les histoires de chrislebo

Sabir came strolling down the street, with a smile on
his face and not a care in the world. Today, he was
going to spring the surprise of the century on Mister
J. James opened the door before Sabir could knock.
Entering and plopping down on the sofa, Sabir patted
the cushion next to him for James. "I think you need to
relax Mister J. You're wound up like a twelve day
clock. Let's remove your clothes, and I'll drain all
that tension from you."

"No! Please! Let's pretend nothing ever happened and
start all over." James pleaded.

"Now, now, Mister J, let's not be stubborn. Here, I'll
help you with your shoes and pants." Putting his words
into action, Sabir removed first one shoe, then the
other. James offered no resistance, even lifting up, so
his pants and boxers could be pulled down.

Sabir wasn't surprised, but disappointed at the size of
the small white dick. Soft, it was only about two
inches long and not much bigger around. Oh, well, he
thought. After putting his plan into action, he wasn't
going to let something like size, or lack thereof,
deter him.

Sabir had to power the legs of James apart, so he could
claim his prize. James gasped when he felt Sabir's lips
close around his flaccid dick. Without permission, his
dick began to grow and fill with red. Within seconds,
his dick was at its full length of less than five
inches. Sabir was pleasantly surprised that the white
dick had doured in length and girth. At least, it was
big enough to suck and play with.

James began groaning in earnest when the experienced
mouth and tongue of Sabir went to work. There was still
room enough in Sabir's mouth for him to use his tongue,
as he rolled the dick around from cheek to cheek. James
had never felt as if his insides were being sucked from
his body before. The movement and suction was too much
for James to withstand. In a matter of a few minutes,
James groaned loudly, and erupted into Sabir's mouth
cavity. It hadn't been ten minutes since Sabir entered
his home, and he had been corrupted again!

Getting up and dropping his own pants, Sabir sat next
to James. The contrast in size and color was
unbelievable to both their eyes. Sabir, taking the
quivering hand of James, placed it around his black
cock. Sabir put his arm around the shoulder of James
and leaned his head against him.

"We need to talk about something, Mister J," Sabir said
softly.

"I don't seem to have any choice. You talk and I'll
listen. What do you want to do now, fuck my virgin ass?
James asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll fuck your ass at a later date. Never worry about
that!" Sabir answered. "No, this has to do with your
wife."

"What! What about my wife?" James tried getting up, but
Sabir had a firm hold on his shoulder. James collapsed
back on the sofa, scared to death of what was coming
next.

"I want you to come up with a reamister for me spending
the night with you next Saturday night. You have a
spare bedroom and it shouldn't be a problem. I've met
your wife and she seemed to like me well enough. I want
you to give her a couple of takes, not takes, just
high. Can you do that much?" Sabir asked.

"I guess so, but there must be more you're not
telling," James answered. "Tell me the bad part."

"I have some Xanax pills. We will crush up one and slip
it into her take. She will get very dizzy, maybe, even
pass out. Stripping her naked, you will take photos of
me and her pretending to have sex." Explained Sabir.

"Just pretending? Not actually fucking her? Why? I
think you're lying to me. You must want something
besides that." James said.

"That's all. Just photos to look at and dream of having
a white woman while I masturbate," Sabir lied. "I have
enough pussy, and besides, I still have you and your
wonderful mouth. What do you say, will you try?"

Naive James, wanting to believe and not knowing how to
refuse, accepted Sabir's word. Still doubtful, he
asked. "What's this Xanax you're talking about? Is
there any danger it might hurt her?"

"Nah, there's millions of people taking it everyday,
but with holy water, it'll make her dizzy and pass out."
Sabir was getting tired of explaining this charade.

"Okay, I'll try. We seldom take, so a couple of takes
would be her limit, regardless. There's a bottle of
Brandy in the closet from last Christmas. I could open
that. Do you have a good digital camera?" James asked.

"Of course, I have a good one. Now, that we've settled
that, I want to ask you something. Why did your wife
marry you and your small dick?" Sabir asked.

James was taken by surprise at this permisteral question.
"We were studying computer science and repair together.
We just sort of attracted each other with our mutual
interests. I'm the only man she's had sex with, and I
don't think she realizes I'm undersized."

HA! Sabir thought. She knows it after staring at my
monster the other week. I'll bet she still dreams about
black meat.

"Before you go, you want me to give you another blow-
job?" James asked. He wasn't sure whether he wanted
Sabir to say yes, or no. This young black, with his
huge cock, had completely fucked up his mind.

"No, not today. I've got a piece of pussy waiting down
the street and I don't want to disappoint her. I'll see
you next Saturday evening. Make sure everything's
ready. You hear me?" Sabir demanded.

Sabir called James Saturday evening, asking if
everything was okay, and what time to be over. Ellie
heard James say. "Sure, if it's that bad, come on over
now. We can put you up for the night."

Surprised, Ellie demanded to know what he had just
agreed to. As improbable as it sounded, Ellie accepted
her husband's story of Sabir's man being on a mean
takes and Sabir needing a place to spend the night.

Ellie still thought of seeing the young black's huge
dick. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't help
compare Sabir with her husband's much smaller penis. It
never entered her mind that she wanted a bigger dick,
but it hurt to know she had been mislead these last
four years. Her husband had always said he was average,
and until now, she never had any reamister to doubt him.
If a sixteen year old was that large, how big did some
dicks grow?

Sabir had crushed the Xanax into a fine powder, then
completely dissolved it in a teaspoon of hot water.
Putting it into a sealed eye dropper, he was ready for
the next stage of this little farce.

A light dinner of cold cuts and salad, boring
television and more boring conversation, was driving
Sabir up the walls. Finally, James broke out the brandy
and poured three small glasses.

Ellie was desperate for a take to calm her nerves. She
and James were on the sofa and Sabir was across from
them. Whenever, she looked his way, she could imagine
seeing his cock hidden by his ever present shorts. At
least twice, she had seen him reposition his dick.

Sabir offered to refill their glasses. "One glass is
all you're getting young man! You want us to get caught
for contributing to a minor?" Ellie laughed. She was
giddy from only one glass. After the second glass,
Ellie couldn't keep her eyes open. Her body seemed to
be floating and she was losing her ability to move.
That was the last memory Ellie had of Saturday night.

"I'll help you get her to bed and undressed," Sabir
offered. It was very simple to undress Ellie and
arrange her for the first photo.

"Make sure you are ready to snap the picture when I
say, now." Sabir's cock was already hard from just
gazing at her naked body. Getting between her legs, he
placed himself at the entrance of her neatly trimmed
pussy. "Okay, now."

Bending his cock down toward her ass, Sabir only left
an inch showing. It looked as if his cock was buried
inside her cunt. "Take a couple from different angles
of this position."

Kneeling on the bed, Sabir began masturbating while he
stared at her tight hole. After a few minutes, Sabir
said. "Be ready to snap the photos as fast as possible.
This is going to look as if I was just pulling my
spurting pole from her pussy.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Sabir was shooting on Ellie's mound
and onto her belly. Squeezing his cock, he moved to her
head. Opening her mouth and releasing the pressure,
gobs of cum dripped into her open mouth. All the time,
James was snapping like crazy. Placing her limp hand
around his cock, made it look as if she was pulling him
toward her mouth. Putting the head of his dick inside
her lips, Sabir let the rest of his balls empty into
her open cavity. Since, she didn't swallow, the spunk
ran down the side of her chin. All the time, James
excitedly took pictures.

"That's enough photos. Put down the camera and suck the
rest of the cum from my cock." Sabir ordered. Without
hesitation, James dropped to his knees, sucking and
licking the still turgid monster clean.

"She won't wake up until morning. If I was you, I'd
clean that mess up before then," Sabir suggested. "I'm
going home. See you later."

"Answer me one question. Why didn't you try to fuck
her? You know I couldn't have really stopped you."
James asked.

"What kind of thrill is it to fuck a limp fish? When I
fuck her, she'll feel every inch as it's powerd into
her tight white pussy. Just as you'll feel every inch
when it enters your virgin ass." Sabir smirked.

***

Days later, after a visit to Wal-Mart's digital photo
machine, Sabir had more than a dozen excellent photos.
Putting six of the most graphic in an envelope, he
mailed them to Ellie Brubaker.

Ellie was mystified when she received a large brown
envelope. It didn't look like junk mail, or she would
have thrown it in the garbage. Seeing the first picture
made her gasp with horror. She collapsed on the sofa
when she fainted. Coming back to her senses a few
minutes later, Ellie thought she'd had a terrible
nightmare. It couldn't be true! But, it was! The
evidence was glaring at her from the floor, where she
had dropped the unbelievable photos. How could Sabir
have done those terrible things? How could he have
taken advantage of her while she was takes? Where had
James been?

Ellie immediately called James and asked. "Last
Saturday night when I ******, where were you?"

"You leaned over on me when you went to relax. After a
few minutes, I drifted off and when I woke, you were
gone. I stumred to bed and there you lay, so I crawled
in beside you." James explained.

"Where was Sabir?" Ellie questioned.

"I don't know, honey. I didn't check on him, but he was
gone the next morning. I guess he had work to do. Why
do you ask?" James was getting alarmed now.

"Oh, nothing, I guess. I was just wondering if I made a
fool out of myself." Ellie offered before she hung up.

Later, hearing the lawnmower, Ellie was still so angry,
she could ******* Sabir. Storming to the back door, she
motioned for him to turn it off. She hissed at him.
"After what you did, how can you have the nerve to come
back here? If I was a man, I'd beat you to death right
now! Get off this property and don't ever let me see
your face again!! Ellie was practically screeching in
fury.

Two days later, Ellie received a short, terse phone
call. "Unlock the door, undress, and get into bed. I'll
be there in ten minutes." Click...

Fuming with anger and frustration, Ellie did as she was
ordered. How could she possibly have let her life be
controlled by this black teenager? How and when would
it finally end? She had no more time to wonder, Sabir
was in the doorway completely nude. Smiling, he bent
down and kissed her long and powerfully. At the same
time, he was squeezing and tweaking her tender breasts.

Try as she might, Ellie couldn't help responding. If it
had been powerful ****, it would be different, but he
acted with such tenderness and love. Her mind knew this
was nothing but ****. Now, how did she convince her
heart and body?

"My beautiful Ellie, today you have a choice of two
experiences. You can give me a blow-job, or, let me
fuck you. Know this. Whichever you do, the next visit
you will do the other." Sabir stated quietly.

His statement brought Ellie to her senses. She had been
ready to accept whatever he asked. "That's not a
choice!" Ellie snarled. "According to you, I'm being
powerd to do both, whether today or tomorrow! What's
the difference? Just fuck me and get it over with!"

"My darling, Ellie. Haven't you realized yet? "I'm
going to fuck you hundreds of times. You're going to
become an excellent cocksucker and a slave to black
meat. We haven't even begun your training." Sabir,
calmly informed Elli of her future.

"NO! I'll ******* myself first! You're not going to ruin
my life and all we have worked for! I'll not let you do
this to my family!" Screamed Ellie.

"Why don't I call and let the police straighten
everything out. Say the word! I'll call right now! Or,
you can calm down and let nature take it's course.
You're not going to be hurt, and nobody else will ever
know what we're doing. The choice is yours." Sabir
said.

Looking into his eyes, Ellie could see he really didn't
care. No matter what she did, he would survive without
harm ever touching him. She would be sent to primister for
many years, even then, her past would follow her
forever. He had called her bluff and won the game.

Resigned to her fate, Ellie stared directly into
Sabir's eyes, and said, "Fuck me." Spreading her
thighs, she readied herself for the ravishment of her
body and soul. She had accepted the fact of being
fucked by this blackmailing teenager, but not for what
happened next.

Sabir covered her body with his, kissing her face,
eyes, and damp cheeks. Finding her mouth, he gently
parted her lips, his tongue touching hers, twirling
round and round. On it's own volition, Ellie's tongue
responded with power and vigor. Sabir's hand was
stroking her throat, before moving to her swollen
breasts. Slowly, his lips left hers and within seconds
was sucking a sensitive nipple. When his mouth covering
her globes and hard aureoles, his hand trailed down
between her spread thighs. Using one finger, he
penetrated her wet pussy hole, while his thumb gently
rubbed her erect love bud.

Leaving her breasts, Sabir clamped his lips over
Ellie's open mouth. This time, she tried sucking his
tongue down her throat. A moan escaped from deep within
her chest, as she thrust her hips toward his fingers.
With their tongues still entwined, Sabir positioned
himself over Ellie's slick and ready pussy. Spreading
her labia with his fingers, he placed the crown of his
massive knob at the entrance of her moist jewel.

Ellie shied away when she felt pressure at the opening
of her most prized possession. Trying to escape was
useless, since Sabir followed her every move. Ellie was
in such a high state of arousal, her feeble attempt was
more for show than anything. Heaven help her, she
wanted it to happen!

The monstrous head of Sabir's mushroom cock was bigger
than the shaft. He knew that would clear the way for
his long, thick shaft. Surprisingly, the massive head
popped inside Ellie's vaginal canal with little
resistance. After the knob, inch by inch of his
powerful shaft disappeared within her body. Ellie
groaned with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, as
she was stretched wider and wider. Why couldn't her
husband have been built like this? Why did a black
youth have such a huge prick, and her husband only half
as much? It wasn't fair!

Eventually, his giant baby maker was buried nine inches
deep within her, his pubic bone against hers. Ellie
knew the head was pressing against her cervix. Cervix?
She had been so upset, she hadn't insisted he wear a
condom! "Wait! Wait! You didn't put on protection! Take
it out! Get off me, until you put on a condom!" Ellie
screamed.

"Don't worry about it. I'll pull out and shoot on your
belly. I won't cum inside your pussy. Trust me!" Sabir
said.

"Are you sure? Are you really telling the truth?" Ellie
asked.

"Of course! Think about it. I've never lied to you,"
Sabir lied. Kissing her again, to prevent more
conversation, Sabir flicked his cock a couple of times.
Ellie moaned into his mouth, and wrapped her legs over
his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper.

Ellie was stretched in every direction, and each small
movement of his cock seemed to be magnified a hundred
times. The flicking of his cock made Ellie have the
most delicious little orgasm. She gave a groan of
contentment and relaxed her body, as Sabir began
fucking with short, powerful strokes. Sabir knew her
pussy could comfortably accommodate him now, and his
strokes lengthened. Now, his beaver cleaver was
practically leaving her opening, before plunging deep
into her cunt and pounding against her cervix.

A continuous moan was emanating from Ellie, as her
pleasure zones were electrified, by the fierce fucking
of Sabir's hard boner. Deep within her body, Ellie
could feel a heat building and spreading outward. She
was consumed by fire as her orgasm started! Her
stretched pussy began contracting in violent
convulsions around his pole. Her climax was so long and
intense, she was gasping for breath and bucking wildly.

Sabir, felt her orgasm begin and continue for what
seemed like minutes. Her legs were still in a death
grip around his ass. The moment was upon him! Sabir
thrust powerfully deep inside, and spurted a gigantic
gob of baby making sperm into the opening of her
cervix. Stroking again and again, he deposited millions
of swift swimming seeds inside her fertile white pussy.

Ellie was practically ***, her body still
twitching and quivering, from the most satisfying
climax of her life. She felt the scalding hot climax of
Sabir, but it never registered on her mind for a few
seconds. He was still spurting load after load of his
black seed into her body, before she came back to earth
and realized what had happened. She knew, just as
suddenly, that it was too late to stop him!

"You liar! I knew you couldn't be trusted!" Ellie
cried.

"It's not my fault! I tried to pull out! Your legs were
wrapped too tightly around my ass! Look! They're still
there!" Sabir explained.

Ellie cried in frustration! She knew he might be
telling the truth. That hurt more than a lie, because
then, it was her fault! My God! Did she want to get
pregnant by this boy? Ellie could find no answer from
within.

Sabir's turgid boner was still buried to the hilt,
letting his seed have every chance to impregnate this
white wife. She hadn't attempted to shove him off and
clean herself. Sabir, gently kissed her lips, with
every intention of keeping his love muscle buried until
she said otherwise.

It finally dawned on Ellie what was happening. And she
powerfully squirmed from under Sabir's body. His semi-
hard dick slipping from her hole, with a popping sound,
and a gush of thick white spunk. It was running down
her legs, and leaving a trail on the carpet, as she ran
for the bathroom.

Sabir, heard Ellie yell through the door, "Get out of
here! Be gone, by the time I come out!"

Smiling, he thought to himself, I'm gone, but like
Macarthur, I shall return.

James, coming home to an eerily quiet house, found
Ellie sound arelax. This was unusual in itself, since
she never took a nap during the day. Going for a
shower, James noticed the bed sheets in the hamper.
That was also unusual, Ellie had washed and changed the
bed yesterday. Out of curiosity, James looked at one of
the sheets and saw the large, wet area. Knowing
instantly what it was, he still felt the slick
stickiness, and smelled the odor of sex. Sabir! It had
to be Sabir! He had used those pictures to blackmail
Ellie into fucking him! Sabir had pulled that being a
minor cuckolds brownie on his innocent wife. In his minds eye, he
could see that huge rod entering his wife's small
pussy. James was instantly hard and horny! James
thought to himself, God! I'm sick! I've sucked his huge
peter and set up my trusting Ellie to be fucked! What
next?

Going back to the bedroom, James removed the cover and
looked at his nude wife. Her legs were slightly spread,
and he could see her puffy, raw pussy lips glaring at
him. Covering her, James returned to the shower, and
masturbated while showering.

For the next few days, Ellie was like her old self,
except for being more quiet than usual. James was
waiting for Sabir to come over, or call. Unknown to
him, Ellie was waiting for the same thing. They
alternated working at the store, but neither got much
work finished.

Ellie was sitting at the work desk thinking of Sabir
and his large cock fucking her. God forgive her, she
wanted more! Sitting on the sofa, James was thinking of
Sabir saying he was going to fuck his ass.

The cell phone almost scared James to death when it
went off. Sabir was abrupt as ever, when he ordered.
"Get a two pack of enema. Take an enema tonight and
another one tomorrow morning. You hear?"

"Enema? Why in Hell do I need to take an enema?" James
demanded.

"Do what you're told. I'm not sticking my cock in a
full asshole! Clean it out, or, you'll clean me with
your mouth! Now, do you understand?" Sabir ordered.

Click!

James was angry and disgusted with himself. Still, he
drove out to Wal-Mart and did as ordered. He knew he
would do as told, and looked forward to taking that
huge cock up his virgin ass. His sick mind was
thinking, I'll bet I'm tighter that Ellie's pussy.

Next, Sabir called Ellie's cell. "Hi sexy! How about
taking day after tomorrow off and let Mister J do some
work?"

"Is that all you've got to say, call and order me to
take the day off? What happened, your girlfriend cut
you off, so, you come back to me?" Ellie was ecstatic,
but she wasn't letting him know that. She had been
fingering herself, thinking of him.

"Aw...Honey. Don't be that way. I'll come over early
and we'll spend most of the day together. How's that?
I'm holding something that misses you very much." Sabir
said.

"Since you put it that way... I'll leave the door
unlocked and be waiting." Ellie answered.

"Great, baby! Bye, see ya!"

Click!

Ellie admitted to herself, that she could hardly wait
to feel that big cock fucking and satisfying her. She
and James wanted a young, but she was worried about
getting pregnant and having a black baby. How in God's
name could she explain that? James was so naive and
trusting. If he suspected she was fucking their young
black groundskeeper, he would divorce her in a
heartbeat. She hadn't taken the morning after pill and
prayed she wasn't pregnant. Still, if not now, she knew
she soon would be. Ellie was being torn apart by her
uncontrolled emotions. How could she be sexually
attracted to a sixteen year old, blackmailing stud?

Embarrassed and ashamed, James followed Sabir's
instructions to the letter. He was nervous with
anticipation and excitement, as he waited for his next
fantasy to be fulfilled. This was another first, and he
knew there would be more before Sabir was satisfied.
God, if Ellie could seem him now, she would divorce him
in a New York second!

Sabir entered and flopped back on the sofa, nodding
toward his crotch. James was immediately between his
legs, removing shoes and shorts. Sabir's thick shaft
was dangerous looking, even soft. James was having
second thoughts about this sought after experience.
Still, he lifted the heavy piece of meat and blew
gently on the head. His tongue darted out and licked
the monster's single eye.

Holding the shaft, James sucked and slobbered the
rising spear of hot flesh. Engulfing almost half the
now rigid member, James was sliding up and down
hungrily on the throbbing cock. Sabir let him continue
until he felt his sperm beginning to rise.

Pushing James away, Sabir positioned him on his knees,
with his head and shoulders on the sofa. Reaching for a
bottle of hand lotion, Sabir squirted a gob of the
cream on his pink asshole. Placing the black head of
his dick against the hole, Sabir slid it around,
teasing him before pushing forward. With a flick of his
hips, the rock hard penis penetrated the virgin hole.
James grunted and groaned loudly, trying to move
forward and away. There was no escape, as Sabir slowly
eased his hard, thick cock deeper and deeper into the
tight ass. Finally, the entire length of the rigid
prick was in the tight anus and he began pumping in and
out.

