't gone for long though. He returned with a pretty young black girl whom he introduced as Sari. She was a working girl that much was obvious from the way she carried herself; Olu told her to sit beside Nick, which she did. Olu now had the company of both white ladies as they sat flanking him.

"Any of you care to dance?" he asked either of them.

Becca indicated that she would like to dance with him first. They both slid out of the booth and made their way down the stairs to the dance floor. Mona watched from the balcony railing as the master danced with Becca. From the corner of her eye she noticed her husband playing with the black girl. She didn't wish to interrupt them. She picked up her glass and sipped her wine while she tried to make out Olu and Becca's form in the midst of the crowd below.

She was burning with want by the time she saw them return and Becca slid into booth and made way for Mona to step out. Olu held her hand and led her down the stairs to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began shaking her hips as much as she could to the rhythm of the music. Though she wasn't used to dancing to such type of music. She was more of a ballroom dancer than she was when it came to clubbing, but Olu managed with her well enough. His hands fondled her ass while his hips came in contact with hers. Mona could barely make out the crowd of faces that surrounded them in the darkness that was the dance floor with the marauding disco lights roaming around them, but she was catching the vibe of the exotic passion that was flowing around. At one time her master's lips met hers and she pushed herself into his arms and kissed him back deeply while his pair of hands went on caressing her ass. She couldn't tell how long they were there dancing when he decided they'd better return to their table, seeing that they'd both worked up a sweat.

"You guys danced longer than I thought you would," Becca observed when they returned to their ******.

"Don't mind me," said Olu. "Mona kept stepping on my shoe."

Mona laughed merrily. "That's a lie, I never did."

"Hey Nick, you enjoying yourself with Sari?" Olu shouted the question at him.

"Oh yeah, I am," he yelled back a reply in the midst of the loud music that was around them. He had a solid grin on her face. He looked like someone who'd just won the highest prize in a game and didn't want to let go. "She's really beautiful."

Sari joined him in laughing. "First time I've heard anyone say such about me."

"Sari, do you mind following us for some more fun night?" asked Olu. "We'll make it worth your while if you do."

She made as if to think about it. "Well ... as long as you promise to make it worth my while ... then, I guess I'm game."

"That settles it then. Come on, let's finish our ****** and then blow this joint."

They remained there for almost thirty minutes finishing their ****** before then getting up and pushing their way past the growing crowd and then managing to find their way to the corridor leading out of the club. They all gulped in fresh air as they pushed their way back into the night and then made their way towards their parked vehicle. Olu had driven when they were coming. This time he let Nick to be the designated driver and for Sari to be his co-pilot while he sat in the backseat with his gorgeous white wives.

Lounging in the back, Olu played with both women while Nick took quick glances from the rear-view mirror at what was going on. Sari couldn't help turning her head to watch what was happening. Olu had his lips on Mona's while Becca's hand worked against loosening his belt buckle and the top buttons of his jeans. In no time she'd freed his black cock from within and had her mouth upon it. Olu freed Mona's tits from her dress and wrapped his mouth over one of them while Becca bopped her head on his cock. Mona was starting to feel a little left out and she too lowered her head and she and Becca both began fighting over their master's 12-inch cock. Nick navigated their way along the busy streets at the same time kept making glances at their reflection in the mirror above his head, watching the sight of the women licking their tongue over Olu's cock, and loving it. How they both made such a perfect picture—two gorgeous white women taking turns sucking on a big black one. What could be more perfect than that?

A hand then slid over his pants leg over his erection which was building inside. He turned to his passenger seated beside him and Sari gave him a knowing smile. She had her other hand inside her skirt, and Nick didn't need to speculate what that one was doing in there. She inched herself closer and her hands pulled down his zipper, reached within and unearthed his penis which stood hard as a rock in her hand and oozing pre-cum from the head. They got to a red light and it was the advantage Sari needed as she then leaned over and began sucking him. Nick still had firm control of the vehicle and he put it back into gear just as the red light turned into a green.

In the backseat, Olu was now exposed down to his thighs and Mona was burrowing her face on his balls while Becca kept feasting on his cock. Becca then brought her face to him and whispered in his ear: "I want your cock in me, master. Right now. I just can't wait."

Olu pushed Mona's face off him and Becca then climbed over him, straddling her ass on top of his thighs. Becca held up her skirt and Mona helped in guiding his cock into her pussy.

"Awww ... yeah," she moaned in the interior of the moving vehicle as her master's cock slid in further into her. "Uhhh, I love that black cock."

The vehicle went over a couple of road bumps along the way, but Nick held it together, even though he was starting to succumb to the pressure of the Nigerian girl's mouth sucking his cock. He couldn't help groaning repeatedly from it. His eyes kept checking at what was happening in the backseat via the rear-view. He was nearly tempted to turn on the interior lights but was afraid that some other passing vehicle might notice what was going on. Instead he relied on the passing headlights of other vehicles as their lights shone on the whiteness of Becca's big white butt bouncing up and down her master's thighs. He could just as easily make out the outline of his cock disappearing between the crack of her ass. It was accentuated with the low moans she was making while Mona sat beside them, playing with her tits and massaging her pussy.

Somewhere along the way, Nick couldn't hold it in anymore. He was less than three miles from the apartment building he and Mona stayed in when he pulled to the curb of the street he was on and allowed Sari to suck him to the end. He felt his semen shoot all the way into her mouth and he made grunting sounds with each spurt that left him. Meanwhile in the backseat, Becca had increased her rocking as she was feeling herself approach the onset of climax. Olu fingered her ass while she on bouncing on top of him and then both came almost the same time, shooting his load all the way inside her. Becca rested on him, panting for breathe, while Mona held her buttocks up and lapped her tongue on her master's load as it poured down Becca's pussy. Sari too was busy cleaning up Nick's cock of all traces of semen, though when she brought her face up, she still had some on the sides of her mouth, ruining her lipstick. Nick kissed his semen off her lips and together their tongues played over each other's.

