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African Aid
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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A white United Nations worker corrupts a poor black
family in Africa. (MMF/mf, ped, intr, voy, inc, reluc,
bi, huml)
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I was part of a United Nations team visiting Africa to
get a read on exactly how bad the situation was there.
I'd been to starving countries before, so the sight of
malnutrition and death treated as a casual every day
affair was nothing new to me. Of course the death
wasn't casual to the people living in Angola for
example...it was only casual in its arbitrary
meaninglessness.
I did my part to help. I passed out food and helped
supervise injections of serum. I toured hospitals and
villages and schools and shook my head with sympathy at
the utter despair. And then I decided I deserved some
fun. I took my trusty translator Ahru with me. He is
fifteen and cute and hung bigger than any nigger teen I
have ever known. Of course I don't sample that big
black hunk of fuckmeat myself.
No indeed, I prefer to fuck him in his muscular black
bubble butt to humiliate him and make him feel
submissive. Still the money he gets for working for me
is a dream come true to him, so he puts up with things
like me taking a piss in his mouth. Blacks turn me on.
Especially some nigger who is totally degraded and
humiliated, and that was the kind of fun I was out to
find on this particular night.
I picked the most disgustingly ruined shanty in the
most remote corner of a resettlement village. These
people were really starving to death and it wasn't
unusual to see children with bloated bellies lying in
the dust slowly dying. There simply wasn't a way to
help them all, not until the great nations of the world
were willing to give up some of their profit for a
little global prestige. And not until universal ethics
replaced economics expansion. So, since my country
didn't really care about anything except its own profit
and pleasure, why should I?
The shack which was really more of a hut... one room,
little ventilation, terrible smell, had held however
contents that were precious to me. A youngish, down and
out married couple with their three children; a boy of
thirteen, a boy of nine, and a girl of six. All black
as night and very exotic to me. I leveled with the
father.
"Look, Jig," I said. "There is no way in hell that you
are ever going to get any help your wife and children.
There is simply not enough foot and medicine to go
around. You are low on the totem pole, and in a few
months, you will starve to death, or perish from
disease." Ahru translated for me, and I can't help but
feel he softened the tone of my words a bit.
None the less, tears filled the eyes of the once proud
black man, and he hung his head and murmured to
himself. I loved it. His wife too, a pretty thing of
about twenty five or so(niggers breed young in
Africa...and Detroit) also started to cry, her fine
large tits heaving in her dress. The children sat wide
eyed, chewing their lips and clutching their home made
toys of wood and tin.
"You have no chance...unless I help you. I am willing
to give you two hundred America Dollars!" Well, shit
almighty, that was enough to get them out of this hell
hole and to set them up in a good business and feed
them for some time to boot. A little American moola
goes a long way over there. Americans are always saying
..."we gotta help our own country first." What that
means is everybody here should have a DVD player. When
for the cost of a single DVD or cocktail at a fancy
Friday night joint, an African family can live for a
week. So Ubutu, the father of this charming family was
very impressed. He fell to his knees and kissed my
hands. I liked it.
Feeling his thick nigger stud lips on my hands. He was
good looking and muscled, so he must have been quite
the cock of the walk until starvation set in. He was
still nothing to sneeze at if you like well built black
boys. He wasn't as beautiful as Ahru however... and I
doubted he had the horse prick of my little black
houseboy/servant.
"Hold on now Sambo," I laughed as he kissed my hands,
tears running down his cheeks. "You are not getting
this money for nothing. Americans believe that people
should work for their money and pull themselves up by
their own jockstraps. So, here's the deal. I will give
you the two hundred dollars if you and your family put
on a little entertainment for me. A little show."
I damn near busted a gut when Ahru translated. Ubutu
climbed to his feet, a really confused look on his
face. He said something like "sing and dance for you?"
I laughed even more then. "Not exactly." I asked the
ages of the kids and smiled. "NO, for the show I
want...I want to watch your family FUCK FOR ME."