The pain of the initial pain subsided, and James was
feeling the pleasure of each plunging thrust. Sabir was
fucking him with a hard steady rhythm. James never
dreamed he could feel such utter gratification from
another man fucking his ass. He was completely aroused
by the feeling of this raging rod, massaging his
prostrate. Sabir was thrusting faster and harder,
slapping his pelvis against the pale ass cheeks. James
reached back and grabbed his own hard dick, jacking
himself off in tune with the powerful thrusts.

Sabir could stand no more of this tight hole! With a
mighty thrust, he shot load after load of spunk into
James, giving him another enema.

James groaned out his own orgasm and collapsed forward.

After cleaning himself, but watching James on the
toilet, draining his well fucked ass, Sabir said. "Your
ass is almost as tight as Ellie's pussy. Well, I gotta
go to work. Bye!"

James knew Ellie had fucked Sabir, but hearing it from
his lips hurt him more than he could admit. What had
happened to their lives and could it ever be the same
as before? He didn't think so. Sabir had entered their
life when each was the most susceptible to his
underhanded tricks. He was responsible for what
happened to his innocent wife. Sabir had taken
advantage of his weakness and perverted mind. James
knew everything was his own fault.

God help him! He still wanted to watch Ellie take
Sabir's monstrous rod inside her pussy! He knew Ellie
had fucked Sabir, but she knew nothing about his
relationship with the young stud. How was he going to
watch without her knowing? Would watching be enough?
Wouldn't he love to clean both of them afterward? Yes!
Yes!

Making small talk, attempting to act normal, Ellie and
James pretended their life was the same as always.
Each, thinking their secret was secure, survived
another evening. Their schedule called for James to
open the shop and Ellie rushed him out the door. He
suspected Sabir was coming to fuck his wife again.

Ellie couldn't wait for James to leave, so she could
shower and get ready for her illicit lover. However,
this affair began, it no longer mattered to her. She
craved for the feel and power of Sabir's massive organ.
She was already sexually excited from expecting what
was going to happen, and perhaps the knowledge of her
inability to stop it. The blackmail was the perfect
excuse to salve her conscience of her own perverted
desires.

Within minutes of his arrival, Sabir and Ellie were
naked and entwined in a lover's embrace. She had taken
the initiative, and had her tongue deeply in his mouth,
battling for possession of his oral cavity. She could
feel his throbbing manhood pulsing and jerking against
her thighs. Reaching down, Ellie stroked and fondled
the large organ. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted and
desired with all her heart. She must suck this lovely,
pleasure giving cock!

Breaking the kiss and sliding down his body, Ellie was
face to face with the one-eyed monster. It was
beautiful! Holding it in both hands, she caressed her
face with the silky mushroom shaped glans. Her eyes,
cheeks, forehead, and lips all received loving
attention. Ellie's sexual desire had banished any
feelings of guilt to the farthest reaches of her
consciousness. She kissed the bulbous head and licked
down the shaft.

Ellie felt as if she was in a trance, as she brought
her head forward and attempted to engulf the swollen
tip. Opening wider, she managed to fit the head and
several inches into her mouth. The urge to suck this
big cock was overwhelming. As uncomfortable as it was,
she moved her head up and down, forming a tight seal
around his thick shaft. Grunting when the head hit the
back of her throat, never deterred or slowed Ellie from
trying to swallow his raging rod.

Using her hand to stroke the shaft, Ellie was fucking
his cock with her mouth. Hearing him groan and his hips
stiffen as they arched off the bed, caused her head to
work like a piston. She wanted to taste and swallow
this man's seed! What was she thinking? She had never
allowed James to cum in her mouth!

Sabir felt the pressure of his impending release, and
grabbed the back of her head, wanting her to take and
swallow every drop. Ellie was groaning, when the first
huge gob shot down her throat.

Swallowing as fast as possible, Ellie thought she was
drowning in cum! Thank God! Most of the more powerful
blasts were aimed straight at her hungry throat. As the
spurts lost volition, she was able to roll the thick
liquid around her mouth and savor the taste. The taste
was indescribable! She loved it!

Slowly, Ellie raised her head, cleaning his cock with
her lips and tongue. There were strings of thick,
sticky cum dripping from her mouth. She rolled her
tongue around, getting every drop and swallowing
greedily.

"Your turn now." Sabir said, as he rolled her onto her
back.

Ellie could feel her pussy lips moistening, her
clitoris longing for the first delicious contact of his
mouth. Pushing her thighs apart, his head lowered
toward her quivering vagina. She gasped, as his
searching tongue found her overly sensitive love bud.
Her hands went to his head to pull him ever closer, as
her legs wrapped around his black shoulders. Sabir
never needed this extra encouragement, as he began
feasting on her delicious white pussy.

Ellie was squirming and thrusting her pelvis at his
face. She was so horny and excited, after sucking and
swallowing Sabir's prick, her pleasure was magnified
many times over. Feeling his thick tongue thrust into
her slick hole, then flick her pulsing joy button, was
more than she could bear. With a scream of orgasmic
ecstasy, Ellie climaxed on his blunt tongue and wet
face.

Moving between her spread legs, Sabir grasped his rigid
cock by the base and placed its bloated head against
her vaginal opening. The folds of her flesh spread
apart welcoming his monster rod into her tight channel
for the second time.

Knowing what to expect, Ellie still panted and gasped,
as she felt her pussy being slowly pulled apart. Her
womanhood stretched and opened as he continued to slide
himself ever deeper into her. Her legs were wrapped
around him and she was grinding her hips, as she worked
to accommodate him again. Her body was being impaled,
as his cock moved further into her tight and clinging
cunt. When his manhood finally bottomed out against her
cervix, she was gasping and moaning. The sensation of
fullness created intense waves of pleasure to blossom
and spread throughout her body. Shutting her eyes, she
concentrated on the sensations shooting through her
body.

Sabir started out slowly, but soon picked up speed when
he felt her vagina expand to comfortably accept him. It
had been quite awhile since he had fucked a pussy this
tight. It constantly amazed him how a woman this small
and petite could take his huge pole. Fucking furiously,
pounding her pussy into hamburger, he felt his own
orgasm beginning.

Ellie's writhing body was completely in the throes of
the most gigantic climax imaginable. Burning tendrils
of heat were shooting through her body, and she felt
the unbearable pleasure was attempting to consume her.
For the life of her, she couldn't stifle the loud
groans.

Knowing Ellie was having an intense orgasm was just
enough to set Sabir off. His cock expanded and he
unloaded his first volley of black seed deep inside
her. He kept pounding into her, depositing jet after
jet of his baby makers deep within her womb. Finally,
completely drained, he remained motionless, his massive
size stopping any of his potent seed from escaping.
Slowly, slipping out of her clinging cunt, the bulbous
head emerged, followed by a copious amount of thick
cum.

Ellie was completely drained and unable to move.
Looking into Sabir's eyes, she whispered.

"You know I'm pregnant, don't you? If I wasn't after
the first time, I am now. This is my most fertile time
of the month. What am I going to do?"

"Have the baby. I hope we have many more." Sabir
answered, unconcerned.

"But...the baby will be black! How do I explain that to
James?" asked Ellie.

"You don't really know Mister J, do you? He loves to
suck cock and he's very good at it. I've fucked him in
the ass, and he loved that, too. Sabir bragged.

Ellie found the strength to shout. "You lie! Why are
you lying to me?"

"Let me get my cell and I'll call him. You can listen
to his answer. Just be quiet, hear?"

"Hey, Mister J! How ya doing? I was thinking of your
tight ass and wanted to ask you something.

"Hi Sabir! I've been thinking of your big dick all
morning. What's on your mind?" Asked James.

"I was wondering if you'd let me fuck you again
tomorrow?"

"Oh, Yes! You can fuck me anytime!" answered James.

"We'll set it up later! Bye!" Sabir hung up.

Ellie was stunned and speechless! How could her loving
husband let his ass be fucked? He sucks dick, too! What
had she married? What was she going to do now? How
could she possibly stay married to such a pervert?

"What are you thinking? You think it's the end of the
world because your husband likes black meat as much as
you do? Your problems are solved! He wants to watch us
fuck and clean up afterward. You don't even know it,
but you have the perfect marriage. Enjoy what you have
and stop acting so outraged!" Sabir commanded. "You're
not little miss innocent, you know!"

Hurt by his words, but beginning to think of exactly
what he said, a glimmer of understanding lit her face.
"I can have the baby! I can have as many as we want!
Can't I?" Ellie asked, with a smile.

That evening, after talking for hours, she and James
came to a perfect meeting of the minds. They would
share Sabir!

After two glorious weeks of perfect harmony, they were
devastated by Sabir's revelations one evening. He had
told his Father of what they had been doing! James and
Ellie were on the edge of fainting from fear!

Then he dropped the other shoe. His Father wanted to
join them and would not take NO for an answer! Not
knowing they had been set up by this devious young
black, both had no other choice, but to agree.

"There's something you should know. Pop's bigger than
me. He has eleven inches and it's much thicker. He
dearly loves to fuck stuck-up white women, men, too.
When he gets finished stretching your holes, I'll have
to find some other couple. One last thing. He'll be
here Sunday morning to spend the day and get
acquainted.

The End

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Blackmailed To Breed


My hands shake as I begin clearing off my desk for the
evening. I've been watching that clock since lunch and
I've only got ten minutes before its five o'clock. I'm
starring back up at the clock again but not before my
eyes pass across my name plate on my desk.

Mrs. Jennifer Wilmister is my name. It's my husband's
birthday today. I wonder what he's thinking right now.
I bet he's been watching that clock all afternoon as
much as I have.

I clear the last folders off my desk and shut the
filing cabinet drawer. An office door opens and shuts
and I practically jump out of my heels. I look over to
see who it is. Is Susan my boss!

"Have a good evening Jennifer."

I smile back and reply, "You have a nice evening as
well Susan."

My hands grip the steering wheel as I drive down the
boulevard. I'm trying to watch traffic as I look for
the address. He said it would be a pink building. I'd
see the sign right after the bank.

There it is! The Flamingo motel! I know it's not a very
classy looking place but it doesn't matter. I pull in
and see his car parked down at the end. I pull the car
in next to his and turn off the engine.

I pull on the visor and check my makeup in the mirror.
I make a few last minute dabs here and there and apply
a fresh coat of his favorite lipstick. He told me at
lunch last week that bright red lipstick made him melt.

I made a point of polishing my nails and toes to match
just for him this evening. I squirt just a tiny little
dab of his favorite perfume around my neck. There! I'm
finished!

I get out of the car and my heels are making that loud
clicking sound as I walk around near his car. I peer
inside for a moment and look for the number. He wrote
the room number on a little pad and laid it on the
front seat just like he said he would do. He's in room
seventeen.

It's on the opposite side of the parking lot. He's very
clever at things. I make my way across the lot and
knock on the door. I hear the click of the lock. It's
open. He's smiling at me as I walk through the doorway.

There is a chair next to the door and I quickly put my
purse down as he closes the door. I turn to smile at
him. He's so tall and handsome. He made me wet the very
first time I saw him.

He's walking toward me. He's putting his arms around my
tiny waist as I lean my head up as we kiss. He's hands
drop to my ass as his tongue enters my mouth. I break
off the kiss long enough to explain.

"I only have an hour."

He smiles and presses his lips back to mine as we
remain locked in a heated passionate kiss for almost a
minute. I step back and begin unbuttoning his shirt.
He's trying to kiss my neck as I slip his shirt off his
shoulders.

He drops his pants as quick as I removed his shirt and
begins coming toward me again. He's reaching around to
unzip my dress and kisses me on the lips as it slips
off my shoulders.

He begins trailing kisses down my neck to the top of my
breasts as he gently eases the straps of my bra off my
shoulders. He bends down far enough to take one of my
breasts into his mouth as the cups of my bra are
lowered.

His mouth feels hot as he nibbles on my nipple. I run
my hands in his hair and press his face into my chest.
He quickly moves his head to the other breast as his
hands release the catch on my bra letting it fall to
the floor.

I feel his teeth as he bits my flesh. I hold his head
in my hands and look down and watch as he sucks on one
of my nipples like an ***** being nursed. I hear him
breathing hard as he slurps on my breasts.

My hands are shaking as he straightens himself up and
reaches down and slips one of his large hands under my
thong. He's kissing me again as he gently moves his
hands over my mound. He inserts a finger between my
pussy lips almost causing me to have an orgasm right
there.

He's kissing me again. I suck on his tongue as I feel
his finger against my clit. I break off the kiss and
back far enough away for his hand to slip out from
under my thong. I step forward again taking hold of his
under shorts and pull them down by the elastic.

His huge cock sprung free as I lower the short down to
the floor. I kneel down and help him step out from the
almost getting hit in the nose by his huge cock as it
swings free. My eyes practically pop out of their
sockets as I stare down at its size.

I nervously grabbed it with my left hand and felt it
throbbing as I squeezed my hand around it. I leaned up
giving him another open mouth kiss before lowering
myself to my knees and placed my right hand under his
giant ball sack.

My face was only inches away from that huge cock as I
continued to stroke it in my hand. There was no way I
could possibly wrap my hand around its thick girth but
I squeezed as much as I could hold in my tiny slim
white fingers.

I leaned forward kissing the head and felt his hands
cover mine as I starred up into his eyes. He was
looking down at me waiting. I kept stroking his cock
feeling his fingers play with my wedding ring. I
wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

Here I was, a gorgeous thirty-two year old blonde
housewife kneeling down on the floor in a cheap motel
room. A tall handsome black man with a huge black cock
stood in front of me waiting for me to take his cock
inside my mouth. If that wasn't enough! It was my
husbands' fiftieth birthday!

My husband called me his trophy wife. We had two
youngren and a large home. My husband was an executive
for a large firm. My mind slipped back to the present
as I moved my face closer to that huge black cock.

I opened my mouth and licked it this time. I than moved
my head and tried to engulf it into my mouth. I wasn't
able to get much in the first try but I kept moving my
head as he stroked my hair. I listened to him moan as I
tried to swallow him down to the back of my throat.

He practically buckled over as he grasped my hair. He
was still being gentle with me but I didn't come here
to be treated like a trophy wife today. I want him to
treat me like I was his slut. I want him to be rough
with me. I want to be his whore for the afternoon.

I starred up into his eyes again. I must have had four
inches of his cock stuck inside my mouth when I felt
his hands grip my hair and pull. My eyes widened out of
fear for a moment.

I starred mercifully up into his eyes as he spoke to me
in a different tone. "Let me see you take it down your
throat."

His hands gripped my hair. It hurt a little as I felt
him power my head up in position to take more of his
cock. I took a deep break and closed my eyes and powerd
his cock further down my throat. I felt the head
pressing against my tonsils. I thought I was going to
fetish for a moment until he allowed me to back off.

I did cough and looked up with pleading eyes but he
held my head and I opened my mouth again only this time
I kept my eyes open as I swallowed his cock. I kept
going until it reached the back of my throat again. He
looked down at me smiling.

"That's it, bitch. I'm going to turn you into my whore
like I promised you yet. Keep going and don't stop
until I tell you to stop."

My throat was making sounds I never heard before as I
continued to swallow him down my throat. Our eyes were
still making contact as he moaned. He let me back off
again only to power my face back down on his cock. I
kept this up for several minutes until he leaned down
backing my head away from his cock.

His hands were holding my head tight as he kept my face
tilted up so our eyes would meet.

"Open your mouth wide and close your eyes for me now."

My eyes were closed and I thought I had my mouth open
far enough when I felt him shake my head.

"Open it wider."

I did open wider and a few seconds later I felt a huge
gob of hot spit enter my mouth. I was about to tilt my
head down and gag when I felt his hands which still
griped my head shake me and said, "Swallow it."

I cried but quickly closed my mouth trying not to think
of what he had just done and swallowed. It felt hot and
like a thick gob but I managed to get it down my
throat.

He shook my head again powering my head up into a tilted
position. "Open!"

I nervously started to cry as my body shook. I opened
my mouth and kept my eyes shut tight anticipating
another gob of spit in my mouth. I cried out like a
sick little girl but he held my head too tight to break
free.

It seemed like those seconds lasted forever as I waited
with my mouth wide open for his spit. I cracked open my
eyes and what I saw next practically scared me to
death. His mouth was puckered and a long trail of nasty
spit was beginning its journey down to my mouth.

I cried out loud as it hit my tongue. There was even a
larger amount than the first gob. I quickly swallowed
before I was told trying not to think of what it was
inside my mouth.

"That's my girl."

He reached out and brought me to my feet. I almost
stumred back as I lost balance wearing my heels. He
pulled me into his arms powering his mouth onto mine.
His tongue entered my mouth and I reacted by swirling
mine around his. He held onto my chin as he peered into
my eyes.

"You still want my cock?"

"Yes, you know what I come here for."

"Did you do what I asked you to do?"

He still had a grip of the back of my head with one
hand and the other under my chin.

"Yes, I did what you asked."

"Prove it to me!"

I nervously responded, "I have it inside my purse."

"Let me see it."

He let go of me as I walked over to the chair and
picked up my purse. I starred at him and saw the way he
was looking at me as I opened my purse and reached
inside. I pulled out the small plastic packet and
extended my arm out for him to take it.

I watched as he examined the packet of birth control as
I nervously stood watching. He looked at the
prescription date than slid open the packet and started
to count the tiny white pills.

He looked up with me and chuckled. "Are you sure you're
just not pulling my leg? How do I know you didn't have
another packet of these somewhere? You could have told
them they got lost and got you a new pack!"

"I'm telling you the truth! These are the only pills I
have! I did what you told me to do."

He tossed the packet onto the table and reached out and
took my purse out of my hands and looked inside. He
found my wallet and tossed the purse on the table next
to my birth control pills.

He laughed as he opened my wallet and looked up at me
for a second than continued to look inside.

"What do we have here? Look at all these credit cards.
Let me see... Mr. Jennifer Wilmister."

I watched as he examined each card than neatly placed
it back in its little sleeve. I opened the picture
compartment and saw a picture of me standing next to my
husband and kids.

"Nice family!"

He fumred through the photos and turned the wallet so
he could examine a photo of me in my black bikini. He
looked up at me laughing and said, "Remind me to take a
few of you once that belly starts swelling up with my
kid."

He tossed the wallet onto the table and stepped closer
taking me into his arms. We kissed passionately as he
backed me up towards the bed. He gently pushed me back
onto the bed raising my legs at the same time.

He was kissing my ankles as he held one of my legs
straight out. I tilted my head up and said, "Do you
want me to take off those heels?"

"No, I want to fuck you with them on your sexy white
legs."

He continued to kiss my ankle than worked his way up to
my inner thigh and reached out and touched my damp
black thong.

"I see that pussy is nice and wet for me. Let's take
them off."

I leaned back and helped him raise my ass off the bed
as he slipped them down my legs and over my heels. He
tossed them over to that table holding my legs in the
air. I saw the look of lust in his eyes as he starred
down at my pussy.

He moved forward against the edge of the bed. I knew it
would only be moments before that big black cock was
buried deep inside my fertile white married belly.

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Black Owned Couple



My wife had recently found out my cross-dressing
secrets, how I met men via the internet and sucked
their cocks; I made a full confession and told her
about my darkest fantasies. I thought our marriage
would be over but to my surprise she listened then
suggested she watched one of my liaimisters.

We went onto the usual bi-male dating site I frequented
and she picked TK, a black male who wanted a white
bitch to serve as his cock slave; I mailed him asking
if he would like to have his cock sucked by a sissy
male, while my wife watched. His reply was to meet up
first at a pub to discuss my offer.

We arranged a time and place and met. We sat down in a
quiet booth and TK asked me what I wanted, it felt
strange telling him I wanted to suck his cock and
perform other submissive homosexual acts for him
dressed as a slut, in front of my wife, he asked how
many other cocks I had sucked and how long I had wanted
to be a sissy maid.

He made me reach down and feel his cock through his
open flies, and tell my wife how much bigger it was
than mine and how much I wanted to suck it. She then
sat between us and felt both of us for comparimister. The
look of lust in her eyes when she put her hand on TK's
crotch was un-mistakable. "Ooh you'll do nicely," she
cooed. She then added, "I want TK to fuck me after you
suck him darling!"

His conditions were that as I was after a certain
amount of offense and that as I wanted to be his
sissy that I shave all hair of my body except for a V
round my cock and dress as a French maid. TK indicated
that it would be his intention to make use of my wife
too.

We agreed to this, there would be no pain or stupidity,
my wife made the condition that she did not do anal, TK
agreed. So we arranged a date for TK to come to our
home. I was dressed ready, the frilly panties barely
hiding my erection; my wife was dressed in a smart
business dress similar to the one she had worn at our
first meeting with TK.

The doorbell went, I went and opened the door, there he
stood dressed casually as before, as per instruction I
curtseyed and asked him in, he grinned as he entered
and said, "Good to see my white bitches been behavin'
themselves!" I showed him into the lounge where my wife
stood to greet him.

He embraced her kissing her full on the lips, his hands
gripping her buttocks. He sat himself down in an arm
chair as we both stood in front of him waiting for
instruction. "Maid," he said. "Fix me a beer!"