"Nick, where're we heading?" asked Olu.

"My apartment flat isn't too far from here," he said, putting the car back onto the road. "It'll be much comfortable than the hotel, I figured."

"No problem. Always good to spend a night out once in a while."

They soon got to the apartment flat where the Nick and Mona were putting up. No one else was around, thus Olu didn't bother wearing back his jeans as they went up the stairs into the building. Inside, they separated: Olu took the bedroom with Becca and Mona in tow, while Nick resigned to the living room with the Nigerian girl; Mona threw him a blanket and a pillow before closing the door on him.

The night felt like it wouldn't end. From the living room Nick clearly heard the sound of the bed banging against the wall, followed by a woman's moaning cries. Sometimes he could tell if it was Mona getting fucked and other times he couldn't. Mona sometimes cried out in French, almost as if she knew her husband would be listening and she wanted him to hear her getting well fucked. Nick did catch his fun too with Sari. He could barely keep up with the frenetic pace with which she fucked him and after ejaculating two times during the night, he finally had to tell her he'd had just about enough.

Just when he thought the bout of fucking going on in the bedroom was starting to die down, the door came open and Mona stuck her head out and called out to him.

"Nick dearest, would you care to come join us?" she winked at him.

Nick got up from where he'd been lying on the floor beside the long couch where Sari lay ********. Mona had disappeared back inside the bedroom by the time he got there and peaked at the action that was happening inside.

Olu was at the moment fucking Becca from behind when Nick entered the room. He turned his head towards him and grinned.

"Why don't you take a seat, Nick. This won't take long."

Mona gave her husband a chair to sit down on before going to join them on the bed. She lay on her back beside Becca. Her hand massaged her clit while she sucked one of Becca's breasts. Nick was starting to get hard watching them. Olu finished with Becca and then came and positioned himself between Mona's open legs. She cried out and held onto him as he pushed his cock inside her and then leaned over her. Nick watched the sight of Olu's ass contracting as he thrust his cock all the way into his wife's cunt. From the way she cried out he could tell his cock was reaching dark places that his had never till now being to. He took his cock in his hand and started stroking to the rhythm of Olu tearing his wife's pussy apart.

"Bitch, I'm about to cum in you," Olu groaned a moment later. "You ready for it?"

"Ohh ... yes! Oui! Give it to me, master!" Mona squealed.

"AWWHH ****! AGGHHHH ..."

Olu's body became stiff as he emptied his copious load of thick semen inside Nick's wife. He remained like that for a while, still pouring everything inside her before finally pulling out of her. Nick knew what was expected of him, and he didn't disappoint. He left his chair and came to press his lips between his wife's swollen pussy and started licking.

"Uuhhh, darling. That feels so good," Mona smiled down at him while he went to work on her.

Olu turned to the other side of the bed where Becca was waiting for him.

"You're so wonderful, master." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

EPILOGUE:

Five months later in Abuja.

Olu Shango walked into his house with his briefcase in hand and several envelopes he'd found in his mail box when he drove into his compound. He left his briefcase on a couch, along with his jacket, and began checking the individual envelopes. Most of them were bill payment receipts and a few were invitations to various charitable and social events taking place in Abuja, and one of them in Lagos. They meant nothing to him. He stopped at one of the envelope when he recognized the name scrawled above the sender's address: Becca Coltrane.

He sat down on a sofa, tore open the envelope and began to read:

My Dear Sweet Master, I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed your presence. Your touch on my skin. The sound of your voice calling me. But most especially, your essence of manhood. It's been four months since I left you, and you do know just how reluctant I was to leave then. But nonetheless, I have remained steadfast to you and to none other. Since returning to England, I have been to parties, hangouts and clubs in search of black men. I have fucked a few of them, but none compares to you, my master. During the nights, whenever I get so lonely, I take out your dildo cock and pleasure myself with it. It feels so good having it inside of me, but it's nothing compared to the real thing. I wish there was a means with which you could have come with me to keep me company like right now.

My tummy too has begun growing. Last week I went for a scan test and the doctor declared to me that it's going to be a boy! I was rapturous with delight to hear those words. Arnold too is delighted with the news and has already begun redecorating our spare bedroom for his arrival as well as picking up baby stuff for him. I'm finally going to be a carrier of your seed. I hope you're happy for me, too. Mona is back home in Nice, France. We've been keeping steadily in touch, and like myself, she too is now pregnant. And guess what, master. She's bearing twins!

She misses you just as I do and told me to send you her love as I'm writing this letter to you. I will be returning to you very soon, master. It's all been arranged. I'll be returning to Nigeria in a week's time, and I'll be bringing along two girlfriends of mine. I can't wait for you to meet them and seed them as well. The world needs more men like you, master.

I'll call you as I always do.

All my Love,

Becca.

"Welcome back, master," a sultry voice said.

Olu glanced up from the letter to notice the lovely white creature standing beside him naked. Her features were angular, possessed long pair of legs, her hair was blonde and cut into that of a page-boy's. Her name was Christie and her husband was a cultural attaché in the Irish embassy. They'd met three weeks ago, and since then her husband hadn't minded not was presently worried that he borrowed his wife for his personal use every once in a while. And neither did she; her left hand was spotting his white ring.

"How's the house been since I left for work, Christie?"

"The house has been lonely without your presence, master."

"No problem. Come over here, I brought you a nice present."

She came gingerly and knelt before him, her hands rubbed against his crotch, feeling over the bulge there that was starting to become prominent. She gave him a sluttish smile. "May I open up my present, master?"

"Oh yes, you may," he grinned at her. "Dig in to work, bitch."