I expected his black face to darken even more with
anger and resentment when he was told. He ordered me
out of his house. I fished in my pocket and waved the
two hundred American dollars in his face, and he
crumpled in front of me. He fell to the dirt floor
crying.
I won't bore you with the next half hour. He dickered,
pardon the word, and dithered. He said no... then
maybe... then spoke to his wife and she sobbed and
said, "Not the children.... I won't let you harm the
children," to which I pointed out that I wasn't going
to do anything but watch. Finally we got around to what
I exactly wanted for my two hundred bucks. Here's how I
broke it down.
1. The thirteen year old boy would fuck his nine year
old brother in the ass and mouth.
2. The six year old would suck her father's dick, then
Ubutu would fuck his own six year old daughter in the
pussy, after which the nine year old boy would eat the
cum from her freshly fucked cunt.
3. Meanwhile mom would eat the cum from the fucked ass
of her nine year old and suck his dick and balls.
4. Dad would then fuck the nine year old boy in the
ass, while Bobo the thirteen year old fucked his mom in
the cunt.
5. The six year old girl would suck her daddy's
fuckslop from the asshole of her nine year old brother.
6.Then Ahru...with his thirteen inch prick would fuck
both boys in the ass and mouth, but not cum. Dad would
lick the balls of the stud fucking his sons.
7. Then Ahru would fuck the six year old girl in the
ass and cunt. He would shoot his load up her cunt.
(This one caused the most trouble as Ubutu was
justifiably afraid his daughter would be hurt or killed
by the huge prick in her little body. I told him his
daughter would die of starvation...and this was a risk
he just had to take if he wanted to see her grow up
into a pretty young woman. I did offer an extra twenty
five bucks for the cunt and ass rape of the little slut
by Ahru.)
8.I got to strip the family naked and play with their
cocks, balls, pussies, tits and asses.
9 The party would end with me, jerking off into the
mouth of the nine year old boy, who would then pass the
fuckscum into the mouth of his older brother. Then Ahru
and I would piss on the entire family. I know you are
thinking this would not be good for the self image of
the family, but lots of things we are doing to people
all over the world aren't good for their self images
anyway.
When I found out that the wife was really concerned
about being fertile and getting pregnant from her own
thirteen year old son, I added another ten bucks and
said Ahru also had to shoot a load of baby batter up
her cunt.
It was a beautiful evening, I still get hard
remembering the fun and looking at the photos I
snapped. At first I had to threaten them to suck and
fuck harder and with more enthusiasm. I threatened to
walk out without paying them. But they came around
eventually. What fun. Watching a six year old girl
fondle and suck on the nine inch prick of her own
father, while he tried in vain not to respond sexually.
Seeing two little black boys forced to lick and suck
each others assholes. Making the whole family feel and
kiss the thirteen inch cuntbuster of Ahru before the
nigger teen fucked the little six year old unconscious.
Jesus H. Christ, her little twat was looking like the
Black Hole of Calcutta by the time we finished.
The sobs and cries and pleading of the entire family as
they fucked away were music to my ears. And the
ultimate humiliation of having a white man and his
black assistant take a piss all over their naked bodies
and faces was nothing short of sublime. Some people
sell out in life, some don't. And some don't have much
choice. It's the way of the world.
I was so taken with the thirteen year old, Bobo... that
I offered his dad two hundred more dollars if the boy
would come stay with me for a week; a week during which
he would get fucked by me and all my white friends, and
my pet dog, a well hung Boxer named Macbeth.
By now the family was so submissive, so devastated that
the only salvage for them was to think of the money and
escaping from their misery that way, so they agreed
that Bobo would be my niggerboy slut slave for a week.
But that's another story. Oh yeah, the missus is
preggies. Another God Damned mouth to feed for Ubutu.
He may just want to sell his children for good. It's a
thought.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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