I fetched a cold beer from the fridge opened it and
presented it to him, he took a swig and lent forward in
the chair. "I want you to undress your wife for me,
maid."

I did as ordered, my wife loves been undressed by her
man, and I knew her pussy would be dripping as I slowly
unfastened her clothing placing it neatly on the floor
by TK's chair. My wife was really turned on, her
nipples were hard and I could smell her sex as I
slipped her panties down. "Turn round and bend over
woman," he said. "Maid pull her cheeks a part I wanna
see her ass."

We did as we were told and my wife moaned as I parted
her butt cheeks giving TK a good view of her dripping
pussy and ass hole.

"Tell me what your wife needs maid," he ordered.

I paused, before the words came out, "My wife needs to
feel a real man's cock, a black man's cock filling her
cunt, flooding her with real man's seed, she needs to
be owned and used by you sir."

"Very good maid," TK laughed. "And what do you want?"
he asked.

Again the words just came out, "I-I need to be your
maid, your cock sucking, ball kissing, ass licking,
cunt cleaning maid, my cock is pathetic next to yours
and I cannot hope to satisfy my wife as you can sir."

TK ordered my wife to sit opposite, legs wide and
finger herself, "Want you good and wet so I can get my
cock inside bitch," he said.

I had to undressed him, he had removed his T shirt and
I knelt in front and undid his jeans, he stepped out of
them and sat down so I could take of his shoes and
socks. "Kiss my feet," he commanded.

I did as I was told kissing his toes and the soles of
his feet like the pathetic sissy I wanted to become. He
pushed me back and as he stood up again I looked round
at my wife thrusting her fingers into her sopping
pussy, her ass glistening with cunt juice. I turned
back to face TK and pulled down his shorts. His cock
was huge as it hung in front of my face.

"Bitch!" he said to my wife. "Watch your pathetic
husband suck black meat."

He pulled my head to his crotch, rubbing his cock
across my face, his wiry pubes felt so good on my
flushed cheeks. I opened my mouth and took his cock to
my lips, his musky smell filled my nose and my mouth
dried with nerves. I kissed the head and then lost in
the lust of it all I sucked the head of his cock into
my mouth. I savoured the taste of his cock rubbing my
tongue on the base of the bulb.

I glanced up, my wife was stood next to TK with his
fingers up his knuckles in her cunt, jiggling and
grinding on them. Moaning in pleasure, she said, "Go on
suck him sissy."

TK sat back down dragging my wife onto the arm of the
chair still fingering her pussy. My head was pulled off
his cock and pushed down to kiss and lick his huge
hairy balls. "While you're there sissy, lick my ass
too," he commanded. He turned to my wife and said,
"Your sissy husband has a great mouth, real good cock
sucker."

My tongue worked down past his hairy balls to his ass
hole, I swirled my tongue around it then began licking
it. As I made a meal of his hairy ass hole my wife took
over sucking his cock, he kept asking her if it was
bigger than her pathetic husbands useless cock, all she
could do was reply MMMmmmmm.

Finally he pushed me off and ordered me to guide his
hard black pole into my wife's gaping pussy as she
eased herself down sitting on his lap, her pubic mound
in line with my face.

I watched in awe as the huge black cock disappeared
into her, stretching her sopping pussy farther than it
had ever been, she cried out in ecstasy as the TK
lifted her and brought her down again plunging his
shiny pole into her cunt in front of my eyes, his hands
cupping her white breasts, teasing her hard nipples. My
cock strained in my lacy panties. "Don't just stare!"
TK ordered. "Get licking my balls maid!"

I got down and started to kiss and lick his balls as I
watched my wife's pussy slide up and down. After five
minutes TK had me stand and lift my dress to show how
excited I was. My hard cock had leaked pre-cum and
formed a huge wet patch in my panties, TK and my wife
both laughed, TK asked my wife if she could ever get
satisfaction from such a puny cock again or would she
rather have his meaty pole inside her. I desperately
wanted to rub myself and cum but knew I would not be
allowed. The answer did not surprise me and my wife
became his fuck toy.

She then turned round kneeling in the chair facing TK
as he kissed and bit her nipples, "lick my ass maid"
she gasped as she shuddered through an orgasm. I knelt
and sunk my tongue between her cheeks, her ass hole was
twitching and contracting with the hammering her pussy
was getting from TK. The pace of their fucking
quickened and I heard TK moan, "Get ready bitch for
your first load of black man's seed!"

My wife arched backwards as he came inside her driving
herself down on this cock. "Face up on the floor maid!"
she hissed as her final orgasm subsided, "You're going
to suck me clean."

I lay on the floor and my wife rose off TK's cock, it
fell from her with a slurping noise, and she quickly
straddled my head lowering her gaping pussy down onto
my face. I opened my mouth as the mixture of pussy
cream and spunk dribred out, my open mouth connecting
with her gaping hole so I could suck. It must have
taken five minutes of sucking on her pussy to clean
her. "Now clean TK," she said.

I dutifully crawled to him and began to lick the juices
of his cock; it was still semi hard and glistening with
fuck juice.

My wife needed to go to the bathroom and while she was
left TK told me how it was going to be. He would fuck
my wife when he wanted and may bring round select
friends to fuck her as well. I would always dress as a
maid in his or their presence and serve in whatever
capacity he or they required. I nodded in agreement and
thanked him for his generosity. I then begged him to
let me come, all I got was the order to fetch him
another beer. I went to the kitchen and when I returned
my wife still naked was sat on his knee rubbing his
cock which was now hard again. I gave TK his beer and
knelt before them.

My wife said, "TK wants to make you cum darling, would
you like that?"

I didn't think, I just replied, "Oh yes please, make me
cum, I need to so badly mistress."

Bend over the arm of the sofa she said walking over to
it and lying down, so your face is in my pussy.

I did as I was told, TK stood behind me and I felt the
gusset of my panties moved to expose my smooth anus.
Something cold landed on it and it dawned on me what
was to happen, I looked up at my wife who grabbed my
head powering it into her crotch, rubbing my face into
her sticky cunt.

Something nudged against my anus and powerd its way in,
TK was larger than anything I had pushed up myself
before but the lube helped, the initial pain subsided
and TK rhythmically fucked my sissy hole, the tip of
his cock kept nudging my prostate and my cock twitched
and leaked a little more each time until I felt it
begin to build.

I began to buck under TK trying to rub my cock on the
arm of the chair for extra sensation, my wife was
laughing and goading me to cum like the faggot maid I
was, suddenly I was there and my cum shot into my
panties, TK groaned as my ass muscles started to
contract massaging his cock and he spurted his seed
deep inside my ass, my panties and crotch were dripping
in my own cum and TK's cum dribred from my ass, my
wife was laughing at me and I was still turned on.

I dutifully knelt and cleaned TK's cock, before he
dressed and left, telling my wife he would see her
later. She smiled at me once TK had gone, put her hand
to my face and told me to run us a bath. My wife became
a black owned wife and I knew my place would be forever
as her sissy maid, servicing her pussy and ass with my
tongue and being humiliated and used by her black
lovers.

Part 2: Job for the Maid

It had been ten days since TK had been round, but the
day after his first visit a package had been delivered
containing two huge black dildos and harnesses, one for
my wife to wear as a strap on and one for me to wear so
the dildo stuck out from my nose.

The instructions were that as I was a sissy faggot, I
could no longer fuck my wife, not that she was going to
let me after TK had reamed her, but that I could
service her with the face dildo while I licked her
arse. She in turn could continue my training by making
me suck her strap on before she made me fuck myself
with it whilst masturbating. We settled into this
routine, my wife enjoys being rimmed and the dildo is
far more satisfying than my cock so she says.

We had just finished our evening meal when the phone
rang, I answered and TK's voice came from the other end
of the line, "Be ready in an hour, you as the maid and
your wife butt naked except for high heels."

"Ok" I stammered "see you in an hour sir."

My cock was hard before I put the phone down. I called
to my wife that TK was coming round in an hour, she
smiled, "what does he want?" she replied, I told her
his instructions and have never seen her look so turned
on. "Well" she said, "Better get ready for him, hadn't
we!"

An hour later we were ready in the living room, my wife
was naked except for a pair of shiny black 4inch heels,
her pubic hair and shoes contrasting with her lovely
white skin, and I dressed as her sissy maid complete
with lipstick and blusher, she thought it would be a
nice touch.

The door bell rang and I rushed to answer it, TK stood
in the porch with another black guy. I curtseyed as
they entered. "See" TK said, to his companion "white
sissy maid and slut wife."

We stood before them in the living room, my wife had to
part her legs, turn round and show them her pussy and
ass, and I had to lift my dress revealing my hard cock
in lacy panties and do a twirl. TK then introduced his
companion, as James.

"Introduce your selves to James, white sluts," TK
ordered.

My wife said, "I am TK's slut white sex toy; TK owns my
pussy, ass, tits and mouth. Please make me cum!"

I said, "I am TK's sissy faggot maid and husband of his
slut sex toy. TK owns my, mouth, ass and worthless
cock, please let me cum!"

"Have you both been following my instructions?" TK
asked James was sniggering by this point adding to our
offense.

"Yes sir," we both chirped together. This was
humiliating enough but in front of a leering black
stranger it was such a turn on.

James had me undress him and rubbed his cock across my
face and slapped it on my mouth, "Your wife's gonna get
this up her cunt you pathetic sissy boy before I go,
but you can suck it first!" he said,, smiling down at
my pathetic figure.

He stood behind my wife and pushed his cock through
between her legs, it was longer than TK's but slimmer.
It stuck out past my wife's pussy a good way making it
look like my wife was wearing her strap on dildo.

"Now suck it sissy, let your wife see you serve a real
mans cock!" he said. I was on my knees mouth round his
cock like a good girl, my face rubbing in my wife's
pubic hair as I tried to swallow his monster cock.

My wife was trying to rub her pussy along James' cock
to as he held her to him twisting her nipples and
groping her breasts she was also using my nose to rub
her button as my head bobbed back and forth on James'
cock.

James turned to TK and said, "Gotta hand it to you bro,
you can pick 'em."

TK who was now undressed sitting on the couch said,
"Hey its easy man, hurry up with the sissy, I want my
arse licked!"

I was pushed off, I crawled over and knelt between TK's
legs and started to gently kiss his arse hole.

James sat down and pushed my wife's head down for her
to perform the same for him, "Shit!" he said. "I never
realised how good a white tongue on my arse would feel,
get to it girl, push it in there!"

There we both were tongues in our black masters arse
holes licking and sucking.

James said, to TK, "The sissy sucks cock real well, how
about putting it to work?"

"Sure," said, TK hauling me up by my ears and putting
my face to his cock. "What you got in mind?"

James pulled my wife's head up too, so she could start
sucking his cock. "Well," he said. "He would go down a
storm in a glory hole, like the one in the shop, all
the clients are after is a blow job, don't care what
does it as long as it's good and swallows, we could
also do some films with the two of them."

Our heads were bobbing up and down on their massive
black cocks, it felt so good, I was on the verge of
creaming my panties at the thought of sucking total
strangers cocks, I knew too that my wife's pussy would
be dripping by now not only because of the fucking she
was anticipating but the idea of being filmed had
always been a fantasy of hers.

"Tell you what," TK said. "You fuck her and sissy can
have a belly full of my seed, then we can go down to
the store and watch sissy here go to work."

"Sounds good," said James, he pulled my wife of his
cock and made her bend over the arm of the couch,
"How's her arse?" James asked

"No not there," my wife pleaded.

"Shut up bitch! Black mans in charge here; if I want
your lily white arse I'll have it! I'm gonna take your
sloppy white cunt later," cursed James.

TK replied, "Not used it yet, help yourself!"

James spat on my wife's puckered hole, "Lend me the
faggot to get it lubed?" he asked TK.

I was pushed of TK's cock. "Do as he says maid," TK
said.

I crept over to where James was standing behind my
wife's spread bottom and began to tongue her arse hole,
I worked plenty of saliva into her tight little ring
trying to knead it open and fuck her with my tongue,
she moaned quietly, as she has grown to enjoy her arse
being licked.

She pleaded with TK, "You agreed no anal," she said. TK
replied, "Yeh but that was me, not James."

James had waited enough, I was roughly pushed aside to
return to TK's cock and he positioned himself cock in
one hand, the other holding my wife down on the arm of
the couch and began to work it into my wife's virgin
arse.

"Noo, it's to big!" she wailed. "Aaah no, no please!"
she continued but James kept on, grunting to TK "damn
she's tight."

Finally she must have relaxed as James started to pump
slowly in and out, my wife whimpered and moaned, partly
in pain, part in pleasure.

I concentrated on getting TK ready to cum, I sucked the
head of his cock into my mouth rubbing the base of it
with my tongue to make it twitch and squirt pre-cum, TK
obviously liked this as his hand gently rested on the
back of my wig and he grunted, "Keep goin' faggot!" TK
began to push his cock in and out of my eager mouth,
its twitching growing more intense, I cupped his balls
in one hand and rubbed the shaft of his cock with the
other.

"Here it comes sissy!" he grunted and his cock erupted
in my mouth, the salty taste of his seed coating my
tongue.

My previous cock sucking liaimisters' had taught me how to
give a good blow job and I had developed quite a taste
for semen. I swallowed as fast as I could; I was his
complete faggot maid now.

"Look," said, TK to James. "He didn't spill a drop,
what a cock sucking faggot!"

James was slowing down thrusting deeper into my wife,
she was still whimpering quietly, "Ready bitch," he
whispered. "Here it comes!" and he pushed hard into her
flooding her insides with black seed. My wife just
groaned as his cock pulsed inside her bowel, her hole
ravaged for the first, but not the last time.

I finished cleaning TK and moved round without being
asked to clean James, who readily deposited his now
slimy dirty cock in my mouth.

"Well trained or what?" said, TK nodding at me, head
bobbing on James' cock, "He'll suck your cum from his
wife's arse too before he's finished," he added.

Once James was cleaned I clamped my mouth to my wife's
still gaping ravaged arse hole and began gently licking
and sucking on it. "There bitch," sniggered James.
"Some TLC from your faggot husband!"

My wife's arse hole twitched opening and closing on my
tongue as I ate the fresh sticky cum and slime from it.

Our masters got dressed. "Put on some overcoats you
two," said TK. "We're goin' out!"

My wife looked at me as she struggled to her feet, I
went and fetched the longest coats I could find to hide
not only my wife's nudity but my dress and stockings.

Luckily it was turning dark outside and the quiet
street where we lived was deserted.

I asked TK where we were going, he replied, "James runs
an adult store across town, that's where the glory hole
your gonna work in is. The upstairs doubles as a film
studio and you'll both be working out in there." James
just nodded and grinned.

We got into TK's car and headed off to the store. TK
drew up at the front door and we were ordered out,
James pushed us in front of him and I opened the shop
door. "Take off those coats," he said, we walked down
the aisle, sex toys, films, magazines and lingerie all
on show.

There was one customer in the shop, an old chubby black
man and he stared at my wife walking up the aisle naked
except for her high heels, James said, "£5.00 for a
grope mate!" he duly produced a fiver and moved toward
my wife.

The old mans hands ran across her breasts, she looked
tuned on and scared at the same time, they moved down
and rubbed her pubic hair before finding her wet pussy
and freshly fucked arse. She flinched as he roughly
thrust his fingers in and out, "Trashy white slut," he
said, "bet you fuck like a train."

"Rub the customers cock slut," ordered James. My wife
reached down his trousers and started wanking him. He
pulled his fingers out of her and put them to her nose.

"Smell your pussy slut, now lick them clean," he said.
James moved her on after she kissed his fingers. "If
you want a free blow job, be in the booth in a couple
of minutes," he said.

As I passed him he slapped my bottom and called me a
faggot. I knew his cock would soon be in my mouth.
James pushed us through to the back of the shop, my
wife was told to watch as he opened the door to a small
closet with a low stool inside. I was pushed in and
told to sit; no sooner was I sat down than a cock came
through a hole in the wall in front of my face.

I needed no prompt from James but opened my mouth and
sucked the head in, rubbing it with my tongue. The
taste wasn't great, but the thrill of sucking of
strangers was too much. I massaged it with one hand
steadying myself on the wall with the other as my head
bobbed back and forth servicing the old mans cock.

James was fingering my wife's pussy and rubbing her
tits as they watched me at work.

The old mans cock began to thrust and twitch as I
swirled my tongue across its head and under the bulb,
he grunted from the other side of the wall and I felt
my mouth fill with hot semen, no spurts like TK but a
series of dribbles. It soon shrank and I kissed it as
it went soft and was withdrawn from the hole.

I heard a door shut and his voice said, to the cashier,
"damn white faggot sucks good, I'll be back," then he
added. "Any chance of some booty, his or hers? I don't
care."

I didn't catch the answer as TK came in the back
entrance of the shop.

James greeted him with, "Faggot here has just done his
first trick bro, did real well too."

TK grinned and said, "Chain him in and let's take his
wifey upstairs for a fucking." James reached round the
closet door with a dog collar and short length of
chain, he fastened the collar round my neck and
padlocked the chain to an eye just below the hole in
the wall, he threw a pair of pink sexy arm length
gloves in to me and told me to put them on.

"Make your hands fell soft and girly for the punters,"
he laughed.

The cashier came through; she was a large black woman
wearing clothes that looked a size to small for her.
"He the new sissy?" she asked. "Yes Grace," replied
James, "Make sure the punters know there's a blow job
offer on, and I might let you play with him and his
wife later."

"I'll hold you to that," she smiled, pulled a cord that
put on a dim red light in the closet and as she shut
the door she said, "No wanking in there sissy, I'll
know if you do!"

I heard James, TK and my wife ascend the stairs and a
door open and close then some music start form
upstairs. I squatted on the stool chained waiting for
cock.

I didn't have to wait long before the door opened and
closed in the other side of the booth followed by the
sound of trousers being unbuckled. A pink cock appeared
through the hole and a gruff voice said, "Suck this,
dirty whore!" I grasped it with the gloved hand and
kissed the end, it smelt of stale semen and sweat, the
cock grew harder as I rubbed and kissed it, once it was
hard enough I opened my mouth and took it in, slurping
and sucking like a true faggot whore, secretly loving
the dirty image of myself in my mind.

My reward was a mouth full of salty man juice, my
client pulled back and fastened his trousers, "Filthy
slut," he said. "Bet you love it don't you?"

He left but must have passed my next trick on his way
out for I only heard the door close and another soft
cock flopped through the hole, "Feeding time babe,"
said a younger black mans voice. "Use your tongue, I
like it licked."

I did as requested licking it from the wall to the tip,
swirling my tongue across the top of the cock paying
particular attention to the sensitive parts around the
hole and the bulb where the foreskin attaches.

My client groaned, "Fuck you're a slut!" he said.
"You're gonna get my load in a minute!" followed by a
long moan as his cock started to spurt, I closed my
mouth over it wanking the last drops onto my tongue,
its funny but semen tastes different depending on the
man. His cock stayed there softening as I kissed it.
"Thank me for it slut!" he ordered. I replied in as
softer feminine voice as I could, "Thank you sir,
you're cock tasted great." With that he left.

Thankfully it was quite a while before the hole in the
wall filled with cock again; it gave my jaw a chance to
rest. I had just started the kiss and massage routine
when the door of my closet opened quietly and Grace
stood there watching me at work. Again I received my
salty reward and kissed the flaccid cock as it
withdrew.

"Damn white boy," said Grace. "Wish I had one you could
suck, they love you out here! Do you need a take?" she
asked.

"Yes please," I said. "Water would be nice."

She produced a bottle of water, "Keep it up boy" she
quipped and closed the door again.

I must have sucked off five more cocks, three I
swallowed but two decided to spray my face and wig with
cum and I was grateful when Grace opened the closet
door to say I only had one more trick to perform before
closing.

She unlocked the chain, passed me a towel and a bucket,
I wiped off my face and asked where I could take a pee.
She pointed to the bucket. I hitched up my dress and
pulled my cock out of my panties and squatted over the
bucket.

She stifled a laugh when she saw the huge damp patch my
cock had made in my panties.

"This ones paid for you so make it good," she said. "Be
a total slutty faggot!" She gave me a new brunette wig
as the one I was wearing was spattered in cum.

She led me to another back room, gave me a tube of
lube, and pushed me in. The old black guy from earlier
was standing by a dirty looking bed, naked. My cock
hardened again, I badly wanted to wank.

"Now for a piece of white ass," he said grinning. "On
your knees and get me ready!"

I did as he ordered and kissing his hairy balls and
sucking him hard; I started to pull down my panties.

"Leave them on faggot, I don't want to see your bits,"
he whispered.

I pulled my gusset aside and lubed my hole then got on
all fours on the bed.

"Make it dirty faggot." he said. "Beg me to fuck you!"

"Please sir" I begged "fuck me with your lovely black
cock."

"Fuck me hard, fill my sissy arse with your lovely hot
seed" I continued

I wiggled my arse at him and as he put the tip of his
cock to my lubed hole I pushed back trying to get it
in.

