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Joseph Recruits 
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

An influential Major in Zimbabwe's Central Intelligence 
Organisation abuses his position to recruit a pretty 
white 17-year-old to his escort service. (M/F-teen, 
1st, intr)

***

Joseph's cock lurched in his pants.

"Just look at that," he exclaimed.

Pieta Mboku, his assistant looked across, and his cock 
also lurched in his trousers.

Their eyes were both focused on a tightly clad, jean 
covered, curvy derriere swinging from side to side. 
Full, shapely thighs were just as tightly clad and just 
as easily observed as a young white woman strolled 
along the roadside.

They ogled the soft white beauty strolling so 
carelessly down the street. Blond wavy curls settled 
around her shoulders, occasional blown by the hot 
African breeze.

It was a rare sight to see white women walking alone in 
Harare, but this one was firmly holding the leash of a 
straining, lunging dog. A large dog eager to experience 
the new smells to be found outside the walls of the 
villa that comprised the only home it had known. 
Presumably this was the reason for her walk, giving her 
pet some exercise.

She might even be heading for the local shops, which 
were close by. She looked a bit young to be on the 
streets alone. Was she the wife of a newly arrived 
white professional? His country was always recruiting 
white engineers and accountants. Joseph resented it.

She looked young to be married. White women seemed to 
marry when they were so much older than African women. 
He could not understand that either. Did the white race 
have such a lack of understanding of sexuality that 
they thought late marriages were natural?

"Stop the car at the junction!"

Pieta pulled the car over and tried to get the girl 
back into his vision.

"Don't be so obvious Pieta! You need to practice 
discreet observation!"

"Yes, major!"

Pieta cursed, but below his breathe. He was too scared 
of his boss to do otherwise. His boss had a clear view 
through the car's wing mirror. It was easy for him to 
see the young curvy beauty, but Pieta had no chance!

Joseph eyed the approaching teenager as she swayed 
along, occasionally jigging in response to the dog's 
lurches. He guessed her age at 17, but his attention 
was now on the full orbs standing proud from her chest. 
She was wearing a light, tight top that emphasised her 
figure.

Every time the dog lurched those orbs bounced and 
jigged.

If she had been black, and it had been at night, he 
would assumed she was a prostitute. African women did 
not display themselves like that, not at night, and not 
during the day.

White women dressed so casually, and without regard for 
the heat. They seemed to learn nothing from sensible 
proud African women, who would not dream of wearing 
such sparse clothing.

They tempted men, and yet were affronted when 
propositioned.

As she passed the car, casting them only a cursory 
glance, he observed slim, smooth white arms and 
shoulders, and his cock hardened further.

Joseph was a Major in the Central Intelligence 
Organization. A powerful position that led most 
Africans to fear him. If Joseph wanted someone to 
disappear, they disappeared, and not just if they were 
black.

As the girl past the bonnet of his car he switched his 
gaze back to that delightfully round bottom. A full 
well rounded bottom that advertised the delights that 
her bottom offered a man. Below firm, shapely thighs 
equally tightly clad displayed legs most African men 
could only dream of getting between. She would survive 
long with such attributes, serving men's lusts.

A young woman with firm legs and hips like that would 
last a long time in one of his brothels!

On the one hand he desired and wanted such a young 
woman to satisfy his own lusts, he knew many men who 
would pay good money to enjoy her charms.

She was white and a beauty and therefore worth far more 
than the factory workers using his brothels could 
afford to pay.

Law enforcement was not, and never had been his primary 
concern. The exercise of power and control had always 
been very satisfying to Joseph. Exercising such power 
over white women had been an unexpected side benefit of 
his career, and not just for his sexual satisfaction. 
He had used his power to learn about and exploit white 
women and now successfully ran a profitable escort 
service. A business that provided rich African men with 
whatever they wanted, and there were plenty of rich 
Africans who wanted young and white bodies to have 
their fun with.

That tightly clad curvy derriere could be the source of 
new riches.

***

Vicky tried to keep the stupid dog under control. It 
was really much stronger than she had realised.

She was bored, confused, and emotionally taut. When her 
father had told her they were going to Africa she had 
been delighted. Images of wild animals, spectacular 
mountains, Zulu warriors had filled her thoughts.

Since they had arrived a month ago, she had felt 
imprisoned. Locked inside their villa 24 hours a day. 
Her father actually locked the gates after he went to 
work, locking them inside! It was intolerable!

He said it was for their safety, but Vicky had not seen 
any danger. Just high walls and locked gates! 

The garden was big enough. Four acres of acres of lush 
greenery, with swimming pool and tennis courts, but no 
boys! In a month she had no idea who lived on the other 
side of those walls.