She was already salivating with hunger as her hands went to work on his pants. His cock popped out of is boxer shorts and she gave the knobbed head a smooching kiss, licked her tongue up and down his lengthy shaft before then opening her mouth and swallowing his cock. She wrapped her hands around his shaft and bobbed her head fervently on his cock, pausing every now and then to deep-throat him.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER:

It was cold this time of the year in London, and as it was approaching late spring, it was bound to get colder.

The taxi drew to a halt in front of an old Victorian-like apartment building along Ledbury road, and the back door opened and out stepped a tall black man dressed in a suitably tailored business suit. The black man settled the fare, turned his head either way as if sampling the sight of the quiet street before making his way down the walkway that lead to the apartment building. In the lobby he checked through the listed names of tenants next to the intercom switch, finding it, then he pressed the apartment's door button on the intercom switch. It didn't take long for a recognizable female voice to sound off in his ear.

"Yes, may I help you?"

The black man said: "Becca. It's your master speaking."

Becca immediately told him to come up stairs. Olu made his way to the next floor where Becca and Arnold Coltrane called home and he knocked when he got to their door. Arnold was back at work in Nigeria, but his wife now had additional company.

The door flew open and Becca stood there carrying a thick bundle in a white cloth on her arm, staring with surprise at the sight of her one true master standing right now before her doorway in the flesh. She rushed him and wrapped an arm around him.

"Master ... I so glad you came," she said.

"I just got back from France. I stopped by to see Mona and the twins. Is that him that you've got there?" he indicated at the bundle she was carrying.

Becca pushed aside the piece of cloth so he could get a good look at the chocolate-colored baby that was at the moment asleep in his ******** arm. Such a lovely sight he was.

"He's beautiful," Olu murmured. "Have you named him yet?"

"No, master. I was going to wait for you to do that."

"We'll call him Ola," he said.

"Ola. It sounds almost like yours, master. What does it mean?"

"It's Yoruba. It means 'tomorrow'."

Becca nodded her head in agreement. "It's a lovely name, master. Arnold and I can't thank you enough for this lovely gift." She stared at the ******** form that was the baby with love and joy. "The gift is so beautiful."

She led her master further into the apartment and closed the door behind him. She went and returned the baby back in its crib and then led her master into the main bedroom to attend to his needs. She took his jacket from him and went to hang it inside the wardrobe. Olu took off the remainder of his clothes and then sat on the bed and watched as she excitedly took off her jeans and tee shirt.

"I'm so happy you came, master," Becca said as she came to join him on the bed.

Outside, the world went on as it always did.

THE END

THE BLACK MASTER WILL RETURN ...

Jouissance extraconjugale



Je m'appelle Paul, la trentaine, je suis marié depuis 10 ans à Christelle plus jeune de 2 ans, nous nous étions rencontrés lors de nos études et pour ainsi dire plus jamais quitter. Nous avons construit nos vies ensembles et développés une complicité sans faille. Grâce à cette complicité notre vie sexuelle c'est bien épanouie, n'ayant aucun secret l'un pour l'autre, nous nous disions tout ou presque.

Les années de mariage n'avaient pas entamées notre désirs de l'autre au contraire mais nous pimentions nos joutes de petits scénarios ou parfois s'immisçait des partenaires virtuels, jouant des rôles aussi fantasque que pervers, qui après coup, nous faisait bien rire.

Nous étions le lendemain de nouvel an, que nous avions bien fêté chez des amis et bus plus que de rai***s, la soirée avait été parfaite, nous avions revu à cette occasion de vielles connaissances et également rencontrés de nouvelles per***nes. Il est déjà 14h, lorsque je pose un pied hors du lit, ma femme dort encore et je décide de lui accorder encore quelques instants, c'est sans un bruit que je vais me faire un café. Christelle se lève alors que je suis sous la douche, et je la rejoins quelques minutes plus tard.

Premier réflexe, regarder nos mobiles, pas mal de sms pour la nouvelle année, rien d'exceptionnel sauf un sur le mobile de Christelle.
-Tes courbes m'ont rendu fou hier soir, te frôler sans vraiment te toucher était un vrai supplice. Pierre.
On se regarde, on rigole et on tente surtout de se rappeler qui est ce fameux Pierre, nous repas***s la soirée en revue, ne trouvant pas de visage à mettre sur ce nom, nous concluons a une erreur. Cependant, d'humeur plutôt taquine, je prends *** mobile et j'écris.
-Merci pour les compliments, heureuses que mes courbes t'aient fait cet effet, la prochaine fois n'hésite pas.
Christelle tente vainement de m'arracher le mobile en rigolant, trop tard le sms est partit.
Quelque instant plus tard, le mobile vibre signalant l'arrivée d'un nouveau message, tient, même numéro, ce Pierre était à l'affût.
-Peut-être pourrions nous provoquer cette prochaine fois, en toute discrétion bien entendue, j'ai vu que tu n'es pas seule.

Il ne s'agissait donc pas d'une erreur.

Je ris un peu moins mais malgré tout la situation me plait ou plutôt m'émoustille, je demande à Christelle de voir ou cela va nous mener et de ce fait continuer ce petit jeu.

Elle répond donc :
-Pourquoi pas mais avant je dois savoir qui tu es.

Pour le savoir, retrouves moi sur MSN, voici mon adresse. Il ne perdait vraiment pas de temps le bougre.

Le temps d'allumer l'ordinateur et nous voila sur MSN, la discussion s'engage, rien d'exceptionnel jusqu'à ce qu'il lui demande si je suis présent et si elle a une webcam. Je lui dis de jouer de répondre que je suis parti et qu'elle peut brancher sa webcam, elle lui demande juste quelques instants, afin de se refaire une beauté et être un peu plus présentable.
Je lui cherche de quoi s'habiller ou plutôt de quoi bien suggérer, je choisis un chemisier blanc légèrement transparent, je lui demande de ne pas mettre de soutien gorge, une petite culotte en micro fibre ne cachant quasiment rien de sa belle toi***, à cela j'ajoute une petite jupe, ample et évidemment des bas autos fixant. En temps normal, je lui aurais déjà sauté dessus, vu les conditions, je dus me faire plus que violence, afin de ne pas la prendre sur-le-champ et c'est avec grand peine, que je contenais mon érection.
Elle s'installa et établit le contact, je m'efface du champ de vision de la caméra mais reste à porter pour pouvoir lire sur l'écran le chat et également voir sa propre image.