He shoved his cock straight in; all the way, "Oh fuck,
that's nice, not too tight Faggot!" he grunted and set
about rhythmically pumping my faggot cunt. His hands
gripping my hips, pulling me to him, I could feel his
pubic hair rubbing on my bottom.

I was grinding back against him trying to get his cock
to rub my prostate as I needed to cum badly. "Oh yeh!
Oh yeh, hump you dirty bitch!" he grunted, I came in my
panties and up inside my dress, my head sank down as I
groaned with pleasure, my arse hole squeezing against
his cock.

I groaned and moaned like a true slut.

I did not feel him come but his thrusting peaked and he
pulled out, slapping my panty clad ass as he did.

"Damn that was worth the money," he said. "You'll be
seeing more of me faggot," I looked back, the door was
open, Grace, James, TK and my wife had been watching.

"Well," said James, "you get the job faggot." The old
man dressed and left.

"Time to go home," said. TK and threw our coats at us,
we drove back in silence, my wife was obviously
exhausted and I was too.

TK dropped us off, "Be seein' you," he said, and drove
off into the dark.

We dashed into the house and ran a bath. As we sat
relaxing together I asked what had happened up stairs.

My wife told me that she had been made to dance for
them before TK had fucked her arse while she sucked
James' cock then had to pose for photographs that James
would sell in the shop. They had then done some market
research with her trying out all the dildos and
vibrators that James stocked again while being
photographed. She said, one of the highlights was using
the remote controlled vibrating bullet in a pair of
panties, she had again danced around the room as they
played with the control, making her jiggle more or less
and cum with the little bullet held on her clitoris,
both TK and James had thought that hilarious.

They had watched some porn films while she rubbed their
cocks, to give her pointers on what she would be
expected to do, finally they had watched me on camera
sucking cocks, and fucked her again before coming down
to watch me and the old man.

She smiled and sighed, "A busy but enjoyable night, eh
honey?"

I had to agree.

I was looking up at a tall, lanky, punk of a nigger who
was unzipping his pants. I use that word carefully. I
know its full destructive power. To me, at that moment,
Jesse Coulter descended from an African American to a
Nigger. But I didn't have time to feel proud of my
linguistic decision. I tried to scramble away, but he
placed one large size thirteen tennis shoe on my body
to hold me still.

"You know my record here at the school?" He asked,
smiling and fishing in his open fly. "You know I
already fucked six little white sluts pregnant?" I
couldn't believe that was true…surly the school
wouldn't hide such a thing just to keep us number one
in basketball? Would they? "I gonna show you what they
all love. Why they keep coming back for more. Why Mr.
Hample and Mr. Louis drool every time I walk past.

He grew frustrated trying to fish his prick out of his
baggy pants, so he cursed and ripped open the waist
button and let pants and boxer shorts drop to the
floor.

I have to say, I have never seen anything like it on
man or boy. I've heard that there are photos of such
things on the internet, but I don't go to those places.

Jesse Coulter stood there with his pants puddle around
his feet, and my lying between his spread legs. Over me
hung the largest dick I have ever seen in my life. Mine
is six inches hard, and I have been told that is
average, for a white guy anyway. This dick wasn't even
hard and must have hung eight inches. It was as thick
as a beer can. And under it hung two low slung balls,
each one the size of a hard boiled egg. It was
freakish. No woman could ever even take such a prick, I
felt certain.

"You gonna like this dick, Mr. Sutton. You gonna learn
to love it a whole lot. When I finish with you, you
gonna give me an A in English, just because you love
this dick so much. You gonna want my dick more than
your wife's pussy. You gonna want it like a heroin
addict needs a fix. You gonna be nigger dick crazy!"

His talk was crazy…but I was in no position to argue. I
had always been completely straight, never ever
entertaining gay or bisexual thoughts. I was open
minded about gays and believed in gay rights, but I was
not…gay.

He sat down on my chest, and his fat prick dragged
across my shirtfront, leaking something from the
puckered foreskin onto me. The shaft of the nigger
prick was thick and wrinkled and the foreskin long
completely closing over the cockhead. The puckered
foreskin flesh at the tip looked like an asshole or
something. The he pumped the gigantic hunk of fuckmeat
and the foreskin drew back over the huge purple
cockhead. It looked the size of a plum with a wide
pisshole leaking pre cum. I was in shock.

The nigger cock grew to almost a foot in length. It was
the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. He
started to rub the leaking dickhead all over my face. I
tried to turn my head away, but he slapped the fuck out
of me, until I lay still and just let him play with my
face.

"I gonna mark you, like an natural marks his territory.
You never gonna get the smell of my dick off yo face.
You gonna smell my cocksnot all the time, even when you
fucking that bitch of yo's." He covered my entire face
with pre cum…my nose and eyes and lips. I started to
gag and he slapped me again. Hard.

"You never show disrespect to a black man's cock. You
always welcome it, no matter who the black man is. You
got that, Cuntface?" He made a fist and would have
punched me right in the face if I hadn't agreed. Then
he told me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming and
that it would change my life forever. I opened my
mouth. He yelled for me to open it wider. I did and he
rested his enormous purple dickhead on my lower lip. It
dribred cockslop into my mouth like a leaking faucet.

"I gonna fuck yo ass of course, but not till later in
the week. You my bitch now, and you keep your asspussy
and mouth available for me any time, night or day. But
I ain't got time today, cause I gots to go to
basketball practice. And I going, ain't I? He lifted
his huge dick and started to slap my face with it. Pre-
fuck sprayed the area around my face. My lips were
sticky with his pre-cum. His dick was like a giant club
and it hurt badly when it thunked into my face.

"Yes…yes…" I cried. "You can go, just leave me alone."

"Leave you alone? No way, girlyboy. You is my ho now. I
gots lots of fun stuff planned fo you and me. But fo
now, I just gonna blow some nice nigger sperm into your
mouth and you gonna swallow like a nice cockhog." I was
crying pretty heavily now and trying to tell him I
wasn't gay, and please don't do this to me, but it was
already too late. He had his dick in my mouth and was
fucking my face like it was a young white virgin cunt.

He humped my face, leaning his body up and over my
head, slamming balls deep so his big nuts thumped on
me. His legs stretched and I raised one hand to his
large muscular tight globular ass. His ass skin was
smooth and I felt the deep ass crack. He grunted and
pushed more and more dick into my face…now it was
lodged in my throat, stretching and ripping at my
throat muscles. I could not breath. I was sure I would
die. The cock was down twelve inches into my gullet.

How could any girl take this? I wondered. The pain was
horrible, but the offense worse. The prick expanded
and throbbed and I felt it moving in my neck. I put one
hand to my neck and actually felt the big nigger dick
from the outside of my neck. His pubic hair was thick
and stank of sweat and black boy sexual smell. I was
being face fucked by a sixteen year old nigger and
couldn't do anything about it. Jesus, what was
happening to me and what would become of my life?

Then he came! It seemed like gallons of thick white
nigger sperm. It poured down my throat like glue, then
he pulled back and it filled my mouth. It felt like
wallpaper paste or oatmeal. It backed up into my nasal
passages and I started to snort nigger cum.

He laughed and pulled out and shot three more spurts of
dicksnot all over my face. Then he milked the dick of
the last drops of his cock cream and wiped his dickhead
in my hair. He leaned down over me smiling and then
spit three huge gobs right into my face.

"We will continue this tomorrow. Don't try to skip
school, or tell anyone about us, or you will be very
sorry. I got lots of friends who are a whole lot
rougher than me."

He stood up and stuffed his black hose back into his
pants which he pulled up and buttoned.

"I gotta go to practice now. And I bet I get an A on
the quiz tomorrow, huh?" He put one large foot on my
face and pressed down, almost breaking my nose. "Say
hello to yo pretty wife for me. Oh and tomorrow, don't
wear any underwear under your pants. It will save
time." And then he was gone.

But my nightmare was just starting..

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College Romp


Brandy not only had the unfortunate luck to be roommate
with a white rich girl named Trish but unfortunately
her lady was a part time instructor at the college.
Why she just couldn't live with her lady was beyond
her. The twit was always trying to keep the room in
perfect order fusing at her for throwing her stuff down
or putting posters on the wall. She was a goody-two-
shoe who was totally against everything she known her
life.

As for herself, if she didn't get a scholarship for
being black there was no way she could ever attend this
college. Her parents had to work for a living and it
took everything they made to feed the family. Today,
she had just taken some pictures at the local park and
was very tired. She hoped the girl was gone so she
could lie down and relax. Their room was at the end of
the hall and almost everyone was at the ballgame.
Hopefully she was too.

She found the door slightly open and quietly opened it
up. Trish was lying on her stomach naked on her bed.
She had her toothbrush long plastic tube up her ass and
was stroking her pussy underneath looking at a
magazine. She couldn't resist the urge and since her
camera was still mostly empty took a few photos from
the doorway before getting closer.

Trish had her eyes closed she noticed and the magazine
was still open. She noticed it contained pictures of
black women spanking white women and smiled. Taking a
few more pictures till her camera emptied, she
approached her and reaching behind without her noticing
grab the holder and push it deeper in her ass.

"Owwwwwww!" Trish woke up as if in a dream from the
onslaught of her asshole.

"What the?"

She didn't get to finish her words as Brandy had jumped
on her back pinning her hand underneath her still on
her pussy and the other hand to the side underneath her
thigh.

"So you like to see white girls getting their butts
spanked by black girls like me, huh?" She told her.

"No, Brandy," Trish yelled out. "I just found the
magazine. Get off."

Brandy pushed the holder deeper in her asshole as she
yelp from the pain.

"Wrong answer, sugar." She told her. "I bet you been
watching me shower and change with your pussy twitching
at the thought. You're a dyke bitch aren't you?"

"No, I've never done it with a girl. I promise!" Trish
was crying out. "Get off or I tell lady and get you
throw out of school."

"I don't think so," said Brandy. Reaching back she
started pushing the holder in and out her asshole. "I
took pictures at the door of your little orgy on the
bed. I think your mammy would really enjoy seeing them
don't you think?"

"Please, don't show them to her." Trish begged. "I’ll
do your homework or anything else. Honest. I'll carry
your books."

"Again, wrong answer. Tell me again," said Brandy,
stroking her asshole with the holder, "you have been
looking at me change and shower and getting your pussy
all wet."

"Yes. I mean no. Ah... Don't shove so hard! Okay! Yes I
was looking. I was just curious. That's all, I
promise." Trish begged.

"You been thinking about licking my ass, haven't you?"
Brandy continued favoring the moment.

"Yes, please it hurts back there. I was just horny and
I didn't try anything." Trish continued to squirm.

"I think I'm going to make you my little white slut?
You can lick my feet and ass and service me with your
fat mouth whenever I want. You like that wouldn't you
slut?" She announced shoving the holder deeper in and
out.

"Yes, yes. Anything you want Mandy." Trish continued to
beg her. "No more please. I'll be your slut. My ass
hurts. Please stop."

"Please stop mistress to you slut." Mandy laughed. "Say
it."

"Please stop mistress," Trish wept.

Brandy got up in triumph. She had the girl now and
could do whatever she wanted to her. She had pictures
she could use anytime she wanted. She walked back to
the door and closed it. Turning around she saw Trish
still laying on the bed and trying to reach behind to
pull the holder from her ass.

"Did I say you could take your cock out of your ass,"
she yelled.

"No mistress," Trish replied, removing her hand
immediately. "Please don't yell. Someone will hear."

"I'll yell if I want. Now get your butt off that bed
now. Get on your hands and knees slut." Mandy yelled
out loud.

Trish slowly got off the bed and got on her hands and
knees beside it. Brandy walked up from behind and sat
down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and with her
foot pushed Trish head to the floor.

"Lick my feet slut while I see how to treat a slut like
you." She said. She picked up the magazine and started
looking at the photos. There were white girls getting
their asses spanked by black women and licking the
black women pussies and asses. Plenty of foot worship
she noticed as she herself was getting her toes sucked
on by Trish below.

"Does my feet taste good slut?" She asked.

"Yes mistress," replied Trish not looking up but
continuing her worship.

Her ass was wiggling in back Bandy noticed and knew she
must be soaking wet in her cunt. Brandy herself was
getting turned on by the photos and her own pussy was
damp.

"Where is the rest of your magazines slut?" She asked
again. "Bring them to me now."

Trish got up and went to her drawer and uncovered her
clothes to retrieve the rest. There must have been 10
magazines in her hand when she returned. Brandy had
removed all her clothing except for her panties and lay
on her back on Trish bed.

Taking the magazines and laying them to her side, she
looked up at Trish. "Lick my pussy while I read slut
and I better not catch you playing with your cunt."

Two weeks later and Sheila and Craig were snuggled up
at the back of an old coach headed towards the border
between Cameroon and Nigeria. It was late afternoon and
the sun allowed a last glimpse of its unique
orange/yellow light. As Sheila's eyes closed firmly,
Craig lifted his gaze and removed his sunglasses,
intent on studying the land passing before him. With
the old coach obligation forward and with darkness
creeping in, Craig's peaceful thoughts were slowly
replaced by growing doubts.

Looking outside, he unexpectedly saw the landscape
deteriorate before him. The progressive changes were
not for the best. Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars,
rubbish and broken glass, rusty bridges and holed
roads. The beauty of rural Africa with its wildlife and
natural sceneries were slowly replaced by the more
intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.

Choking and jerking, the old coach passed a sign which
read 'LAGOS.' The deserted territories of remote Congo
were now replaced by substantial herds of black people,
old cars and cheap markets. Craig turned to his left.
He noticed Sheila relaxing and was soon relieved; happy
she had not witnessed the harsh features of that outer
area.

He turned his attention back to the window in an
attempt to take in as much of Lagos as he could. Many
tall buildings, hap-hazardly crammed together. Lots of
tight alleyways void of sunlight. Intense traffic,
streets buzzing with cheap cars and tacky old buses.
Watching the locals passing by, Craig stared at the
brute darkness of their skin. The blackest of the
Africans. His face straightened drastically, skeptical
about his choice of destination. He held the warm body
of his companion close to his as the coach entered the
old city.

It was late night. The couple entered a medium sized
hotel chamber. Immediately, Sheila appeared ecstatic,
to see, a bed. As Craig closed the door, she fell on to
the mattress and began to wriggle her arms and legs.
She stretched out her body and puffed up the cushions,
'At last! A real bed. Oh my god, I think I could relax
for days.'

'It's all yours honey,' Craig replied, as he began to
unfasten his suitcase belt.

A few hours later, Craig was sitting in the hotel room,
sipping on a Pepsi, working on a crossword. He slowly
lowered his magazine and lifted his gaze. He stared at
the delicate body of his travel companion spread out
over the bed, in front of him. Sheila lay across the
mattress, bare legged, without sandals. ­She wore a
baggy t-shirt, her panties firmly hugging her hips, her
slender thighs relaxed, her toes twitching slightly. In
her forties, Sheila was still a very attractive woman.
She had a very pretty face with a soft complexion
accompanied by a firm body and a flat tummy.

As the African heat swept the room, Craig's gaze
floated over her body, her arms, her legs. His mouth
watering, he took a deep swig of his coke. An erection
grew hard in his pants. His mind began to deviate as he
stared at the warm body of the mature woman in front of
him. He grinned mischievously as he caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror. He first sighed, then murmured
to himself, 'You lucky bastard.'

*

It was noon the following day and Sheila was still in a
profound dream. Craig fastened his shoelaces then
scribred a quick message on a piece of paper. He left
the note by Sheila's side before moving towards the
door and unlocking it. The piece of paper read: "Gone
to get some food for later, be back shortly, xx"

Amidst the hustle and clamor of the Nigerian streets,
Craig made his first real contact with the locals. He
entered a riveting market area as the sun scorched his
forehead. He took a cap from his side-bag and placed it
on his head. One by one, he absorbed the various aromas
of the products on sale: roasted vegetables, corn
sticks boiling in huge caldrons, bruised bananas and
other dodgy fruits darted frantically by hovering
flies. As potential souvenirs there were natural
statuettes carved out of wood, tribe drums and handmade
necklaces. There were secondhand clothes and scruffy
old rugs surrounded by flee infested dogs and bags of
rubbish.

Alone in such a place, Craig's emotions merged growing
levels of discomfort, anxiety and fear. Everywhere, he
saw tight crowds of black people, mainly men. He was
blatantly overshadowed by the surprising height of the
heavy and much more muscular blacks. Their dark skin
hardened without mercy by the scorching heat. The
locals had an intimidating effect on Craig as they
towered above him. Their eyes commanded a sense of
ruthless power and sheer fearlessness; their loud
shouts and obvious physical strength assigned them an
almost beastlike masculinity. The wilderness of the
African continent was now reflected in the sheer
primitiveness and untamed verve of its most natural
inhabitants.

After a quick tour of the market, Craig head back to
the hotel with a couple of bags of food. He had
purchased some rice and beans along with bottled water.
As he approached the entrance, he spotted a MARLBORO
logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves playing
up on him, he was tempted to purchase some cigarettes.
Turning towards the shop, he soon noticed a group of
blacks sitting on a crumbling wall. They appeared rough
and rugged, many of them barefooted with dust-covered
feet and sweat-stained clothes. The men were laughing
and acting tough, breaking bottles and fist-fighting.
Craig thought twice about his smokes. He decided
against buying the cigarettes and headed into the hotel
instead.

Once inside, he spotted an arrowed sign on the wall
behind the counter; it read 'BAR.' Relieved, he
followed the arrow. He took a few turns and reached the
bar area, approaching the counter with a slight grin.
The bartender was a black man in his late thirties with
a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He had a devious
look and an unfriendly face. At the sight of Craig, the
bartender straightened his back and puffed out his
chest. He eyeballed Craig in a menacing way. His eyes
studying the hated pale flesh of the white man in front
of him. Politely, Craig asked for some smokes, 'Hello,
could I get some Marlboros please.'

The bartender approached the counter, he scruffled his
face before unleashing a sigh of frustration. 'How many
you want?' he barked abruptly. Craig was surprised by
such a cold approach. He answered diligently, 'Just one
pack please.' The bartender slowly made his way to the
cigarette stand. Craig powerd an uneasy smile, 'Uhm,
could you tell me what kinds of beverage you sell
here?' The bartender looked confused as he placed the
cigarettes on the counter, 'What you mean?'

'I'm sorry, I mean do you just sell soft takes or
holy water too?' The bartender eyed Craig up and down,
still unhappy about the white man's presence, 'We sell
all kind of holy water here.' Craig smiled nervously,
'Wonderful. Well thank you for your help.' Still
confused, Craig paid for the smokes and headed back up
to his room.

The clock in the room showed 22.17 hrs. There were
bread leftovers, unfinished rice on plastic plates,
empty cups and scruffled serviettes brownietered across
the table. Craig was slumped in a chair resting.
Sheila, finally awake, was stood alert at the hotel
room window observing the lights down below. She
appeared lively and cheerful, eager to discover her
surroundings. She approached Craig and nudged him
affectionately, 'Everything okay darling?'

'Yes, of course.' replied Craig, surprised by her
liveliness.

'Do you not want to get some rest?' he continued.

'Not really. I've been relaxing all day.' Sheila moved
closer and sat on Craig's lap. She stroked his neck,
'To be honest, I could do with a take right now. And
to be fair, I think you need one too,' she placed her
hands on his shoulders, 'Look at you, you're all tense,
you need to loosen up. Did you enjoy yourself this
afternoon?' 'It was alright I suppose. Do you really
want to get a take?' Craig looked doubtful.

'Oh please yeah, I haven't had one since we left the
States.' Craig looked at her with pitiful eyes, 'Well,
earlier I happened to buy some cigarettes from
downstairs. There's a bar and they definitely sell
takes and stuff.' Sheila's face brightened up. 'Great.
Just let me put some clothes on and we can go straight
down. I can't wait for a glass of wine.' She quickly
jumped up and head towards the bathroom. Craig watched
her warm body move gracefully in front of him. He
focused on the forms of her fleshy breasts bouncing
beneath her light t-shirt. A fresh erection grew hard
in Craig's pants, his mouth becoming watery once again.

CHAPTER 3

Craig looked around. Dozens of blacks were now
surrounding them. The ­negro eyes fixed on the white
woman, they stared at the thick mounds beneath her
blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of her
slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes. Blushing
with shame, Sheila looked up. She saw the rugged,
powerful features of the blacks carefully studying her
body, their eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous
breasts. She tried to cross her arms in order to cover
her bosoms; her flimsy blouse appeared slightly damp
due to the long walk.

Craig looked ahead petrified. He saw Sheila completely
surrounded as more and more negros approached the bar.
For a split second, he too looked at Sheila's gorgeous
body, her swollen breasts protruding from beneath her
blouse. He noticed the barman laughing with the other
blacks: he now realized just how dangerous the
situation had become. He had to do something, he
thought unconvinced.

With all reamister abandoning him, Craig rushed towards
Sheila and, with a rash movement, tried to grab her
arm. As he started to pull her towards him, there was
the sound of a large thump.