La camera ne filme que le haut de ma femme, de *** coté, il a élargi un peu l'angle on peut donc le voir jusqu'aux genoux.

Enfin nous voyons qui se cache derrière le prénom de « Pierre » Et nous nous souvenons de lui, il était plutôt discret à la soirée prenant des photos de ci de la, plutôt en retrait par rapport aux autres per***nes présentes. Légèrement grassouillet mais pas dénué de charme, un bon vivant en somme.

Une chose attira le regard de ma femme, l'immense bosse qui déformait *** pantalon, bandait-il déjà, je l'espérais, ce n'était pas humain ou alors une déformation de la webcam, toujours est-il que c'était impressionnant et visiblement cela plaisait à Christelle.

Lui :
Tu es encore plus affolante qu'hier soir, serais-tu assez gentille pour te lever et te montrer.

Elle sourit et acquiesça, se leva et lentement fit un tour sur elle-même puis se rasseyait.
Lui :
Vraiment magnifique, dommage que je ne sois pas juste à coté de toi.
-Que portes-tu dessous ?
-En haut absolument rien et en bas, une petite culotte sage et des bas
-Montre-moi.
-Hum! je ne sais pas si je devrais
-Mais si ! Et tu ne risque rien de toute façon.
Elle déboutonna un peu *** chemisier et l'ouvrit juste assez pour montrer furtivement un téton, déjà érigé.

-Houa, superbe, tu me montre le deuxième ?
Grisée, elle s'exécuta et lui dévoila les deux à la fois en serrant sa poitrine entre ces mains, les gonflants encore plus.

Je la regardais et je vis sur sa fenêtre qu'il se caressait négligemment

-Tu m'excites, si tu voyais dans quel état je suis.

Et la je fus moi-même surpris de la réponse de Christelle

- Montre-moi !

Pierre se soulève et fait glisser *** pantalon et *** caleçon, aucune illusion d'optique, il est effectivement bien monter ce qui cette fois-ci fait lâcher un « whoua » à ma femme.

Il faut dire, vu que nous nous étions marié jeune et fréquenter auparavant, elle n'avait pas connu beaucoup d'homme.

Tu es plutôt gâté par la nature et il semblerait en effet que je provoque chez toi un certain trouble, il s'ensuivit un gros éclat de rire, nerveux. Il tenait *** membre bien en main et continuait à se caresser.

Tu me montre ce que tu porte dessous ? Je veux dire en bas. Elle n'avait pas reboutonné sa chemise et ces seins pointaient toujours dehors. Elle recula pour qu'il puisse voir le bas, *** visage hors champ, elle me regarda, je fis un signe approbateur et je défis à mon tour mon pantalon, la situation devenait intenable.

Elle fit remonter sa petite jupe, ses bas scintillait, puis elle dévoila le haut de ses cuisses, enfin apparut sa petite culotte, toute en dentelle. Je regardais tour à tour ma femme et la fenêtre de la vidéo, lui était quasiment ********** par ce qu'il voyait et c'était plus que compréhensible. Un détail ne lui échappa pas, ma femme mouilla abondamment si bien que sa petite culotte déjà bien transparente, collait littéralement à sa chatte et dévoilait de manière encore plus obscène ses charmes.

Tout en fixant la webcam elle fit glisser le tissu entre les grandes lèvres. Pierre se masturbait de manière plus pressante.

Elle écarta ensuite sa culotte et lui montra sa chatte, offerte, impudique, il faillit défaillir et moi aussi par la même occasion. Il se masturbait plus rapidement, ma femme resta immobile, exhibant ses chairs les plus intimes, fixant la fenêtre de chat et vis Pierre gicler 3 longs jets de sperme qui vinrent maculer *** ventre grassouillet.

Je te remercie pour cette séance, je n'en espérais pas tant

Tu es vraiment trop bonne, la prochaine fois, j'espère que ça sera sur toi que j'éjaculerais.

Lui :
Alors maintenant que nous nous sommes vus, enfin maintenant que tu vois qui je suis, peut-être aurais-je le privilège de t'inviter à boire un verre ou autres choses...

Elle rit devant ces avances si directes.

Plusieurs semaines s'écoulent sans que ma femme ne se connecte sur MSN, et l'épisode avec Pierre était presque un vieux souvenir.

J'allume le pc et MSN se lance automatiquement, par curiosité, je regarde la liste de contacts et ouvre celui de Pierre, je vois une discussion qui date de quelques jours... tient bizarre il me semblait que Christelle ne c'était pas connectée depuis un moment me dis je.

Surpris par cette découverte je me décide à regarder l'historique, je découvre des phrases pas anodines et vois que la séance qu'avais offerte Christelle à ma demande c'est poursuivi mais sans ma présence, aucun doute sur la nature des échanges.

Une phrase retint mon attention, elle parlait de moi et de *** amour, ce qui me rassura avant de m'achever, en effet, elle aborda la question de la taille du sexe et également de mon endurance qui selon elle la laissait parfois sur sa faim, la nouvelle fût comme un coup de poignard. Évidemment Pierre lui proposait d'essayer « d'autres choses » sous entendu lui....

J'éteignis l'ordinateur, je ne savais que penser, autant l'idée d'un deuxième homme dans nos ébats m'avais toujours séduits et avais alimenté nos joutes ce qui avais pour effet de vraiment l'exciter. L'avais je pousser un peu loin en acceptant qu'elle se dévoile ainsi? Toujours est il que secrètement, elle parlait ouvertement de ces besoins avec un presque inconnu, décidément que de doutes et d'excitations en perspective.


En rentrant, Christelle me tira de mes pensées, souriante, fraîche comme d'habitude, je l'embrassais longuement.

Je la regarde mais sans l'observer, je me remémore ce que je viens de lire, perplexe. La soirée se passe normalement, je me fais violence pour ne pas parler de mes découvertes.

Ce matin je décide de rester à la mai*** travailler, il se trouve que Christelle a pris congé ce jours là également et généralement qui dit jour de congé, dit coiffeur, shopping, etc...

Elle s'habille, jupe plissé au dessus du genoux, un débardeur noir qui moule joliment sa poitrine, des escarpins et des collant couleur chair clair. Sans être provocante, sa tenue est sexy et fera sans doute tourner bien des têtes en ville. Elle est sur le point de partir, on s'embrasse et c'est presque instinctivement que je glisse une main sous sa jupe et apprécie le galbe de ses fesses.

La voir ainsi me trouble, m'excite, elle le voit dans mes yeux et le sent à mes mains fébrile, c'est sans un mots qu'elle s'agenouille, pose *** sac et ses clés puis déboutonne mon jeans, tout en se passant la langue sur ses lèvres, elle extrait ma queue fièrement dressée, enrobant avec sa bouche mon gland, elle imprime des va et vient sur ma tige, serrant juste comme il faut. Enfin, elle fait glisser toute ma queue entre ses lèvres pour la ressortir luisante de sa salive, sa langue parcours mon sexe, ses doigts s'activent autour, à ce rythme, comment résister.

Elle sent ma main qui se crispe derrière sa nuque, signe pour elle que je vais jouir, ses doigts accélèrent, sa bouche suis le rythme, ma verge gonfle et se tend plus encore. Comme une symphonie parfaitement orchestrée, mon premier jet vient maculer sa langue tendu en avant, bouche grande ouverte, les suivants prennent le même chemin, mes doigts crocheté dans ses cheveux, je la regarde récolter les dernières gouttes de mon sperme.

C'est sur un tendre baiser qu'elle me laisse, mes jeans sur les chevilles...

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Shirewood


Martyn Wilcox stared across at the Year Eleven girls playing netball on the outdoor court. Their burgeoning sexuality wasn't entirely lost on him, but as Headteacher they held no real attraction for him. No, he was watching because of the teacher who was taking that class. Susan Davies was twenty-seven years old and had started at Shirewood High School a month ago.

She was about five foot six inches tall. Not stunning to look at, but certainly not plain; depending on his mood he would have described her as either attractive or very attractive. She had shoulder length blonde hair and as you might have expected a trim athletic build (not skinny, but nicely toned). Her breasts were one of her finest features. They were quite prominent given her build -- 36D was his guess. Almost certainly not double D.

One reason why she had got the job was because her husband, Simon, had taught Geography at Shirewood for seven years. It intrigued, and mildly irritated him that she was married to Simon. A competent, but completely characterless, man who, at an age of forty one, was fourteen years her senior and looked and acted like a man of sixty.

Martyn couldn't for the life of him understand what she saw in him. She was an attractive young woman married to a grey middle-aged man.

That was the point - did she still see anything in him? To Martyn Wilcox they looked like yet another stale married couple who were stuck in a rut. Inevitably he found himself wondering what their sex life was like. He couldn't imagine Simon ramming it home and drawing cries of ecstasy from her; frankly he didn't seem to have the balls for it.

If that was the case then it was a great shame if Susan's wonderful body was going to waste. He guessed that some of his male colleagues also took that view. He'd intercepted their shrewd looks and noted that they behaved towards her in a slightly warmer, friendlier way than was necessary.

If she did have an affair with one of the other staff it would be a deep disappointment to him. He was alpha male at this school, the other teachers respected him, feared him even. He took some pride in that. He wasn't bothered about having a friendly relationship with the other staff. He was the man in charge so he had to keep his distance, but he would be prepared to make an exception for Susan.

He thought back to that afternoon nine years ago when his wife Angela had come home unexpectedly and caught him in their bed with Mary. The marriage was broken anyway and divorce came as a relief to them both.

Mary had been a teacher at the nearby junior school. Her dark gypsy looks, and in particular her long curly black hair had bewitched him and in due course he had found that she had a wonderfully furry pussy. The first time with her had been so memorable.

They were parked up in his car on their way back from an education committee meeting. Although she was married he had guessed correctly that she would be receptive to his kisses and caresses. He had tried to slide his hand up her dress, but hadn't been surprised when she stopped him. He had no expectation that she would go all the way on the first occasion, so he'd been quite happy to return his attention to her breasts. Nevertheless he couldn't resist teasing her and saying something about slipping her knickers off. Imagine his surprise then when Mary swore him to secrecy and reclined the car seat.

He could still see it vividly in his mind, like some kind of personal blue movie running in slow motion. Mary pulling up that white dress so that it was round her waist. Then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy peach coloured knickers and peeling them down. A forest of black curls had appeared and then she spread her legs in invitation.

There had been no foreplay. He pulled his trousers down as quickly as possible, climbed on top of her and thrust wildly at her. She was so wet that his prick sank deep into her with that first push. What a feeling that had been -- the warmth and wetness of her lovely tight slit. His prick hardened as he thought of that first frantic fuck and how Mary had cried with pleasure as he gave a final thrust and emptied his balls into her.

Afterwards he had dropped her back home and driven away smiling in the knowledge that she was returning to her husband with his sperm deep inside her.

There had followed two months of illicit sex, culminating in that afternoon when Angela had found them. Fortunately Angela wanted a quick and private divorce and, although doubtless there were rumours, the details had not become public. Soon afterwards Mary had moved to another job and nowadays he never saw her, professionally or otherwise.