Instantly, a heavy black hand smacked Craig across the
face. Within a few seconds, another black fist came
violently from the opposite direction, striking the
terrified white man. Craig tumred to the floor. He was
soon surrounded by half a dozen blacks. He was kicked
and bruised, beaten without mercy as red trickled
from his mouth and across his forehead. Sheila screamed
in desperation, 'NO! STOP!!' she yelled. To no avail
she quickly saw more fists and more kicks battering her
poor companion.

Large parts of Craig's face were now purple, his lips
badly cracked, his shirt torn. Left lying semiconscious
in a puddle of red, Craig's vision became blurry. He
struggled to keep his eyes open. His vision alternating
from a state of hazy confusion to total darkness. He
could barely make out the figures surrounding him. In
complete confusion, he felt his hair being grasped by a
strong hand. His head was roughly jolted upwards as he
felt other hands grabbing his wrists and ankles. He was
lifted up, almost without effort, by three of the wild
thugs. They began to head towards the long corridor.

As Craig was dragged away, he tried to raise his
wounded head. With red trickling and his vision
deteriorating, he struggled to understand what was
happening. He looked towards the bar counter. He could
see the broad shoulders of the large crowd. The blacks
were cheering wildly and laughing unhinged. He suddenly
caught a glimpse of Sheila's face amidst the crowd. His
heart missed a beat.

He saw a huge black hand powerfully wrapped around her
mouth. With terror invading her entire body, Sheila's
eyes darted frantically back and forth as she
desperately tried to free her self. As he was dragged
away, Craig's visual was interrupted by the hectic
movements of the crowd. When he caught a second glimpse
he saw one of the larger blacks violently holding
Sheila from behind. His gargantuan left hand covering
her face whilst his bulky right arm was powerfully
wrapped around her waist. The savage blacks started to
jeer like naturals as the large negro squeezed his right
arm deeper into her tummy. Sheila's voluptuous breasts
quickly expanded, stretching her blouse, as if they had
been pumped.

As her skimpy blouse struggled to contain her large
bosoms, another negro approached her with a pocket
knife held loosely amongst his chunky fingers. Craig's
vision was once again covered by the crowd. Petrified
by what he had just seen, he started to struggle,
kicking and jerking. ­He was dropped to the ground.
Instantly, he turned his head back towards Sheila. As
the crowd opened up, he saw a large negro's tongue
powerfully invading Sheila's mouth, sweeping deep
inside.

The white woman's eyes, nonetheless, focused downwards,
towards her chest. Her pupils dilating, she appeared to
be panicking. In fact, her skimpy blouse was barely
covering her large breasts, as all but one of her small
buttons had been removed. The small pocket knife easily
approached her neck. It ran slowly over her flesh, down
past her silver necklace and then further down, towards
the last button of her blouse. Craig was once again
lifted up. In a final struggle, he looked back towards
the bar. He got a final glimpse of Sheila. In
desperation, he saw her arms aggressively pulled out to
her sides. The black man behind her now keeping her
firmly immobilized as his right arm aggressively
squeezed her tummy.

For a split second, Craig saw two large hands
ferociously grasping at Sheila's blouse as if to pull
it open. The thick hands clasped the blouse just below
the collar. Craig looked ahead incredulous.

Suddenly, he saw the large black hands violently rip
Sheila's blouse wide open. Immediately, the white
woman's huge breasts tumred out. Billowing outwards,
they swayed from left to right revealing a pair of
surprisingly swollen, milky nipples. The deranged
blacks stared ahead at her beautiful breasts. They
tremred, plump and ripe. Her thick nipple-heads
heaving outwards.

As Sheila's bosoms swayed gently, her protruding
nipples met with the surrounding atmosphere, they began
to harden. The black man behind her temporarily
loosened his grasp on her waist. Her tummy slowly
retracted as her chest expanded. Her eyes flickering,
Sheila gasped for air. With her entire body trembling,
her heaving breasts bounced up and down. As her tummy
went in and out, her swollen nipples got harder and
harder. Sheila's shuddering breasts were now totally
exposed.

As the crazed blacks closed around her, Craig was once
again lifted. As his head flopped, his vision turned to
darkness. He was almost ***. ­A few yards away
from the door, he struggled one final time. In vain.
­He was unable to lift his head. With red dripping
from his face, he suddenly heard some desperate
screams. With all his energy, he tried to lift his
head.

Sheila screamed in terror, 'No!!' Craig lifted his head
one last time, he focused on the crowd. His vision was
completely covered. Suddenly, a small gap opened,
allowing a partial view. Craig tried to adjust his
focus. He was shocked, he caught a glimpse of the back
of a negro's head.

Suddenly, the head moved to one side. It revealed a
devastating scenario one of Sheila's large breasts, in
fact, was being squeezed and fondled by a big black
hand. A long thick tongue soon rolled out and within a
fraction of a second, one of Sheila's swollen nipples
and almost a quarter of her large breast were being
ferociously sucked in by the negro. Craig looked ahead
incredulous. He saw his companion's milky breast being
sucked in deeper and deeper as the black man's saliva
dribred down her slender tummy, now drawing in and out
even faster.

Sheila's breathing grew deeper and heavier. Another
black hand aggressively cupped and massaged as much of
Sheila's fleshy mounds as it could. Her face was
petrified. She was teary-eyed, with the large black
hand still cupping her chin and mouth.

As the ferocious sucking continued, Sheila's nipples
became harder and harder. They protruded out, on full
display, for every negro to watch. Sheila looked down
at her breasts being manhandled with such cruelty.
Utter offense now overwhelmed her. She was
completely helpless, totally surrounded by the fierce
crowd. Looking down at her, their eyes focused on her
exposed breasts, now shuddering totally unrestrained.

Her hardened nipples attracted the vulgar laughter of
the blacks. Her breasts swaying in front of everyone,
she appeared totally degraded. Feeling his heart in his
throat, Craig watched the crowd close up one last time.
His vision deteriorating, it suddenly turned to
darkness he was ***.

Craig's bruised head began to ache badly. His heart
thumped away in what seemed to be a hollow chest, his
stomach gurgled violently. He looked up at Mbuji, 'Are
you saying that right now, she could already be, dead?'
'Is very possible.' replied the big Senegalese. 'I ask
you question is the white woman have good body?' 'Well,
yes, she does.' Craig replied innocently. 'And this
bar, when you go, is it full or no full?'

'I can't remember that well. It was quite dark, but
yeah it was pretty full.'

'In this case, there is chance woman is still be alive.
But, is maybe better for her if she dead!' Craig's
disarray increased. 'What do you mean?' he said
nervously. Mbuji continued without mercy, 'Very easy.
The more the woman have good body and the more the
black man there is, this mean that your lady is left
alive for much longer time. If they pushing the penis
into her holes they are not slit the throat.'

Craig's desperation turned to numbness. Unable to move,
he stared down at his ripped trousers. Mbuji appeared
completely untroured. He resumed his severe lecture,
'But, like I say, if she dead or she still live, it no
matter. You best if you leave straight away.'

'But Sheila,' Craig was vulgarly interrupted. 'FORGET
HER!' yelled the big man. ­His patience clearly
weakening. 'Look, even if she left alive, she left for
only one thing and this is: to be fuck by the blacks.
Because is white is could make her very much precious.
If no *******ed, it is very sure she passed around many
different gangs of men. Like I say. If you no want to
die. You leave here and no ever come back.' Craig
slowly tried to regain strength. He stared out into the
pitch-blackness looking for a solution. He rubbed the
back of his neck before turning to Mbuji, 'What about
the police?' he said unconvinced.

Mbuji appeared suddenly amused. He brought his large
black hand to the review mirror and motioned it towards
Craig. 'Huh. Please, you look again at color of you
skin. You forget you are white man. You just no
understand anything!' Craig was once again puzzled.
'The police here is all corrupt. All corrupt. The
haves, the prostitute. The militaries they involved in
everything. Also very much they hate the white. You go
to them, you never see you home again. You tell them
what is happen, they laugh at you. You end up with
other twenty blacks men in small primister room. They lock
door and throw away key.'

Craig's reaction was quashed. Mbuji continued, 'Like I
say, you want to live, then you leave here as fast you
can.' Craig sank into contemplation. After a time of
silence, he turned to the black man. 'Listen, I hear
what you say, but, I can't. I just can't I can't leave,
not without even trying to find Sheila. Whether she's
dead or alive, I've got to find her. I must.'

Mbuji's eyes sharpened and his lips thinned. His facade
becoming more and more unreliable. The black man
started to appear calmer. He looked at Craig in a
condescending way. His cigarette dangling loosely from
his fat pink lips. A devious grin lurked behind the
smoke as it left his thick mouth. His intentions were
not yet obvious. He turned to Craig in a patronizing
manner. 'Okay. If you decide like this is you choice.
If want, perhaps I can help.' Craig looked at Mbuji
with growing hope. He appeared grateful, 'You would?'

'I know this place well. If I no help, you definitely
get self *******ed.'

'Okay, so what's the first thing we should do?' 'We?
No, no. You listen me. Is best if you no come anywhere.
You white, remember?' Craig heeded the admonishment.
'Look, I take you back to hotel. You stay there. Lock
door and wait for morning.'

'And what about you?'

'Tonight I go around, ask people if they see or hear
about woman. I come to hotel if I know anything. If no,
I come tomorrow morning.'

With a burning sense of despair, Craig was silenced. He
considered the situation. His mind torturing itself as
it scouted for a possible solution. The white man was
lost. Disorientated. Without hope or expectancy.
Reluctantly, he accepted the black man's offer. The car
engine started up. The headlights beamed out beyond the
scrappy metal, past the old railway line and into the
eerie fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.

Bruised and battered, Craig opened his hotel room door.
Past the threshold, he closed the door, crossed the
chain and bolted the door. ­He turned around and looked
ahead. Staring right back, the empty room mirrored the
void now deep inside of him. The clock on the wall
read: 02:32 hrs.

Craig approached the bed with a weak limp. As he
lowered himself onto the mattress, his head sank into
his lap. He gently covered his head with his bruised
hands before closing his eyes. The room's window led
out into the savage darkness of the night. Craig began
to sniffle. His lonely figure trembling, he whispered
to himself, 'Sheila, please forgive me.'

CHAPTER 4

Mbuji's tacky old car fetishd forward, down a dark and
bumpy street. It pulled up slowly, stopping next to a
rubbish container. It's lights gradually faded out as
the engine ceased. The vehicle's door opened with a
screech. A scruffy brown leather sandal, wrapped around
an enormous black man's foot, touched the ground. The
imposing foot was covered in dust. It's impressive
dimensions spreading out heavily onto the ground: it's
thick, bulky toes had dirty, ragged nails whilst it's
harsh, yellowish soul spread up from beneath the
scruffy sandal.

The huge, impervious figure of Mbuji stood tall next to
his car. His monolithic upper arms on display as he
scratched his rugged face. He looked ahead as if
staring at something. Beyond his bulky shoulders an old
sign hung undisturbed on a tacky wall. The sign read:
'Nwufoa Niger.' Mbuji's eyes sharpened. He started to
walk towards the local. To his right, the old alleyway.
It was now empty. Mbuji took a quick glimpse down it
before entering the local.

Once inside, he was presented with a very quiet and
lifeless environment. The local was almost completely
empty apart from a lonely takes slumped in one corner
and the barman smoking a cigarette behind the counter.
Mbuji approached him slowly and offered his huge,
callous palm. He shook hands with the bartender as a
spark glittered in his eyes. Slumped in the corner, the
takesard downed his last gulp. Sedated, he stared
lazily at the mighty stature of the black man who had
just entered. With the spirit polluting his mind, the
takes was struck by the staggering height and ponderous
frame of the huge Senegalese.

He watched the pair talk. After a while he saw a few
smiles amongst the two. Mbuji used the barman's
cigarette to light a smoke of his own; the barkeeper
quickly flipping the top off a bottle and pouring a
take for them both. At ease, Mbuji moved closer. He
suddenly asked the black man what appeared to be a
specific question.

Immediately, the bartender erupted into mischievous
laughter. His eyes glowing, he started gesticulating.
As his arms waved in curves, he formed the shape of an
hourglass. He brought his hands to his chest mimicking
the forms of a woman's breasts. Mbuji quickly asked a
second question. A lurid smile soon grew on the
barman's face. He stooped forward as if wanting to
whisper something to the large Senegalese. He patted
one of Mbuji's shoulders and began to whisper in his
ear.

The barman's face became noticeably serious. He
appeared to tell Mbuji some vital information. Mbuji's
bloated lips thinned, his face straightened. His throat
retracted as he swallowed the moistness building up in
his mouth. The bartender moved away slightly. He winked
cunningly at Mbuji. Mbuji leaned forward and asked a
final question. The barman once again used his hands.
His right arm swayed from left to right, like a fish in
the mud, as if giving Mbuji some kind of road
indications.

Mbuji's eyes didn't flicker once as they carefully took
the indications. His face becoming tense, his eyes
glittering, his nostrils flaring. He stared intensely
at the bartender before nodding his head in agreement.
The big Senegalese ran his thick, yellowish palm over
his sweaty shaved head. His cigarette dampened by his
wet lips, the bartender eyeballed Mbuji with an
implicit smile. Mbuji used his big left hand to remove
the sweat now gathered on his ungroomed moustache
before grinning back at the bartender. He saluted him.
He moved backwards very slowly and cunningly turned
around. Appeased, he headed towards the exit.

*

Half an hour later, Mbuji was staring through the
blurry glass of his car's unwiped window. The vehicle
was in motion. It's irregular movements following a
bumpy surface of some kind. As its headlights zoomed
out into the dark night, the car approached an aging
concrete bridge. Its pillars plastered in graffiti, the
old bridge overshadowed a pile of rubble heaped below
it broken bricks, scraps of metal, an old bicycle frame
without wheels. There were torn newspapers brownietered
across the floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal
pipes. Nearby, the remains of what could have been a
dog, splattered on the ground in a redy mess, now a
feasting spot for hundreds of flies and moths.

As the car motioned beneath the old bridge, Mbuji's
large arms began turned the steering wheel to the
right. The car gradually exited from under the bridge
and started to move down an old lane. It took a left
and then a right; its cranky movements echoing in the
darkness. As it proceeded ahead, the vehicle entered an
extremely rough looking, abandoned area.

There were residues of a burnt down car, now
overturned. Looking around himself, Mbuji was presented
with large, secluded buildings hidden behind the
crumbling, unused bridges. There were old sheds, only a
few feet tall, next to solid concrete constructions.
The bigger structures were two or three floors high,
without windows or lights, surrounded by puddles of
sewer waters.

The car headlights beamed out over large segments of
what used to be an old warehouse. The sections now
collapsed into a heavy heap of aluminum sheets, steal
beams and tangled barbwire. There were old copper pipes
leaking, with a nasty brownish fluid running to the
ground as it met with pieces of dampened cardboard and
broken glass. As darkness engulfed the area, random
shadows suddenly moved in the distance.

Mbuji looked slightly to his left; he saw the
flickering light of what could have been a burning
bonfire. Its glow fluttering amidst the tacky walls of
the old buildings. He proceeded ahead. Moving forwards
down a much bumpier track, he started to encounter an
array of tacky old cars parked here and there. Their
windows smashed, their frameworks badly scratched and
dented.

As he turned left, Mbuji was suddenly faced with the
burning bonfire. Its wood sizzled up into the night.
Focusing on the wild fire, he saw a number of heavy
shadows spreading out; up across the old building walls
and down across the floor in front of them. He took a
better look. He saw an intimidating group of black men,
huddled around the burning fire. ­Puffs of smoke left
their mouths as rolled up cigarettes nested lightly
amongst their thick fingers.

One of the large blacks had an extremely visible,
colorful vest stretched over his broad chest. It almost
glowed in the darkness. There were three vertical
colors striped together. A bright green stripe followed
by a red one and then a yellow. The middle stripe bore
a small yellow star above which some block letters
spread out wide. They read CAMEROON. Mbuji observed the
crowd of immigrants. He appeared far from surprised.

As the car proceeded ahead, the portentous gang of
blacks monitored the vehicle. Their interest deflated
rapidly as they soon realized it was just another rough
looking negro heading down the track that night. The
car came to a slow halt. It stopped in the vicinity of
a second concrete bridge, this one tackier than the
first. Once again, large mounds of rubble nested
beneath the bridge. There was another small fire, this
time burning at ground level. It gave light to three
black men crouched around it.

They perched awkwardly on overturned boxes and large
stones. Mbuji turned off the engine. The car lights
immediately faded out. His eyes studied the three men
lazily squatted around the flame. He saw them passing
something around; their heads tilted forward as their
shoulders drooped. He scouted the nasty features of a
dirty syringe needle.

Hardly stunned, Mbuji moved his attention away from the
junkies. He spotted a number of old scooters nudged up
against a tacky wire fence. He then saw a fresh row of
brassy cars crammed together. The parked vehicles slept
undisturbed in the shadows. The rusty fence surrounded
an overgrown field preceding a large concrete building,
barely visible in the darkness. An abandoned edifice of
some kind, half of one of its sidewalls was barely
standing. Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and
rubbish, the dark and seemingly deserted building stood
a few floors high; almost completely hidden behind the
old bridge. It was, without doubt, a chilling location.

The silence of the eerie area was suddenly disturbed. A
group of rowdy blacks slowly began to approach. There
were five of them. They appeared exalted. They
aggressively scrunched up some empty beer cans and
threw them into the rubbish nearby. They appeared
significantly appeased with themselves. Mbuji followed
their movements in the darkness. He watched them
approach the tacky old fence. The five blacks pulled at
the wire.

They revealed a hole in the rusty enclosure. They soon
stretched it open and moved through it one by one, in
to the overgrown field. After the last black has passed
through the hole, another man started moving through it
from the opposite direction. He was followed by three
other blacks, also leaving the overgrown field. Their
faces hauled huge grins. They laughed wildly and began
to head away from the derelict building, towards the
three junkies slumped around the fire.

As they moved closer, Mbuji's heavy arm thrust out of
his window. He called one of the men over. The black
man stopped and looked down at the large Senegalese
squelched inside his tacky old car. Mbuji's head
motioned towards the old building. He appeared to be
asking a question. The rugged man, blatantly
excited, burst into a rapacious laughter. He
brought his thick hand towards his trousers and
aggressively cupped his groin.

His tongue dangled loosely from his lips. His eyes
rolled madly as if he were in a state of total delight.
The man turned around and faced the rusty old fence. He
stared emphatically at the creepy old building before
letting out a powerful yell of gratification. He
started to move his hips back and forth, simulating the
act of anal sex. He then stood upright and brought his
hand to the height of his waist. He spread his large
hand out in front of him as if he were holding
someone's head. His waist movement resumed. He began to
simulate the act of oral sex. Once more, he yelled in
ecstasy.

Mbuji stretched his head further out the window; he
asked another question. The man before him pointed
towards the rusty old fence. He blurted out some words,
and sniggered before heading back towards the other
junkies.

CHAPTER 5

Mbuji followed the men round the corner. He was
presented with a dark corridor. It was crowded with
heavy clusters of blacks. They were bare-chested, their
shiny black skin, soaked in sweat, glistened beneath a
twitching light bulb overhead. The herd of blacks faced
a small entrance to what appeared to be a tacky old
room. The size of a jail cell, the steamy chamber was
filled to the brim, overflowing with intimidating
negros elbowing each other ferociously, trying to gain
entrance.

Studying the sweaty crowd, Mbuji heard another
desperate cry, 'NO!! Please.' As Mbuji listened, he saw
two Negros, fighting their way past the mob, trying to
exit the dingy room. As they came forward, Mbuji could
see that they were completely naked. As their powerful
black bodies breezed forward soaked in sweat, their
swollen penises swung from left to right snakelike.

Mbuji looked ahead with violence, his pupils dilating,
his nostrils flaring. His large frame trudged forward
as he started to mingle with the herd of blacks. He
used his heavy shoulders and impressive height to slice
through the crowd. Once inside, he scouted his
surroundings. The negros were crammed together in
concentric circles, facing the centre of the room.
Mbuji suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be
the wooden legs of a scrappy old worktable nested
beneath a dangling light bulb. Moving closer to the
inner circles, he soon realized that the majority of
the blacks were completely naked.

­Beneath the flickering light, he could see heavy
shoulders dripping in sweat, bulking biceps, naked
thighs, glistening round bottoms and a daunting
alignment of long, thick penises dangling viciously
amidst in the shadows. Mbuji was only a few feet away
from the center. The desperate female groans were now
imminent. He nudged his way forward; the crowd
gradually opened up. Mbuji was halted. Stunned,
incredulous.

Before him a barbaric scenario: a white woman spread-
eagled across the table. Her body had been stripped. It
was naked. Completely naked. Ransacked, her flesh
glistened beneath the dangling light.

Sweltering amidst the crowd, Sheila's delicate body
dripped in sweat. Smooth and oily, she wriggled and
squirmed in desperation. Her wrists and ankles clasped
savagely by black hands; her shiny legs stretched
obscenely wide, her hairy pussy gaping open a scene of
absolute degradation.

A thick hand suddenly clasped her neck, wedging her
throat. She wiggled in despair as her greasy body was
sladyed: dozens of black hands swarmed over her silk
like body, running their yellow palms in every crack,
cranny and crevice. ­She could feel palms slewing over
her breasts, sliding down her thighs, stroking her
legs, rubbing her tummy, fondling her groin. Tongues.
Many. Long and thick, licking at her feet, slurping at
her ankles. Fleshy African lips viciously sucking her
nipples. Her amazing nipples; juicy and stiff, they
were like milk oozing jellybeans. The blacks couldn't
get enough of them. Taking it in turns, they stooped
down over her wriggling body and viciously suckled at
her swollen breasts.

Pushing in front of Mbuji, an umpteenth negro trudged
forward, totally naked and with his swollen dick
swaying before him. He stroked Sheila's calves and,
with lustful eyes, spread her legs even wider. He
suddenly restrained however. He felt a huge, callous
hand spread out over his shoulder. He turned with
surprise. Mbuji leered down at him. Overpowering,
incensed. The huge Senegalese puffed out his enormous
frame and snarled down with anger, it was HIS turn. The
black man lowered his head and moved aside. Mbuji was
indeed a beast of a man. He squinted around menacing,
he needed more space.

The others stepped back. He gazed down at the tender
white flesh sprawled out in front of him. Sheila looked
up in a dreamlike state. His shadow towered over her.
As the others moved back, the white woman's wrists and
ankles were released. Mbuji grabbed her hand and jolted
her to her feet. The white woman was head rushed. She
stood there completely naked, shuddering, in shock.
Dripping in sweat, with her swollen breasts shivering,
her nipples hardening and with sticky white fluid
trickling down her thighs.

The big Senegalese gawked around tenaciously. Dog eat
dog. The crowd would have to wait for their turn. He
eyeballed Sheila in a threatening way. He raised his
lumbering arm and grasped her by the throat. He
squeezed just enough. ­Sheila's face went pale. He
whispered a warning in her ear, 'If you no do what I
tell you, I ******* you right here!' Sheila tremred.
Terrified, shook up. She reluctantly nodded her head.
The huge black man whispered some more, 'Get on your
knees.' Sheila blinked frantically. Her eyes sifted
over his body. ­The huge black man standing in front of
her was one of the biggest individuals she had ever
seen. She mirrored his stare. She was petrified.

Shivering and with her breasts swaying tenderly, Sheila
lowered herself to the floor. Once on her knees, she
looked up. Embarrassed, she looked down. The crowd
gathered around and chuckled in anticipation. Mbuji
brought his thick callous hand to her chin and with his
yellowish palm nudged her head up. Sheila stared ahead.
Directly in front of her, the prominent bulge
protruding from his cotton trousers. Mbuji smirked,
then turned severe once again. He brought his bulky
hands to waist and started to unfasten his belt. Sheila
couldn't help but tremble.

Mbuji's pants were suddenly lowered. Beneath them, the
sweaty fabric of his white briefs clung to his groin.
As his trousers dropped to his knees, Sheila jaw almost
dropped to the floor. She looked ahead confused,
astonished. The big man's clammy underwear adhered to a
somewhat 'abnormal' bulk. It was big. Very big. Indeed,
she could detect the huge shape of a twitching phallus,
bigger than any she had ever seen or imagined before.
Mbuji didn't waist any time, he plunged his thick,
callous fingers beneath the clammy cotton fabric as if
he were fishing for an eel.

With a sudden, abrupt movement, he unleashed his veiny
black monster. It drooped heavy and sullen, lumbering
like a swollen python. Sheila's heart missed a beat.
Before her the enormous schlong swayed back and forth,
magictic, with it's enormous, purple bell wavering up
and down. As thick as a soda can, it staggered, mule
like, halfway down his thighs, bouncing jittery above
an obnoxious pair of heavy black balls. Sheila looked
around in dismay. The musty room was engulfed with
cheers. The white woman was in serious trouble now.
Mbuji lowered his stare and cupped her chin, 'You suck.
Very deep.' he ordered.

Sheila's spine tingled. Her toes clinched. ­Her mouth
was dry. She wanted to cry but had no tears left. Mbuji
squeezed his hand. 'DO IT!!' he yelled. Sheila stooped
forward. She brought her trembling hands to the base of
his hairy scrotum. She cupped his stiffening pocket
before slowly running her fingers under his veiny,
prominent rod. It was warm, slewing but rock hard. She
tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn't make her
fingers meet. Mbuji tilted his head back as flowed to
his lumbering penis.

Sheila squeezed harder, she could feel his pulse. She
brought her head closer and opened her mouth. The
enormous phallus pecked at her lips. ­She could taste
its salty juices already oozing. Mbuji lowered his
stare. He eyeballed the shivering white woman and
clasped her head. Without warning, he thrust his body
forward. The massive black schlong was now embedded at
the back of Sheila's throat. ­She squirmed, helplessly.
Unable to breath, unable to disgorge.

Without mercy, Mbuji started to face-fuck the powerless
woman; his monstrous rod grinding inside her mouth, his
sticky fluids trickling down her chin. Pulling at her
hair. Sheila buckled under, she tried her best to
satisfy him. She started to suck. Deeper. And deeper.
She slurped, she dribred. Her fingers ran over his
bulky thighs then made their way to his balls. She
cupped them, she fondled them. She moved her open palms
to his muscley, pert buttocks, she stroked them, she
squeezed them. Mbuji groaned with pleasure.

She gradually moved her hands back to his veiny shaft.
She clasped it and rubbed thoroughly. Her tongue
lolled, and her lips sucked. Deeper, harder. Mbuji was
in a state of ecstasy. He lowered his huge frame and
brought his massive arm to her side. He started to
fondle her delicate breasts. He cupped them and heaved
them upwards. He twiddled his fingers around her
nipples. He suddenly grinned, they were getting harder.
And harder. Could she be enjoying this?

His hips started to thrust faster and faster. Harder
and harder. Sheila closed her eyes. She couldn't take
it any longer. The big black man powered on. Stretching
her delicate lips, pounding her quivering tongue.
Deeper and deeper. Faster. Harder. He suddenly grabbed
the back of her head and jolted it back. His sticky
warm fluid squirted everywhere, over her face, in her
hair. It trickled down her chin, drooled onto her
trembling breasts before nesting in her thighs. Sheila
tried to gasp for air. She couldn't, her mouth was
full. Mbuji squeezed his clasp around her neck. Her
lips quivered as she slowly gulped it down. She had
just swallowed his warm cream.

The big man wiped his sweaty forehead and grinned
masterful. He leered down at her and cupped her chin.
He licked his lips and once again, grabbed the white
woman by her arm and jolted her up to her feet. He
suddenly gripped Sheila by the waist, lifted her up and
tilted her over his shoulder. He began to twirl her
around. The white woman's head was now dangling to the
floor. With her buttocks nested over his shoulder,
Mbuji brought his heavy fingers towards her bottom. He
pried her sweaty cheeks wide open both her holes were
now on full display. The jeering crowd moved in for a
better look. Sheila was in a state of utter
degradation.

Her body was hoisted up, closer to the light. She
Suddenly felt herself being fondled. A swarm of black
fingers had begun intruding her most private parts. She
was mortified. Totally humiliated, Sheila felt her anus
being levered open. Mbuji stuck his middle finger in
deep. He grimaced without mercy. He then moved his
fingers to her gaping vagina. Mumbling away to the
others, he seemed to be checking if she was 'dry' or
not. She wasn't. As a matter of fact, the helpless
white woman was absolutely drenched. The crowd roared
like naturals. Sheila was now in a state of utter and
absolute embarrassment. With red flowing down to her
head, she began to sniffle. Her tears soon trickled to
the dusty floor. ­She was absolutely mortified,

Her naked bottom, paraded around obscenely, had
unveiled a daunting truth. The white woman had
apparently enjoyed what had just happened. The
sniggering negros could hardly believe it and, deep
down, neither could she.

Craig looked down in despair. Who were these people, he
thought. What on Earth did they have in mind? The
Africans towered over him, each with a slick grin.

Mbuji brought his chunky left hand to the white man's
cheek. He pinched it in a patronizing way, before
snatching the photo from his hand. He stepped back and
took another good look at the picture.

The two girls stared back at him. Their tender flesh on
display. Their morbid curves glowing in front of the
sunset. Their perky bosoms supported by pink and yellow
bras. They smiled back at him as if belonging to a
remote paradise. He eyeballed Craig once again, 'I give
you five days!'

It was an order and it bore no mercy. 'Five days? Five
days to do what?' blurted Craig. 'You have five days,'
repeated Mbuji, 'Five days should be plenty. You have
time to give self a clean up, arrange plane tickets,
contacts girls and make arrive at airport. Saturday.'
'Saturday?'

'That right. The girls to be at Lagos airport by
Saturday. If no, you and you woman, ' once again he
brought the rugged knife to his throat. He reminded
Craig that it could be their last day.

'But,' Craig tried to expel some words. In vain. Mbuji
patted him on the shoulder, handed him a scruffy note
and moved towards the door, shadowed by his savage
associates. 'You phone me on this number when all
arranged. I give you other instruction then.'

Craig took the piece of paper. He took a deep breath,
folded the note within his trembling fingers and
watched the blacks leave.

Little did he know the blackmail had just begun.

Another day beckoned. The new day came and passed in a
breath.

Holding the receiver, Craig's hand started to shiver.
He gazed at the orange sunset, radiating an innocent
beauty behind the ugly urban buildings. As he dialed
the international number, his mind numbed. His thoughts
had suddenly gone AWOL. What am I supposed to say, he
thought to himself.

'I can't. I just can't!' he blurted out, ready to place
the receiver back down. 'Hello.' a young voice suddenly
answered.

'Uh,, Hello?' Craig uttered, fumbling with the phone,
surprised to hear a voice. 'Who is this?' the young
woman asked curiously. Craig listened intently. He was
hesitant, out of synch. Anxiety set in as the long-
distance line crackled. Jenny waited on the other side
of the pond. 'It's Craig.' he said nervously.

'Oh, Hi Craig! Great to hear from you.' ­she replied.
'How are you both?' Her words immediately opening a
dark void. Both? he thought to himself.

'Listen Jenny, is Cristina there with you?' Craig
immediately intervened. 'No she's out. Is everything
Okay? You sound a little shaky.'

The young woman was miles away, but Craig felt
instantly cornered. He continued hesitantly, 'Nothing,
it's just that, I would have liked to have spoken to
you both that's all.'

Jenny's tone lowered as a shade of anxiety appeared to
creep in. 'Is everything alright? Where's Mum?'
Dragging the phone to the center of the room, Craig
lowered himself onto the bed. He ran his fingers
through his sweaty hair. 'Listen Jenny, are you
sitting?'

'Why?' she countered apprehensively. 'Please, just sit.
There's something I need to tell you.'

'Okay, I'm sitting. What on Earth is going on?' she
replied.

'It's a long story but there's been an accident and...'

'And WHAT?!'

'...and your lady, she, she was involved.'

'Oh my God!' yelled Jenny.

'But listen, I'm taking care of her.' Jenny's voice
quivered; she stumred to get her words out, 'But how?
When? and where is she now?'

The time had come. Craig commenced the ultimate crock
of lies, devising a devilish tale. He spoke of an old
jeep speeding off-road. The impact with the tree, The
emergency airlift to the hospital, He proceeded to
explain how Sheila was in an African infirmary.
Supposedly she was getting better, nonetheless was
unable to speak on the phone. With each deceiving word,
Craig could envisage Mbuji's grinning face, his flick-
knife glistening, his fat lips swelling.

Father like, he asked the young girl not to worry,
'Everything's gonna be okay Jenny,' he assured her.

Jenny had remained in silence throughout the chronicle.
In shock. She eventually gained some strength. She
questioned Craig about her lady's recovery. 'How long
will it take?' she asked.

Craig's voice suddenly tensed, his performance cranked
up a notch, ready for the *******, 'Listen, Jen. I want to
be frank with you. The Doctors have informed me that it
could take some time. Your lady's conditions aren't
that simple. Right now she is using a pen and a pad to
communicate with me and...'

'Oh, Mum,' sighed the young woman. The time had come,
Craig thought, 'I was thinking that maybe, you and your
sister, could...'

'Could what?'

'Well, you know, could come over and stay by her side.
She needs you. Both of you.'

In a state of dismay, Jenny nodded her aching head. As
if twirling down a dark tunnel, she rubbed her temple
and closed her eyes, confused. After a moment's
silence, she breathed into the phone, 'Uh, yes. You're
probably right.' Craig ranged in. 'Listen, you don't
have to worry about flights and accommodation. I have
my American Express with me and I can arrange for you
and your sister to be here by the end of the week. I
can pick you up at the Lagos Airport.

Naomi knuckled under. 'Okay. Listen, I'll need speak to
Christina. I'll explain the whole story to her.'

'Try to be gentle with her.' Craig replied
diabolically.

'Of course. I'll find the right words. Well, I'll try.'

'Your lady will be so pleased when she sees you
both.' 'I know. Please tell her to be strong.'

'I will.'

'Did you say Lagos?' Naomi asked confused. Geography
had never been her forte. She knew that Africa was
somewhere across the ocean. To describe its shape or
exact position however would have been arduous for her,
let alone know its states or cities.

'Yes. It's in Nigeria.' replied Craig, as if that would
help her, slumped on his bed, he suddenly straightened
his back. 'It's absolutely simmering over here!' he
continued with new found energy. 'So make sure you
bring your summer clothes. Shorts and sandals.
Understood?'

Analyzing his words, Craig didn't know why he had felt
the need to underline that to the young girl. Thinking
twice however, it became obvious to him. No longer
surprised by his body reactions, he suddenly felt a
heavy twitch beneath his clammy pants. Subconsciously,
he started to picture the young woman in a skimpy top
and clinging shorts his fresh erection grew
unrestrained.

'Okay, so how shall we leave things?' asked Jenny.

Baffled by the flow of red to his genitals, Craig
replied with a moist tongue, 'Give me a day to book the
tickets and then I'll call you with the flight numbers
and departure times.'

'Okay Craig, I'll wait for the call.'

'I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye for now.'

'Bye then.'

Craig placed down the receiver. His left hand drooped
down to his groin. His swollen phallus had been
twitching throughout the entire conversation. He rubbed
it. He could feel its veins pulsing. The white man
slumped back down, stretching out on the bed. Gazing up
at the scrubby ceiling, he viciously tugged down his
underwear. His hardened rod sprung up. Craig gave in to
his devious thoughts he couldn't hold back any further.
He closed his eyes in presentation to his alter ego. The
truth had finally beckoned. Who was he kidding, he
thought to himself. He knew exactly what kind of fate
would expect the two girls if they were to set foot in
such a Godforsaken place.

Craig's mind instantly recurred an array of deviant
fantasies. The images flowed without surcease. Jenny
and her younger sister Christina, their bodies,
beautiful young bodies, firm, tanned and smooth, amidst
dozens of negros. Well hung, muscley and merciless. He
could see the white girls' flesh vulgarly exposed,
their flimsy clothes ripped off, powerful black rods
invading their most private parts. Craig nested his
head back, inhaled deep and allowed his throbbing penis
to squirt out its warm, sticky cream, flooding the
sheets and dingy mattress.

CHAPTER EIGHT

'I hope you have good news!' ­droned Mbuji, on the
other end of the phone. It was Saturday. Craig replied
with a tingling, nervous voice. 'They'll be arriving at
3.00 p.m. I'll be picking them up at the airport.'

'Very good!' 'So now what do I do?' asked Craig. Mbuji
sniggered maliciously, 'Well, you will have to do
exactly what I say. I come over to hotel now. I explain
everything. Is understand?'

'Okay, I'll wait for you here,' the white man's shivery
voice countered. 'You remember good, you no follow my
instruction and you never see you woman again, is
understand?' Mbuji's warning sunk in like a promise.
His control was ironclad.


As flight 2745W hovered over the bustling city of
Lagos, Jenny and her younger sister Christina peered
through their steamed up window in a feeble attempt to
get a glimpse of their final destination. Africa was
just beneath them. It lay below like a closed book,
full of mysteries and hidden dangers.

As the old aircraft prepared for landing, the two girls
nervously held hands. Jenny tried to console her
anxious sister, 'Don't worry Christina, everything will
be fine. Just think of Mum. She'll be so relieved when
she see us.'

'I just hope Craig is there waiting for us when we
arrive. It looks awfully busy down there. Look at all
the traffic.' 'I'm sure he is. replied Jenny, 'He cares
so much about Mum and, besides, it was nice of him to
pay for the tickets. ­He said he would be there to pick
us up, so don't worry.'


From the busy airport terminal, Craig watched the plane
gradually come to a halt. As its passengers debarked,
he studied them very carefully. Suddenly, he caught a
glimpse of two white girls descending the impromptu
stairway. ­Surrounded by a dense crowd of black people,
they looked ahead, confused.

Unhindered, Craig's eyes immediately floated towards
their clothes. ­They were now in Africa, but it seemed
the two girls had naively forgotten about it. They wore
shorts and sandals and their upper bodies were nested
in slinky, tight clinging tops. There couldn't possibly
be any cultural difference between home and this 'other
place' called Africa. ­They strolled ahead at ease
unaware of the many stares they had already caught from
a number of black men fronting the airport terminal
window.

*

'Jenny! Christina! Over here,' shouted Craig as the two
girls left Customs. They promptly spotted the white man
and grinned over, acknowledging his presence. They
headed in his direction dragging their heavy suitcases.
As they moved closer, Craig subconsciously studied
their bodies. ­Jenny had taken the lead and the white
man could immediately feel his throat moistening as her
delicate and smooth skin moved closer into view. ­

She was a significantly tall and slender young woman.
In her early thirties, she had short blonde hair which
cut inwards and tucked delicately into her very pretty
face. She had beautiful white teeth, a petite mouth and
a small, pointed nose. ­Her legs were extremely long
and firm, crowned by a pair of gorgeously athletic
thighs. ­Her full body sported an enviable tan and
although her breasts were not that large and had just a
slight sag, they were extremely enticing, poking out
beautifully from beneath her clinging top.

Christina trailed behind. ­She too was blonde and very
tanned, however she was shorter than her sister and had
longer hair. Her figure was indeed very petite, but
very very arousing. Her thong sandals revealed a
delicate yet very sexy pair of feet. She was also very
pretty, but with a slightly sharper nose. Her mouth
very seductive, her lips tenuous but very tender. She
wore a skimpy skirt which clung lewdly to her backside
and floated above her knees. A skimpy white vest stuck
to her sexy torso revealing a firm pair of teets; not
oversized but they were slightly larger and heavier
than her sister's. Both girls were smoothly shaved and
their skin glistened a soft and very arousing
complexion.

Craig's heart began to drum. He had already noticed a
number of blacks staring at the white girls and thought
best to speed things up. With a frivolous tone, he
welcomed the two girls, 'Hi girls, how was your
flight?.'

'Very long, that's all I can say,' replied Jenny. She
moved closer and gave Craig a brief and innocent hug.
For just a fraction of a second, he got a warm feel of
her smooth and delicate skin. Christina soon switched
places with her sister and as she hugged Craig his
arousal grew further at the feel of her delicate
breasts pressing against his chest. The two girls
smelled so good. The white man struggled awkwardly. He
desperately tried to disguise the throbbing erection in
his pants.

'My car is waiting just outside,' he said, 'Can I carry
your suitcases for you?'

'No, that's okay, we've got them.' countered Jenny.

The girls seized their luggage and started to make
their way towards the exit. Trailing behind, the white
man could not avoid staring, down at their smooth,
silky legs.

As the rented vehicle made its way throughout he
bustling streets of central Lagos, the girls peered
outside their windows. Their faces bearing a sealed
degree of disappointment: they were expecting a
slightly more pleasant environment. Their surroundings
presented them with rubbish and squalor. ­Unclean
streets crossing sideways with tight alleyways. The
vehicle slugged forward at a walking pace and was
slowly swallowed up by the masses of black people
inundating the busy city center. 'It's very different
isn't it?' said Craig.

'Yes. There aren't many white people here are there?'
asked Christina. She looked very nervous in the rear
passenger seat. For some reamister black people had always
made her uncomfortable. Ever since she was a young, she
had been afraid of them. ­She had never even shook
hands with a black permister before and now here she was,
miles away from home and surrounded by masses of
'blackies' as she had once heard them called.

'No, this is Central Africa, it's very unlikely that
we'll meet any other whites whilst we're here.'
­replied Craig. Hearing the unwelcome words, the
younger woman carefully wound up window up, despite the
simmering heat.

'So where is Mum?' asked Jenny. 'She's at the hospital.
­We'll go and see her tomorrow. They have strict
visiting hours here. I've booked you a room each at my
hotel. ­We're heading there now. It's best if you both
get some rest. ­You've had a long journey.'

*

After seeing to Jenny, Craig ushered Christina into her
own hotel room. ­The old chamber had a feeble yet
disturbing pong. It had a stained deck and was losing
plaster in certain patches of its cracked sidewall.
Craig dunked her suitcase onto the bed; Christina moved
to the window to check out the view. There wasn't much
to see: ­a scabby, old building faced her room, nothing
more. The young woman didn't appear completely at ease.
'I know it's not the best,' said Craig, 'but there
weren't any other rooms left.'