In the intervening years there had been a few women in his life, but lately there was no denying it had been a dry spell.

Two weeks later at a parents evening he had taken the opportunity to chat with Susan and see how she was settling in. It confirmed his impression that she was a bright attractive woman who was wasted on Simon. Somewhat to his surprise they got on quite well and the conversation was friendlier than most he had with staff members. He kept running it though in his mind -- perhaps he was reading too much into it, but there did seem to be some sort of connection between them.

In normal circumstances it's likely that nothing further would have happened, but then came one of those coincidences that throws up an unexpected opportunity.

In the space of three days some anomalies arose in the finances for the geography field trip being led by Simon Davies and a complaint was lodged about Susan behaving inappropriately towards a teenage boy.

Martyn would normally have launched a prompt and thorough investigation, but this time he took a special interest and did not delegate any of the investigation, something he might otherwise have done.

Within a few days he had proof that Simon was guilty of nothing more than being pretty incompetent at bookkeeping. There was no evidence to support the allegations against Susan and there were several minor details which didn't exactly prove her innocence, but taken together they clearly indicated that her version of events was true.

Obviously he could have tied it all up relatively quickly, but it was Friday and he decided to leave taking any action until Monday. He had determined on the best course of action, but he felt that a couple of days delay with Simon and Susan worrying about their jobs might be in his interest.

On Monday morning he sent messages that both of them were to report to his office at 4:30pm. The school would be relatively quiet then.

The hours can drag by on a Monday at the best of times, but for all three of the participants it seemed to take a long time before 4:30 arrived, but finally Simon and Susan were sat outside the Head's office. Simon looked nervous and even paler than usual. Susan had reassured him that they had nothing to worry about, but inside she felt much less certain. Every teacher had heard of others whose careers were ruined by false and vindictive accusations.

Susan was called into the Head's office first and sat facing him. She tried to look calm, but felt very nervous. Martyn gave her a cool appraising look.

"I'll come straight to the point. These are serious accusations, but I'm prepared to help you. I can straighten everything out for you and for Simon, but in return I want you to help me."

Susan was surprised. There were various things she thought the Head might say, but this wasn't one of them and she didn't really understand it.

"Sorry, but what sort of help do you need?"

"I want you to come round to my house on Friday evening. You will wear a blouse and skirt, black or red underwear, lace top stockings or hold-ups and high heels. I will undress you and I will make love to you."

Even as he said it he realised that this could be the end of his career, but the words were out of his mouth and he couldn't take them back. They stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, the silence emphasised by the chatter of a magpie on the lawn outside. Finally Susan spoke.

"What about Simon?"

Martyn blinked and had to struggle not to break into a huge grin; it was going to be fine. Simon was scared of his own shadow; taking care of him wasn't a problem.

"What about Simon?" he repeated. "Send Simon in and I'll sort him out."

Susan hesitated, then rose and went out. Simon looked up and without giving anything away she told him it was his turn to go into the office. Simon closed the door carefully and sat down. Martyn leaned forward in his chair.

"I've spoken with Susan and I'm prepared to help you both. I can sort this out for you, but in return you have to bring Susan round to my house on Friday evening."

"Bring her round, but what..."

"She'll have on a blouse and skirt, black or red underwear, stockings or hold-ups and high heels."

Simon was astonished.

"But you mean...she's my wife!"

"Yes she's your wife and I'm going to fuck her. Either that or you're both out of a job. She's not stupid, she's happy to do it, so you'd better get used to the idea."

Simon's shoulders sagged. If Susan had agreed then he didn't see that he had any option but to go along with the plan. His hands twisted nervously in his lap.

"Eight o'clock on Friday. Be prompt and don't worry it will all work out fine. I want you to drive her round and wait for her afterwards."

* * * * *

Seven thirty on Friday. Susan sat in front of the dressing table mirror. She was wearing black knickers embroidered with red roses. She had on a matching semi-transparent bra which only partially hid her prominent nipples and large dark aureole.

Simon watched her putting her lipstick on and felt a stirring in his groin. He didn't think he'd ever seen her looking so lovely. The underwear contrasted beautifully with her fair skin and the black lace top hold-ups clung to her toned thighs.

He felt a surge of resentment. Susan had surprised him by going out straight after school on Wednesday and coming back with the underwear and hold-ups. He couldn't help feeling jealous, even though he knew she was doing this for his sake.

No that wasn't true. He wasn't sure she was doing it for his sake. There was too much care going into her preparations, he couldn't think of a time when she had taken so much trouble for his benefit. Her whole appearance was that of a woman preparing herself for her lover.

He knew he ought to challenge her, but was scared of the truths that might be revealed. He was actually rather in awe of Susan. Six years ago he had been surprised when this attractive young woman had accepted his invitation to dinner and their developing relationship had delighted him.

Some women look at their best as teenagers, but Susan didn't really blossom until she was in her twenties. At school and university she'd been shy and awkward. It was only now that she was finding her true self. And the truth was that, although there was nothing to really complain about, her life was, frankly, a bit boring.

Simon was pleasant but uninspired and in bed he was competent, but unimaginative. She wanted to feel some real passion. At university there had been a couple of fumbling, awkward couplings with randy youths. She knew there had to be to something better than all this. She wanted a man who took her and made her feel desirable, a real woman.

It had come as a surprise that the man who actually stirred her feelings was twice her age. Martyn Wilcox was an intimidating man - just over six foot tall, broad shouldered and not carrying any excess weight. She had looked at him and wondered why some men became more distinguished with age, whilst others shrivel and wither.

At the first staff meeting she had admired his unchallenged authority as he issued instructions. He wouldn't make love to her diffidently like Simon did, forever asking if it was OK and was he doing it right. He would take her, possess her, fuck her senseless. Well that was what she hoped and tonight she would find out.

She stood up and reached a blouse down from its hanger. She slipped it on and fastened the buttons. It was slightly see-through and a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that her black bra showed through it. Normally she would have condemned that as a bit sluttish, but tonight it didn't matter.

Next she pulled on a black skirt which went to just above her knees and then slipped on her black high heeled shoes. She checked the effect in the mirror and liked what she saw. It wasn't vanity or arrogance that made her realise she was in her prime; it was just obvious that this was the best she had ever looked.

Martyn Wilcox watched her getting out of the car and did a quick double take. This wasn't Susan Davies the attractive, but everyday schoolteacher he was used to seeing. This was a more polished, alluring and infinitely more beautiful woman. He hurried to the door and showed them in.

Anyone watching would have assumed he was greeting friends who were round for a *****, but Martyn felt a spine-tingling sensation knowing that this attractive young woman would soon be spreading her legs for him.

"Go through into the lounge," he gestured with his hand. They went through into a standard suburban living room -- three-piece suite, TV, a bookcase. Through the window the evening gloom almost hid a lawn which sloped down to a fence with farmland beyond.

"Sit down, please. Would you like a ******"

"Red wine would be nice," said Susan.

"A soft ***** for me," said Simon. "I'm driving."

They sat in silence while Martyn busied himself in the kitchen. He soon returned and passed the glasses to them.

"We'll get straight on to the reason why you're here. Susan what you're wearing is perfect -- you look very attractive. Are those stockings or hold-ups?"

"Hold-ups."

"Excellent. And what colour are your knickers?"

"Black with some red."

"Please show me," Martyn said, completely ignoring Simon when he spoke.

Susan blushed slightly, then stood up. She raised the hem of her skirt so that first the lace tops to her hold-ups were displayed, then her black knickers. Martyn nodded his approval. The red roses complemented the black colour perfectly, but best of all the lacy front panel gave him a tantalising glimpse of her blonde pubic hairs.

"Perfect. Take your wine and head upstairs. You'll see that a bedroom door is open."

Once Susan had left the room he turned to Simon.

"Wait here. I don't know how long we'll be. You can watch the television if you want -- the remote control is on the coffee table."

Having dealt with Simon he left the room and headed upstairs. When he entered the bedroom Susan was stood by the window. The curtains were drawn and the room was illuminated by a shaded lamp in one corner.

Martyn admired her afresh. She was half his age, good looking and fate had made her available. Realistically he knew that this would probably be the last time he would experience the pleasure of a young woman's body; unless of course he was prepared to pay for it, and that didn't appeal. No, he was going to make the most of this opportunity.

"Take your skirt off," he said.

Susan made only the briefest of hesitations, and then fumbled with the zip. To her annoyance her fingers were trembling slightly, but she soon removed the skirt and threw it to one side.

"Go on the bed," said Martyn and she slipped her shoes off and climbed on the bed.

"Part your legs. And stroke your thighs."

Susan spread her legs and used both hands to stroke her inner thighs.

"Higher."

Both hands moved up and continued with a circular stroking motion, the upper limits of which touched her knickers.

"Higher."

Susan hesitated, then closed her eyes and slid her right hand upwards and cupped her pussy through her knickers. Her fingers rubbed gently against her knickers, the dampness of the fabric a confirmation of the flow of juices to her love hole.

Masturbation had always been a secret pleasure for her and almost forgetting that Martyn was there she slipped one hand inside her knickers and touched her pussy. She was very wet and more aroused than she had been for a long time.

Martyn watched entranced. It was as though he had blown a thick layer of dust off an old painting and been confronted with a masterpiece. He had secretly been prepared for tonight to be a failure or simply functional sex with a woman who disliked him and was doing it against her will. But he was unprepared for this -- the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She was playing with her clitoris and sliding one finger in and out of her pussy.

"Take your knickers off," he urged her, wanting to have an uninterrupted view of what was happening. Susan duly slid her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, lifted her bottom off the bed, pulled her knickers down and tossed them to one side.

Her hands went back to her pussy and Martyn saw the glisten of love juices and heard the sounds of a well-lubricated slit. This wasn't what how he had planned it. He had imagined a slower build-up to allow him to savour the moment, but that was no good, he realised he had to have her.

Hurriedly he unfastened his shirt, pulled his shoes and socks off, rapidly followed by his trousers and pants. Naked and with his cock swinging obscenely in front of him he climbed on the bed. Susan moved her hands and in one movement he fell between her legs and thrust his cock into her.

Her cunt lips parted easily and Susan cried out as the full length of his hot, hard cock plunged deep inside her. She cried out as he thrust again and again and then suddenly she felt his cock stiffen and swell and there was a massive eruption as his cock jerked inside her and he flooded her with his sperm.

He clung motionless to her and for the first time Susan thought of her husband in the room directly beneath them.

Simon could indeed hear everything. He couldn't tell what Martyn was saying, but he could easily tell it was him speaking and not Susan. Then there was a short spell where he couldn't really hear anything, until he was rocked back in his chair by an unmistakeable cry from Susan as she was penetrated. Next there was a furious burst of sound as the bed rocked angrily on the floor and then a crescendo of orgasmic noises.

Simon had a vivid mental picture of Susan laid wantonly, her eyes shut and her mouth open in a perfect O as Martyn Wilcox came inside her. ************* his hand reached down and touched the prominent bulge in his trousers. His wife had just been fucked by another man and he had listened and been excited by the sounds.

Meanwhile Susan felt Martyn's cock gradually shrinking until it slipped out of her. Then there was that familiar sensation as sperm ran out between her legs.

"I need a tissue."

Martyn rose, pulled a tissue from a box and passed it to her. He let her tidy herself up, but had no intention of stopping after one quick fuck. It might take him a short while to recover, but he had no doubt that given only a modest amount of encouragement he would get hard again. And second time around he would enjoy her body properly.