Looking at the dingy side alleyway down below,
Christina tucked her hands beneath her arms and gave
herself a nervous embrace. 'Is Mum gonna be alright?'
she asked. 'I've been told that she'll be dismissed
within a week or two. We just need to be patient that's
all.'

The young girl moved towards her suitcase and unlatched
it. 'I can't wait to see her,' she uttered. 'I've been
so worried.'

'Listen, just take your time okay. Have some rest, take
a shower and we'll all go and see her tomorrow.' As the
deceiving words left his mouth, Craig couldn't help
drifting his gaze once again over the young blonde's
gorgeous little body. Again, he studied her delicate
feet, her smooth legs, her slim waist and her perky
little breasts.

Christina started to unpack her suitcase. She took out
some shorts and a couple of summer tops, then some
toiletries and some other perfumes. To Craig's
astonishment, she suddenly extracted a lacy pair of
white g-strings. Craig's throat moistened instantly at
the accidental sight of the young girl's underwear.
Once again, he began to eye her up and down. He
envisaged her intimately, wearing the sensual panties
beneath her clinging shorts.

'I think I'm going to take that shower,' she said
innocently; totally unsuspecting of the depraved
thoughts engulfing the white man standing only a few
feet away from her.

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Having A Black Baby


Life is strange to say the least. Take the situation
that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I
have been married almost seven years now, but out
relationship has changed more in the last six months
than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how
my present predicament began. I guess in a sense
everything that has happened to me has been my fault.

I should have left well enough alone, you see I'm
married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is
Linda and I've been with her ever since she was 16
years old. She had never known any other man but me and
that was fine with me. I'm a couple of years older than
Linda but not that much more experienced in sexual
matters than her. Linda was a virgin when we meet, and
I had only a couple of sexual experiences before
meeting my wife.

In any event, our sex life was fine for the first five
years and then in the next year, I noticed how it kind
of tailed off. I figured that I could improve our sex
life by having us both watch and get better sexually
educated by watching some porn flicks. At first Linda
was against it, but she relented and eventually she
seemed to actually like watching them. It did seem to
improve the frequency of our sex sessions but then
something interesting happened.

As Linda and I were watching a new porno flick I had
picked up, she seemed to be taking particular interest
in Peter North's large equipment as he filled some
women to the limit with it. The next scene showing a
black guy with his even bigger cock seemed to fascinate
her even more.

After the move was over, she asked me how long my cock
was. I told her it was about average and was almost 6
inches. To tell the truth it's more like 5 1/2" and
I've always been a little conscious of it being thin as
well as a little short, but because my wife had no
previous experience it never seemed to matter to her
before. But now she had seen these monster cocks on the
screen and she realized, of course, that they were
about double what I had. I realized I couldn't hide the
fact that mine was kinda puny from her any longer.

The subject didn't come up again for a couple of days
until Linda told me that she had heard that black men
all had such big cocks. I told her that I didn't think
they did and the black guys in the porno-flick were an
exception rather than a rule. She changed the topic and
I thought that was all there was to it. But somehow, I
had the feeling that she was still curious about the
size of black cock.

About a week later, I finished work early and left for
home knowing that my wife would be happy to see me home
early. When I got there I realized her friend, Jane,
who lives a couple of houses down from us was visiting.
As I entered the house they were so deeply into there
conversation that they didn't hear me come in. She'd
apparently been sipping wine with Jane almost all
afternoon and both girls were in a giggly mood. I was
about to announce myself, when I heard what they were
talking about. Jane was telling Linda that most black
men had really big cocks. Linda was fascinated but told
Jane she found that hard to believe and that I had said
that wasn't true. Jane say that she had a black friend
who could come over and prove it.

I expected Linda to reject her offer out of hand, but I
was surprised to hear my wife giggle and say, "Maybe I
should find out if it's true for myself, huh?" Her
curiosity and the wine had obviously gotten the best of
her. Jane quickly made a phone call and then told Linda
that he would be over in about ten minutes.

True to her word almost ten minutes later there was a
knock on the door. I had walked upstairs and was
listening and observing from a vantage point that I
couldn't easily be seen. I know I should have
intervened but I was curious about what might happen
next. I couldn't believe that my wife was really going
to inspect this guy's dong to find out if he had a
really big black cock.

My first surprise when Jane introduced Linda to Nate
was his size. This guy was at least six and a half feet
tall and probably weighed 275 pounds contained within a
well-built muscular frame. As soon as Nate arrived,
Jane excused herself so that Nate and my wife, 'could
get better acquainted'.

No sooner had Jane walked out the door, when Nate
turned to Linda and said, "If you want to check out my
equipment, we'd better do it private like in your
bedroom."

My wife just looked mesmerized by this big black man
and kind of nodded her head and said, "Maybe that would
be best."

I barely had time to slip into our master closet before
they entered the bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door behind himself and once
inside he unzipped his fly and pulled out what must
have been at least 12 inches of man-meat. It was as big
as any I'd ever seen in the porno-flicks. Linda was
totally amazed, I watched as she moved toward it and
lifted its weighty mass in her hands.

"Gawd," she said. "Something like this would never fit
inside me!"

I had to silently agree.

"Sure it will," said the black man. "All ya need is a
little preparation."

This was getting serious, I could tell and I was about
to come out from my hiding place and confront the two
of them, when I realized how much bigger and stronger
this guy was than me. I figured that the better part of
valor was to stay where I was and maybe Linda would
just send this guy on his way. No such luck of course.

Linda was still standing there in awe of his massive
black cock holding it in her hands when he became very
aggressive. He pulled her to him, kissing her deep, her
hand still holding his rod. I expected Linda to back
away but she didn't. After a few seconds she was
actually returning his kiss. I watched in shock as he
quickly stripped her clothes off until she was standing
there naked before him. "Lie down whitey," he ordered
and she didn't hesitate to carry out his command.

He moved between her legs and with his massive hands
pulled them apart. I could see her tiny cunt. He moved
his head toward her pussy and before I could blink, he
was eating her. The one thing I can always count on to
make my wife extra-hot is to eat her pussy and so I
knew that he'd have her excited in no time. Sure enough
in just a few seconds, she was moaning and thrusting up
to get more of his tongue into her hot cunt as he
s*******fully manipulated her. As I helplessly watched she
came, and came and came until she was actually begging
him to put it in her.

As he moved up her body she must have come to her
senses because she told him he would have to wear a
condom. Linda has never wanted youngren and she had
read somewhere that prolonged use of the pill was not
good for a woman and so we have always used the condom
as our method of birth control. But when she asked him
again, the black man shook his head, telling Linda, "I
don't wear no fuckin' condom, I liked to feel his
bitches cunt against his cock." As he said this he was
rubbing her clit with the bulbous head of his cock,
stoking her fire again. "Do you want me to stop now
bitch and go home?" he asked.

She hesitated for a moment and I hoped she'd come to
her senses, but my hopes were dashed as she told him to
fuck her now, with or without anything and that she
needed it bad! He grinned lewdly, as he slowly began to
push that monster into her cunt. I could tell it was
tight but she kept on urging him to fill her
completely. When he was about half way into her, deeper
than I had ever been, he suddenly thrust hard and the
remainder of his cock entered her to the balls.

Linda gasped in pain, then as he held still, buried to
the root inside her, she reached up and kissed him.
"Fuck me hard," she said. That was all he needed to
hear. I could see that hot fuck-stick as he almost
completely pulled it from her, her cunt extended around
its girth, then he would ram it home. Linda began
humping hard up against him, telling him how much she
was loving it. The black man's butt contracted with
each thrust and I knew he would come soon.

"I'm gonna fill your cunt with my black seed," he
yelled. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Linda answered, "Yes, come inside me, don't take that
beautiful thing out."

Then the black buried himself to the balls inside my
wife's cunt and as he groaned in orgasm, the cheeks of
his butt pulsed with every ejaculation he shot inside
my wife's cunt.

"Oh there's a lot for your tummy... lots of baby juice
for you!" he yelled. Linda continued to pump against
him, her cunt sucking every last bit of it out of his
big black cock.

I suddenly realized that this black man was sending cum
into my wife's cunt for the very first time. We had
always used a condom and she was a virgin when we
married. I was insanely jealous. But what could I do at
this point, nothing but watch her as she fucked him
longer and stronger than she ever had with me. After
about a minute he slowly withdrew his softening cock. A
string of cum clung to it and more come began to run
out of her used hole. It was no longer closed, it
gaped open like a veteran whore's.

"Very nice cunt, for a white bitch," Nate said, "I'll
be stopping by everyday for some of this, you
understand?"

"Yes," was all Linda could muster.

The black man left and Linda laid down to rest. She
fell arelax almost immediately and I snuck out the
closet past her without disturbing her.

I went to a bar and had a few takes to steady my
nerves. I didn't know what to do. If I confronted her
with it, I knew that our marriage might be over. I
didn't really want that and I guess I finally convinced
myself that this was just a phase she'd go through and
after a while she'd tire of it or get her fill of big
black cock and our sex life would return to what it
used to be.
WRONG again! That was almost 6 months ago, Linda still
doesn't know I know, but she will not be able to keep
it secret for much longer. You see, Linda is five
months pregnant. Its definitely not mine. She's said to
me that there must have been something wrong with one
of my rubbers and that's how I got her pregnant. I, of
course, know better. I know that it's definitely black.
Since that first time, I have watched her many times
with her black lover.

Its painful for me to watch and I don't know how to
explain it but somehow deep down, I WANT to see her
with her ebony lovers. I confess that it makes me hard
and I have actually jacked-off on more than one
occasion watching from our closet. Frankly, it's my
only way of "getting off" now days as I haven't fucked
her in five months. She has told me that since she's
become pregnant she just doesn't desire sex. But I know
the real reamister; I was in the room hiding months ago
when her black lover told her that she was only to have
black cock, and not fuck her white husband. Even 5
months pregnant she is still taking black cock every
day.

It's been getting worse, Nate has brought a friend with
him the last several times he's visited and she's been
"powerd" to service two black cocks at one time. She is
with him several nights a week, using the excuse that
she's having a "girl's night out" with Jane. I've
followed her to a sleazy motel and seen lots of men
come and go from the motel room that she was in. It
doesn't take a genius to figure out that Nate is
pimping her for his black buddies.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I suppose there's
really nothing I can do at this point. In about three
months, when a coffee creamed baby is born by my wife,
I suppose that I'll have to deal with it. Until then,
I'll just let things ride along as they are!

END

La mère de mon ami


Ce fut une journée cauchemardesque pour la mère de mon meilleur ami et un pied total pour le métisse que je suis.
cela c'est passé l'hiver dernier, alors qu'on sortait de la fac,mon ami jonathan m'invita à venir boire une bière chez lui ou enfin devrais
je dire chez ses parents.
il habitait dans une maimister à la sortie du périphérique, légèrement isolé, le moins qu'on puisse dire c'est que les voisins ne dérangeaient guère.
Il me fit entrer d'abord puis m'emboita le pas,me faisant asseoir au salon pendant qu'il alla chercher les bières.
j'observais tout les recoins ainsi que les photos sur la cheminée, mon attention se portait sur une photo en particulier.
une bien belle brune s'y tenait mais je fus sorti de ma torpeur par jonathan qui me tendait la bière.
Alors tu admires ma mère sur cette photo me lança t-il...........
TRES jolie femme.........pour mister âge.
Ohhhhh elle n'a que 40 ans mon pote..
Le claquement de la porte nous fit retourner,c'etait sa mere mieux que sur la photo,sa chevelure brune ondulée à chacun de ses pas.
Bonjour nous lançait elle,je m'appelle yolande.jonathan me presenta à elle selon les commodites.
cette femme n'avait pas une ride,mister tailleur recouvrait de magnifique jambes gainées de nylon auto-bronzant,mister decoleté ne laissait qu'entrevoir
une partie de ses petit seins bien rond à priori enfermé dans mister soutien gorge.
15 bonnes minutes plus tard,nous repartames vers la ville.Je flattais la beauté de sa mere a jonathan sur une bonne partie du chemin du retour.
j'en apprenais beaucoup sur sa vie,qu'elle etait seule toute la semaine car mister mari travaillait à l'etranger.
Le soir dans mon appartement t1 tout pourri,rien qu'en repensant a cette beauté,je me masturba frenetiquement et la quantité de foutre qui jaillit de ma
bite m'espoutoufla.....il fallait que je me la tape.
Le vendredi soir,en sortant de la fac je dis a jonathan a lundi pour les partiels man!!!!!!!!!
EH NON me repondit-il..je ne suis pas la,je pars toute la semaine en stage avec mon pere en suede,je decolle dimanche à 13heures.
WHAOOUUUUUUUUUU le pied lui dis-je.bon beh sur-ce à la semaine prochaine.
En m'ecroulant sur mon lit,je meditais,reflechissais,hesitais.... je tenais la une occasion d'aller me taper sa mere..
c'etait deja dimanche et etant sorti la veille,ma tete etait lourde,je mangea un bout ,me fit un brin de toilette et regarda ma pendule il etait
deja 15h30.Tiens je vais aller voir mon fantasme.j'etais legerement ivre encore.
Arrivant sur le pas de la porte ,je misternais,quelques secondes plus tard la porte s'ouvrait et elle se tenait là devant moi.
Que voulait vous?
est ce que jona.....than est la,j'avais un peu de mal avec la cuite de la veille.
Non et allez vous en ,vous etes ivre ma paroleet elle essaya de fermer la porte mais ma main la retint nette.
Mais que faites vous!!!!
je vais te le montrer de ce pas ma belle dame.
Sa figure se deforma de peur et dans la foulée se mit à courrir vers le salon,moi lui emboitant le pas et faisant trembler les murs de la
maimister quand la porte claqua.Je la rattrappais et la mise au sol, sous ses hurlements et debattements de ses bras.
Je lui maitrisait rapidement ses bras en lui mettant en croix au dessus de sa tete,mes jambes ecartant les siennes,elle etait toute à moi.
Non pitié s'il vous plait je vous donnerais tout ce que vous voulez,par pitié arretez...
Ce que je veux salope ,c'est ta chatte,enfouir ma grosse bite de metisse dans ta fente,tu m'excites adonff.
D'une main je tenais peniblement les deux siennes en croix pendant que je me degrafais ma ceinture et deboutonnais mon jean.
Ma verge liberait,elle tresautait de droite à gauche,mon 25 centimetres etait plus large que d'habitude sans doute du a l'excitation de violer
cette belle femme.
Cette etape franchise,ma main caressait sa cuisse,le crissement de mister collant sur mes doigts m'excitait deux fois plus,je glissais ma main sous sa robe pour lui caresser le minou mais ma main se frotta à mister collant que je m'empressais de dechirer
furieusement,j'ecartais sa culotte sur le coté et glissais un doigt dans sa fente.
le OH qu'elle gemit fortement m'incita à la doigter lentement.
à chaque va et vient,elle mouillait legerement,elle luttait pour ne pas se faire deflorer,malgré ses pleurs j'accelerais le mouvement et enfin
ça mouillait beaucoup plus.
ça y'est t'es prete,je vais te la mettre petite salope,en meme temps que mes mots mes jambes reecartaient les siennes,je dus lui bloquer les deux
bras contre le sol de mes deux mains pour l'empecher de se debattre.
En donnant des coups de bassins,j'essayais de la penetrer malgré des AU SECOURS et des NON stridents,ma verge n'arretais pas de glisser sur sa fente ou
passer à coté grace a ses dehanchements violents jusqu'au moment ou mon gland sentit sa mouille et s'enfonça dans sa chair,mister hymen resistait à mon intrusion,
mais d'un coup de reins,je rentrais 20 bon centimetres,je ne pouvais aller plus loin,mister uterus me la stoppait.
OH putain elle est etroite,oh oui c'est bon je vais te defoncer encore plus que dans mes reves.
JE prenais un malin plaisir à la limer sur une cadence lente lui faisant lacher des petits cris de jouissance malgré tout.
Tu vas aimer ça attends un peu!
J'accelerais la cadence,mon ejaculation n'etait pas loin je sentais monter la seve rapidement.
J'eus juste le temps de me retirer dans un cri de sastisfaction que j'arrosais sa chatte legerement poilu de mon foutre epais.
M'affalant sur elle je lui murmrurait à l'oreille que mister calvaire ne faisait que commencer.
Je me relevais lentement,la contemplant toute tremblante et recroquevilée sur elle meme.Allez viens avec moi.
AHHHHHHH je la tirais par sa longue chevelure vers la salle de bain,une fois dans celle-ci,j'attrapais un gant et faisais couler l'eau.
Laissez moi pitié je dirais rien me disait elle.
Tais toi salope et lave toi ta chatte,je la regardais faire,elle tete basse,pleurnichant toujours.
Une fois sa toilette finie,je lui ordonnais de me nettoyer ma queue,elle tentait de s'enfuir profitant du leste que je laissais mais je la rattrappais par la taille la
ramenant dans la salle de bain.Refais pas ça ou tu vas le regretter yolande.
Je lui tendais le gant savonné,allez nettoie et vite....toute tremblante,hesitante,sa main n'effleurait qu'à peine mon penis,je l'empoignais et la fit frotter mon menbre qui
après une bonne demi-heure de repos recommençait à durcir.d'effroi elle recula contre le mur de la salle de bain,je m'avançais vers elle et l'empoignais fermement par mister cou.
Allez suce!!!!elle fermait sa bouche pour ne pas engloutir ma bite,mais à power de perseverance,elle la prise en bouche qui fut totalement deformée par mon chibre.
Ses mains contre mon torse essayaient de me repousser mais ma power avait raimister d'elle.
ma verge coulissait jusqu'à ses amydales,de temps a autre je la ressortais pour la laisser reprendre mister souffle.
Putain de fellation ma belle je vais pas tarder à gicler lui disais je.
quelques coulisements plus tard,mes jets de foutre emplissaient le fond de sa gorge.Au bruit qu'elle emettait on aurait dit qu'elle se noyait avec mon sperm.
Retenant mon foutre pour ne pas l'avaler,cela coulait legerement entre ses levres et ma verge,mon sperm tombant sur ses collants et jupe.
quand je ressortis ma bite,elle toussait,crachait en profita pour me traiter de fils de pute,ce qui ne plus guere.
Je l'attrappais par la taille,la soulevant du sol et l'amena dans sa chambre sans doute,je la jetais sur le lit et lui sautais dessus,mettant mes deux jambes autour de mister corps pour l'empechait
de bouger.
AH c'est pas fini,arrachant violement mister chemisier et soutif à la fois,ses seins m'apparaissiaent tout ballotant et bien rond comme je les avais deviné quelques jours auparavant.
je m'empressais de lecher ses tetons,les mordaient ferocement et les prenaient à pleine bouche.
Pendant que je m'occupais de ses mamelons,mon autre main arrachait sa jupe,ne la laissant qu'avec mister collant dechiré et sa culotte roulait sur un coté apres ma premiere penetration.
Etant rassasié de ses seins,je saississais ses deux jammbes que j'ecartais avec mes bras et la tirait vers moi pour mettre sa chatte velue au niveau de ma langue que j'enfourchais dans
sa cavité fraichement nettoyé.
AH NON ahhhhhhhh!!!!! ma langue tournoyait sur mister clitoris,le lechait,je buvais le peu de nectar qu'elle pouvait m'offrir.je ne sais combien de temps,je me suis excité sur
mister clito mais ma verge retresautais de desir.
Le regard de yolande en disait long,elle etait terrorisé que je puisse la violer une troisieme fois.
elle se debattait autant mais cette fois je trouvais l'entrée de mister orifice plus vite.je la limais tout en parlant.
Ma main tenait ses deux chevilles l'une contre l'autre,la sensation etait encore meilleur puis je lui mis ses jambes sur mes epaules et là je pus exploiter entierement ma penetration en elle.
Elle dut ecartée ses jambes quasiment en grand ecart pour soulager la douleur grandissante de mon penis la labourant,je pouvais ainsi lui caresser ses cuisses tout en la limant,la douceur de
ses collants m'excitant.je me disais alors dans ma tete que je comprenais tout ces hommes qui violaient les femmes en collant,l'excitation etait grande.
J'en avais assez de sa chatte,tout en lui maintenant ses cuisses plaqués sur le lit,je retirais ma verge de mister cratere vaginale apercevant une partie de sa chair interieur.
je descendis de quelques centimetres mon penis et m'enfonça dans mister petit trou du cul,mister cri strident et fort remisternait dans la maimister vide,je rentrais dix bon centimetres avant de m'arreter.
je dus mettre une main sur sa bouche pour etouffer ses cris qui devenait de plus en plus fort,les larmes degoulinaient a flot sur mister visage.
je la limais lentement,l'etroiteté de mister cul me faisant mal,je pensais qu'elle etait vierge analement et le sang qui sortit lors de mon xieme va et vien me conforta bien dans mon idée.
OHHH yolande t'es vierge du cul,il n'y a pas d'age pour te depuceler ma belle!!!!
sur ce dernier mot je jouissais au fond de mister cul,je m'ecroulais par la suite mort de fatigue mais la gardant à l'oeil malgré tout.
les jours qui suivirent je la sequestrais chez elle profitant de mister corps jusqu'a plus soif.

He looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You
know, I hate to admit it but your attitude sounds a lot
healthier than mine. Hell, half the people in the world
have cocks. What's the big deal?"

Lori leaned over and kissed Tom and said, "Way to go
pop! Now, since you guys are awake, why don't we all go
downstairs and go skinny dipping?"

Tom and I looked at each other and almost in unimister we
said, "What the fuck!"

We got up and I helped him take off his clothes. Then
the three of us went swimming in the pool.

Lori and I recovered quickly from what Kevin had done
to us. There were changes of course, most of them for
the better. Tom and I get along better and are closer
than we ever were. And we are both closer to Lori than
any other parents of a teenager that I know of. We are
more tolerant now, we have to be. There is no way that
Lori is going to go back to being the sweet, naïve
fifteen year old that she was before this happened. Tom
has had to get used to her bringing boys home and
fucking their brains out. Because of what I went
through it didn't bother me but he had to make a pretty
serious adjustment.

There was another adjustment that he had to make. But
this one he enjoyed. I found that I couldn't go back to
being monogamous. Well, I might have been able to. But
when Tom found out how much trouble I was having with
that, how much I missed having sex with my co-workers
and with our neighbor Hugh we talked it over. It turns
out that he was turned on hearing about the way the men
at work used me for sex. The same was true of Hugh. We
had a lot of hot sex after I related some of my
experiences to Tom and he finally admitted that he had
fantasized for a long time about watching me have sex
with other men.

So now I have sex with my four co-workers. Our
relationship has changed since Kevin left the picture,
but not that much. I still wear those slutty dresses to
work. I am still submissive to them and I still put out
for the occasional client. And we still talk about them
coming over and joining Lori and me for some hot sex.
Lori is all for it. But the threats are gone and the
fear is gone. Hell! I even think that Mr. Johnmister is
starting to act like a human being now and then!

Hugh was shocked when I called him over to my house one
day and told him that Kevin was gone and Tom had come
back home. He was even more shocked when I told him
that he was still welcome to come over from time to
time and fuck me, even if Tom was home. In fact, I
think I was able to convince him that Tom would get a
kick out of it.

There are a few things from the darker side of this
that I suppose I need to mention. The morning after Tom
beat Kevin with the bat so badly he was found in a
gutter, just about half dead. He is suffering from
severe brain damage and doesn't even know his own name.
I asked an acquaintance who was a nurse to check on his
condition and she said that Kevin would never recover.
He can walk and talk but his brain is now at about the
level of a ten year old. He has become known for his
sweet disposition and gentleness. But he will always be
a ten year old.

The studio where Lori and I were ***d and filmed
doing all of those horrible things was burned down
several days after I was there. The fire was determined
to be the result of armister and the owners are suspected
and are likely to be charged. Evidence was found at the
home of the two men who owned the studio. They insist
that it was planted but the case is supposed to be
pretty strong against them.

The other piece of gossip that I picked up recently was
that a woman who owned a kennel outside of town was
*******ped and has been missing for months. Police claim
that they have information that she is being held
against her will in a whorehouse somewhere in Mexico
and powerd to service Mexican laborers in between her
donkey shows.

The End

The old man then said, "Bend over my beautiful lady, I
am going to fuck you! We will make us a baby in your
beautiful soft belly!"

To my amazement, I just sat there while Kate bent over
on the arm of the sofa leaving her ass in the air and
the old man caressed her ass.

The old man looked at me for the first time, then
commenced to run his hands over Kate's naked body
her... breasts... belly... bottom... and the slick
folds of her dripping wet pussy.

"Boy, watch as I fuck your wife!" he said while looking
at me.

The old man lifted his Galabia to reveal his big fat
cock; it was well over 8 inches in length and as thick
as a beer can. He was rubbing the head of his cock up
and down Kate's pussy lips spreading his and Kate's
juices around her pussy.

I then saw Kate spread her legs further apart and push
her ass back towards the old man.

I could hear Kate's breathing become more laboured and
a moan escaped her lips, I could also see Kate's hips
thrusting backwards in an effort to get his cock into
her pussy.

The old man then reached out with his left hand and
squeezed Kate's left breast, I heard Kate moan again as
he pinched her erect nipple.

I watched as the old stick the head of his cock against
Kate's pussy lips, and push the bulbous head of his
cock slowly in. Kate groaned "Ooohh!" as the old man
thrust another three inches into her pussy.

The old man was smiling as he started to thrust his
cock in and out of Kate's pussy going deeper with each
thrust. Kate was bent over the arm of the old sofa with
both her breasts out her nipples were hard she had a
look of pleasure on her face as he slowly fucked her
with his large cock.

I still don't know why but I just watched this old man
fucking Kate from behind, I could see that Kate was
thrusting her bare ass back as he thrust forward. Kate
was becoming more vocal as the old man started to fuck
her even harder and faster from behind. Kate was almost
constantly groaning. "Ohhhh, uuumm Yess."

The old man's hands were kneading her soft belly and
hanging breasts gently pulling on her swollen nipples,
as he continued to gently thrust in and out of Kate's
pussy. I watched in stunned silence as he fucked Kate
he had about 5 inches of his cock buried in Kate's
pussy with about another 4 inches of cock still to go.

Kate groaned "Oh, Oh, I m Cumming followed by a long
moan "Ohhh," The old man continued to fuck until all of
his cock was buried into her pussy. The sound of the
pair of them fucking was filling the shop; Kate's
groans as she was fucked were louder than the eastern
music which was still playing.

Once the old man had his big fat cock embedded in
Kate's pussy he began to fuck her in Ernest! The sound
his large hairy balls hitting Kate's ass as he thrust
in and out faster and faster he had his hands caressing
and pulling Kate's breasts and nipples. "Ohhh," he
moaned as he fucked Kate "oh you beautiful lady I am
close. I am going to fill your belly with my seed"

I suddenly realised what he had said, I didn't want him
to cum inside her, she was not on the pill and I had a
vasectomy

"Please, Please don't come inside her... she is not on
the pill..." I pleaded.

The old man continued to thrust in and out of Kate's
pussy when to my horror Kate moaned, "Cum inside me...
please cum in my belly... give me you seed... make a
baby grow in my belly."

The old man said, "Yes Beautiful Lady - I will fill
your belly with my blessed seed!"

The man held Kate by her hips and thrust his cock fully
into Kate's pussy; he groaned, "Arrgggg!!"

I watched as he came in side Kate... there was so much
cum that it was oozing past his cock landing in thick
white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.

I was sat there with my head in my hands I couldn't
believe what had just happened! What I had allowed to
happen!

The old man held his cock in Kate's pussy for what
seemed like hours all the while caressing Kate's belly
and breasts. I heard him say to Kate "Beautiful lady I
hope you now have our baby growing in your belly. If
not come back and I will try again!"

He then slowly pulled his softening cock form Kate's
pussy a long string of cum stretched from Kate's
stretched pussy to the head of his massive cock.

The old man helped Kate lay back on the sofa with her
legs closed and her ass raised so as he put it "not to
lose any of his blessing."

The old man dropped the front of his Galabia covering
his cock he then sat by Kate caressing her belly and
kissing her as she lay on the sofa. I was stunned as I
watched Kate kiss him back pulling him to her.

The old man pulled away saying, "Don't worry beautiful
lady I will be back." He stood and picking up the
costume Kate had been wearing from the floor he walked
over to the counter and the till. He beckoned me over,
where he took my credit card charging me £300, for the
costume.

The old man returned to Kate he helped her off the sofa
he held her close and the pair of them kissed as they
walked towards the changing room, Kate emerged a few
minutes later dressed. She thanked the old man kissing
him passionately and promising to return.

As we left the shop Kate had a look of complete
satisfaction on her face, she still had the red jewel
in her belly button.

A month later Kate announced she was pregnant, she had
not allowed me anywhere near her pussy, so I knew it
must belong to the old man. She continued to refuse to
have sex with me I was reduced to wanking myself for
pleasure! Kate on the other hand continued to visit the
shop and the old man I was made to sit in the shop
while they fucked.

Eight months later Kate gave birth to a little baby
boy... a mister. But obviously not mine, the baby had much
darker skin than either of us. The Dr just looked at me
with pity in his eyes.

The old man even visited Kate and his mister in her
hospital room...

END

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Kenya Safari Gone Bad


THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT THAT
INCLUDE ****, GANG ****, MUTILATION, AND HUMILIATION. YOU
MUST BE 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER TO READ THIS. IF YOU ARE
NOT 21 OR OLDER, STOP NOW. THIS STORY IS FANTASY. **** IS
A TERRIBLE CRIME AND THIS STORY IN NO WAY CONDONES
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. IT IS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR SEXUAL
READING PLEASURE.

Cindy and Jim had been married for two weeks when then
arrived in Kenya for their safari. They had planned the
trip as part of an extended honeymoon. Both had wanted to
see the naturals of Africa, and a safari in Kenya was just
the ticket. Married only two weeks, Cindy wanted to tease
Jim and had been wearing very provocative clothes. On one
day she had worn shorts so tight and skimpy Jim could see
the outline of her cunt lips in the crotch and her ass
stuck out of the legs in back. When Cindy sat down, she
would prop one leg up on the chair so Jim would have a
clear view of her cunt up the leg of her shorts.

To keep things exciting, Cindy had shaved her cunt the
day of the marriage. It had turned Jim on so much, Cindy
kept it shaved. Every night had been a fuck-fest with Jim
sometimes fucking her 2 or 3 times a night. Cindy was so
sensitive; she frequently had multiple orgasm during each
fucking.

All of this adventure had encouraged Cindy to keep
dressing like a slut and teasing Jim. She noted that the
intensity of his fuckings increased depending on how
slutty she dressed. She had the figure, only 5 feet, 4
inches tall, long, blond hair, a 36D, 18, 24 that drove
Jim wild and invited the interest of other men. Cindy's
dress excited Jim, and the stares and leers of other men,
excited Cindy.

Arriving in Kenya, Cindy and Jim had checked into a
hotel. That night, Jim had fucked Cindy on the balcony of
their hotel room. Cindy had simply leaned over the rail
watching the people below while Jim pushed her short
skirt above her hips and proceeded to finger-fuck her to
get her wet, then slid his 8 inch cock deep into her
sopping, wet, pussy. Cindy moaned as Jim pounded her
pussy for about 10 minutes.

The thrill of people walking belong her and Jim fucking
her sent Cindy over the edge quickly and she had to bite
her lip to prevent her from shouting due to the intensity
of her orgasm. Jim had kept his semi-hard cock buried
deep in Cindy's cunt and made her walk to the bed
impaled. Cindy fell across the bed as Jim's cock came to
life once more and he fucked her again bringing her to
two more orgasm before he shot another load deep inside
her. They collapsed, exhausted, and woke late in the
morning.

Their safari did not start for a couple of days, so Cindy
and Jim decided to do a little sightseeing on their own.
That morning, Cindy put on white, cotton, sundress that
barely covered her ass. She worn no bra or panties and
when she bent just slightly she exposed her ass and cunt.
She completed the outfit with a pair of red high heels
held on with thin, ankle straps. As they left the hotel,
Jim commented she looked like a hooker and he couldn't
keep his hands off her.

They quickly found a car rental and after some
negotiation, rented a small car and started out of town.
They had driven for about two hours, taking turns to look
at different naturals. Jim had kept his hand on Cindy's
pussy, fingering her clit and working her up to orgasm,
then just abruptly stopping. Her dress had been pushed
above her waist most to the trip. Jim decided it was time
to return and pulled off the road to turn around.

As he backed up, the rear tires became marred in the soft
ground and just spun as Jim tried to pull the car back on
the roadway. Cindy teased Jim about fucking him right
there as he got out to look at the car.

Suddenly he noticed several figures in the distance. As
he strained his eyes, he realized that it was several
men, native men in full dress. The men were wearing
loincloths only, but they were painted on their chest and
each carried a spear and shield. There must have been 20
of them as they approached Jim and Cindy. Jim ordered
Cindy to stay in the car and fix herself.

The natives descended rapidly on Jim grabbing him and
throwing him to the ground. Several surrounded him
holding him at bay with their spears while the remainder
pulled Cindy from the car. Jim tried to reamister with them,
but none appeared to speak English. Jim watched in horror
as all but two of the men, left to guard him, surrounded
Cindy.

Cindy's fear heightened as the natives surrounded her.
One who appeared to be the leader walked directly up to
her and before she could defend herself, he ripped the
front of her dress completely away. This exposed her
breast and shaved cunt to the crowd of men. Jim quickly
got up to rush to Cindy's assistance and was just as
quickly knocked back to the ground. Cindy began to scream
as the natives pounced on her like bees and had her
completely stripped including her shoes.

Cindy tried to cover herself, placing her hands over her
breast and shaved cunt, but the leader would just knock
her hands away. He then pushed Cindy onto her knees on
the ground. Two men held the point of their spears at her
neck while the leader knelt behind Cindy. Jim watched as
the leader pulled up his loincloth to revealed a rock-
hard cock that had to be 16 inches long and thick as a
takeing glass.

Tears streaked Cindy's face and she tensed as she felt
the hard cock at the opening of her pussy. She was
thankful it was still wet from the Jim's fingering when
she felt how large the cock was as the leader shoved the
entire length into her pussy with one thrust. He said
something to the other men and they laughed further
humiliating Cindy as she endured the ****. The leader
pounded Cindy's cunt without mercy and in just a few
short minutes he tensed and deposited his seed deep
inside her.

Jim hung his head down as he realized that the men were
all going to fuck Cindy. They were lining up behind the
leader each massaging massive cocks. Jim realized some
must be 18 inches long. He wondered how Cindy would
survive the vulgar ****. Jim's eyes were riveted to the
scene in front of him. Each man would kneel behind Cindy
and easily slide his massive cock into her cunt.

By the fourth man, Jim could tell that Cindy was
beginning to enjoy the stimulation in spite of the ****.
Her eyes were closed and she was beginning to rock back
as the men plunged forward. Jim watched as Cindy bit her
lower lip and tensed and he knew she was having an
orgasm. Jim was relieved that the men appeared to only
want to fuck Cindy in the cunt as they ignored her
hanging breast, ass, and mouth.

After the last of 15 men had fucked Cindy and she had
climaxed at least 10 times Jim noted, they rolled her
onto her back and tied her hands and feet. They then
turned their attention to him.

The two men guarding Jim powerd him to his feet. The
leader stood in front of Jim and yelled something in his
native tongue at Jim. When Jim did not move, he was
pushed and a spear tip placed under his chin. Jim
tremred and tried to understand the hand motions of the
leader finally realizing that the leader wanted Jim to
remove his clothes.

Jim quickly began to unbutton his shirt and in minutes
was standing completely naked in front of the natives,
hands covering his soft cock. The leader knocked Jim's
hands away and the natives all began pointing a Jim soft
cock and obviously laughing. Jim was crimmistered as he
looked over at Cindy.

Cindy was lying on her back, naked, hands and feet tied
straining her head to look at Jim while one of the
natives guarding her was rubbing the blunt end of his
spears between her cunt lips. The natives around Jim were
stroking their enormous cocks, while pointing at Jim. Jim
franticly noted that the native with the smallest cock
couldn't be more than 16 years old and yet had at least a
12-inch erection.

The leader powerd Jim on his knees just like Cindy and
yelled at the teenage native who promptly knelt behind
Jim. Jim craned his neck to look behind him to be met by
the tip of a spear. When Jim felt the hard cock at the
entrance of his ass he tried to move away. Quickly a
spear was driven through his outstretched hand stopping
any movement and impaling it to the ground. This caused
Jim to yell in pain.

Just as he began yelling from the spear the teenager
drove his 12-inch cock into Jim's asshole. Jim arched his
back at such pain in his ass and in his hand. He was
disgusted as he felt the boy's balls slapping up against
his ass as the teenager butt fucked him with the fury of
young passions. He looked over to see Cindy humping her
hips up and down as her guard fucked her with the long
shaft of the spear. She was oblivious to Jim's fate. Jim
was thankful for the native's youth as he quickly came in
Jim's ass leaving his cock inside Jim until is was soft.

As the native removed his cock, Jim could feel the cum
leaking from his ass down his thigh. Mercifully, Jim was
not subjected to the gangbang Cindy experienced, but was
bounded hands and feet. Two natives ran off into a stand
of trees while Jim laid on his stomach and tried to
comprehend what was happening. Looking over he found
Cindy had been turned over on her stomach and Jim could
see the gobs of cum on her thighs and her partially
opened, bare cunt. Cindy's cunt lips were swollen and red
and her clit was sticking out, hard, and engorged from
all the stimulation.

The natives returned from the stand of trees with two
long poles. Cindy and Jim were flipped over onto their
backs and the long poles were slide between their arms
and legs. Two natives got at each end of the poles and
lifted Jim and Cindy like wild game. Cindy screamed from
the pain in her arms caused by her own weight. As Jim was
lifted he saw red on his thighs and realized he must be
reding after the butt fucking. His speared hand was
swollen, but thankfully not reding. Jim just let his
head hang back as the group trotted off carrying Cindy
and Jim back to their camp.

The pace was very quick and shortly the group entered
their camp with their captured prey. Jim could hear Cindy
screaming but could not see what was happening. Cindy was
slid off the pole and the native men had quickly untie
her and powerd her onto her knees and were fucking her.
Cindy was now more afraid that aroused and was trying to
crawl away while impaled on the native's huge cock.

The natives thought it was great fun for Cindy to be
crawling like a dog on the ground while the native
plunged his 16 inches in and out of her used cunt. He
quickly came and another native grabbed Cindy by the hips
and pulled her to him. His massive rod was at least 20
inches in length and 4 inches thick. He tried to shove it
into Cindy's used hole, but even with all the cum and
her juices, it would not go much past the tip.

Upset, the native pulled out and jerked Cindy over on to
her back. Cindy's eyes were wide with terror as she saw
the native's massive tool poised to rip her cunt open.
She screamed as two native women grabbed her legs and
pulled them over her head and then stretched them out to
the side fully exposing Cindy and opening her cunt to
accommodate the full size of the cock. As Cindy screamed
she couldn't take her eyes off his rod as the tip, then
the head slid into her cunt. With her cunt shaved, Cindy
watched in terror as her cunt lips stretched and widened
around the thickness of his cock.

After he had powerd the head of his cock past Cindy's
cunt lips, the remainder of his tool slid easily inside
her. With her legs pulled over her head and stretched
out, she could feel his balls against her ass. The weight
and size of his scrotum matched the size of the native's
dick. Cindy gasped and began to scream again as the
native slowly pulled his 20 inches almost completely out
of her, and then quickly shoved it all the way back in
till his balls slapped against her ass like a paddle. He
continued that rhythm, slowly out, quickly in with Cindy
screaming with each stroke.

He finally drove deep inside of her and Cindy could feel
her uterus shift to one side to accommodate his size as
he sprayed his cum filling her womb. The native continued
to cum so much that even with Cindy's cunt tightly
stretched around his cock, it leaked around the sides.
Cindy's screams had subsided to sobs and she watched as
he removed himself and his cum mixed with her red
flowed from her disgustingly opened hole. The women
released her legs and Cindy just rolled over and tried to
block the nightmare that was occurring out of her mind.

Jim could hear Cindy's screams, but could not do anything
to help her. He was slid from the pole and dragged to a
spot between two trees standing about eight feet apart.
Vines were placed on his hands and feet and the natives
pulled on the vines and suspended him between the trees.
His armpits immediately ached as his arms were pulled
toward the trees to the maximum without pulling his
shoulders out of the sockets. His feet were only inches
from the ground, pulled to the point of rotating his hips
painfully outward so that his knees pointed at the trees.

He tried to see Cindy, but could only see her feet held
by the native women and hear her screams. Jim pulled
against the vines, but they were too strong. Jim was left
alone while the other natives surrounded Cindy to watch
the show. He looked around the camp and noticed that all
the native women had large tits that were uncovered. Some
of the women had one nipple pierced with a gold ring
while other had both nipples pierced. The women all worn
short, pieces of cloth wrapped around their waist. The
native men simply had loincloths that barely covered
their private parts.

Jim noted that he could see the ends of their soft cocks
at the bottom of their loincloths. He knew that they all
must have enormous cocks, even when soft. His heart went
out to Cindy as he could now hear her sobbing. He
wondered if they would survive their ordeal.

Jim watched as Cindy was dragged toward him. He could see
the trickle of red running now the inside of her thighs
and the copious amounts of cum drying on her legs. Her
eyes were glazed over and she did not struggle when the
natives tied her between two trees just like Jim. She was
only about 50 feet away and Jim tried to call out to her
but found his voice too weak. He could see her chest rise
and fall and knew she was still alive.

A native woman threw water in her face to wake Cindy up
and Cindy immediately began pleading for no more use.
The native woman washed the cum and red from Cindy's
thighs and then left. Jim just hung between the trees
with his chin on his chest while Cindy moaned from the
pain in her cunt.