Susan looked around for a bin to place the tissue in, but Martyn took it from her and threw it to one side. She still had her blouse on and he was impatient to get his first look at those lovely breasts.

He pulled her back onto the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. Her black bra was duly revealed and he pushed a strap off one shoulder. That enabled him to ease one breast out of its lacy cup. Inevitably his head went down and he began to lick and suck her nipple. He felt a pleasurable stiffening in his groin and pleased at his quick recovery he guided Susan's hand down.

Her fingers grasped his slightly sticky cock and as she gently wanked him he became harder. He wasn't fully erect but already he was bigger than Simon. She'd thought that Simon had at best a very average sized cock, but Martyn was large and proud. She knew she could take him and he wasn't so large that he caused discomfort, but he did stretch her.

Martyn pushed her head downwards and she took the hint and slid down the bed. She licked the tip of his cock, and then paused to remove a hair. Once that was gone she returned to her task. At first she only took the head of his cock into her mouth, but then she tried to take it all, which she found difficult.

Looking down the bed Martyn loved the sight of her blonde hair bobbing up and down between his legs. He would have happily come in her mouth, but being inside her would be even better.

"Enough," he said. "Climb on top."

He laid back on the bed and Susan positioned herself above him. She took hold of his cock and placed it against her love hole. Then slowly and carefully she lowered herself onto him. The mixture of her juices and his remaining cum provided ample lubrication and soon their pubic hairs were meshed together.

Martyn pushed her blouse off, then unfastened her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts spilled free and he reached up and revelled in the soft, firm weight. His hands fell away and Susan leaned forward and dangled her tits in front of his face. He lunged forward and latched onto one of them, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards, so that each movement brought a sharp gasp from her.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"What do you like?"

"I like having you inside me."

Martyn thrust harder drawing a loud gasp.

"Say it again, but be more explicit."

Susan stared at him. Talking dirty had never been on the menu with Simon, but now she dared to say it.

"I like having your cock inside me."

"Good. Where do you like having it?"

Susan hesitated. She had never used the C word and she couldn't bring herself to use it now.

"Inside me. Inside me," she babbled.

Martyn's hand slapped down on her backside, making her yelp and jump.

"No good," he growled. Susan's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Again there was the crack of flesh on flesh. Susan yelped.

"I like having your cock in my cunt."

"Louder," he demanded, slapping her backside once more.

"I like having your cock in my cunt!" she yelled. Excited by the language she was using and the cock she was riding Susan began to shake as an orgasm racked through her. Martyn thrust even harder.

"Come. Go on, come. Make a noise," he urged her.

Susan bucked and shrieked as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt swept through her body. It was as though every sensation was centred on the prick that was fucking her cunt. She yelled and screamed as she came. Downstairs Simon groaned and fired a jet of hot sperm across the carpet.

Susan collapsed against Martyn and gently he eased her to one side. He turned her onto her side and slotted into place behind her. His cock was pointed at her cunt and he positioned it against her wet entrance. Susan sighed as with one slow, smooth thrust he pushed back inside her. He reached round and caressed her breasts feeling her nipples responding to his touch.

Martyn eased their position slightly so that he could reach round and suck on her nipple. All the time his cock moved between her legs.

"Turn over," he told her. "I want to take you from behind."

Susan went on her hands and knees and Martyn knelt behind her.

"Go down on your elbows."

Susan duly obliged and Martyn drank in a scene of erotic perfection. The rounded curves of her firm backside drew his eye to the cleft between her legs. Her cunt lips were gaping and glistened with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Her sparse blonde pubes were matted and damp with their lovemaking.

Again his prick slid into her. Again Susan cried out. He loved the depth of penetration with this position, the feeling that he was drilling into her core. He built up a steady rhythm, fucking her with long, deep strokes.

Susan began to breathe very heavily. Martyn thrust harder making her gasp and push back against him. At the same time she was grinding her hips against him. Her breathing became more laboured, her gasps louder.

"Do you like that?" Martyn asked.

"Yes, yes. I like your big cock fucking me from behind."

Martyn realised that he was going to come soon, so he reached between Susan's legs and found her clit. As soon as he started to rub that her movements became more excited and feverish. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and soon a massive shudder ran through Susan's body, she arched her back and cried out.

That was enough to take him over the top and Martyn gave a final extra deep thrust and groaned as a sensation so exquisite that he didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain overtook him.

Susan felt his prick jerk and jerk inside her and the warm wet feeling as he emptied his balls deep inside her cunt. They collapsed on the bed and lay unmoving, both of them letting their senses recover. Finally Susan spoke.

"I'd better go to Simon."

She dressed quickly and Martyn slipped his clothes back on. As she was about to leave the bedroom he grabbed her arm.

"Wait. I want a reminder of how special that was."

He knelt at her feet and reached up her skirt and removed her knickers. Smiling he placed them in his pocket.

"There, now you can go back to your husband."

Feeling exposed and half-naked Susan headed downstairs to the waiting Simon. At the front door Martyn thanked them for coming round as though it had been some sort of routine social visit.

He watched them get in the car and drive away. The journey passed in silence, but as soon as they entered their house Simon turned to Susan.

"Are you alright?"

In reply she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor. She walked over to the kitchen table and bent over with her elbows resting on it and then parted her legs in invitation.

"Now it's your turn."

Simon was stunned. She hadn't been wearing any knickers and now she was brazenly offering herself to him. The high heels and lace top hold-ups emphasised the perfect shape of her legs. Her trim backside jutted out at a provocative angle as she presented her love hole to him. Her pubic hairs glistened with love juice and her cunt lips were gaping from the fucking she had just received.

Simon unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. He wished he had the strength to say no and tell her how much he disapproved of her shameless behaviour, but he couldn't. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter - he had to fuck her.