She was 17 years old and she needed a boyfriend.

She needed one!

Her father did not understand.

She had started waking up in the morning with a wet 
pussy!

In the last 4 weeks she had not seen one white boy her 
age!

She had seen a few white men her father's age, and 
their had been other young white women her age around, 
though she had not made friends with one yet.

Four weeks without even seeing a white boy her age! How 
could she spend two years in this country without the 
attention she had been starting to get back home!

She was still a virgin.

She did not want to stay one until she was an old woman 
in her twenties!

So when Daddy employed a new gardener to look after the 
garden, and had given him the spare set of keys! She 
had inveigled him into letting her take Rover for a 
walk to the shops.

He had not been happy to let her out of the villa, 
without direction from her father.

But she had seen the way he had sneaked looks at her. 
She did not like the way he stared her. He was an old 
man. Christ he was in his sixties! But look he did, and 
so Vicky had put on her tightest top, smiled sweetly, 
and demanded that he open the gate for her. 

He had blustered and dithered, but she had pushed her 
chest forward leaving him swallowing hard, and fumbling 
for the keys.

***

So she had finally stepped out the gates.

Her first steps of freedom!

No father chivvying and shepherding her about.

She looked about. The first thing she noticed was that 
there were no white people in the street. The villas 
were spaced evenly along the street, set back from the 
road with patched of grass. At odd intervals flowering 
shrubs, and bushes dotted the roadside. There were no 
trees near the villa walls. The thought came to her 
that this must be deliberate to stop people using the 
trees to climb over the walls.

She became aware that nearly every black person in the 
street had stopped what they were doing, and were 
looking at her. Not black person, she corrected 
herself. They were Africans, she must remember to think 
like that.

She set off down the street in the direction of the 
shops. She had only visited them once and her father 
had not wanted to take her their again, but their must 
be something interesting there.

The dog leaped and lunged forward nearly pulling her 
off her feet. Her full breasts bounced and jigged and 
everyone seemed to be looking at them! She blushed and 
yelled at the dog, pulling it back towards her. Then 
ignoring the stares she set off again.

At the next villa entrance she passed 3 African men 
sitting drinking tea. Their tin cups forgotten as they 
ogled at her. She ignored them and strode past, 
suddenly conscious of their eyes on her bottom. She 
flushed again. They were all old enough to be her 
father!

Two gates later there was another group of African men 
sitting and chatting. These were younger and drinking 
beer. They made no attempt to hide their interest in 
her. Swigging their cold beers they spoke to each other 
in some strange African dialect, laughing and grinning.

She would have liked to know what they had just said, 
then decided it might be better if she didn't know. 
Nevertheless she slowed her pace as she passed them.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her chest seemed 
to tighten. They may be black but they were men and 
maybe they wanted to do things to her!

Wicked naughty things!

If only she could find a man who would do something! 
She walked on quickly confused at the sudden race of 
emotions, and a flush of guilt at her thoughts.

She was acutely conscious of the confusing changes in 
her body that the looks of these men had set off.

God, her nipples had gone hard ! 

As she walked she found it easier to swing her hips. 
Her pussy had dampened and the crotch of her panties 
was riding up uncomfortably. She wriggled her hips. A 
car had pulled up at the junction, and she ignored the 
African men inside. Turning the corner she saw the 
shops and almost changed her mind. They seemed to be 
swarming with people. Hordes of black people!

She could not see a white face among them.

Then she gathered herself and walked on. The 
alternative was to go home and hide behind those large 
walls. There must be something of interest to see. She 
just had to be confident. She pulled on the dog's 
leash; the protection the large dog would offer was 
comforting.

***

Ten minutes later Vicky was in shop selling ornamental 
wooden carvings. The shop had filled up quite quickly 
after she entered it, though she was so engrossed in 
the intricate carvings that she did not notice. As she 
stood admiring a particularly ornate carving a warm 
hand stroked over her bottom. She jumped in surprise, 
and pulled away from the hand. Even as she pulled away 
her heart started racing and her pulse quickened.

The hand had been warm, and the feeling left behind a 
pleasant sensation. Her pussy tightened and throbbed in 
a strange nice way.

She looked behind to see grinning Africans. Who had 
touched her? They just grinned brazenly at her. She 
stepped away, but it was not easy, as the shop had 
become so crowded. She squeezed past an African man 
away from the mystery groper. Where had they all come 
from? Another hand came to rest on her slim waist. She 
twisted away, even as her heart pounded.

The warmth of the strange hand on her waist seemed 
strangely comforting. Nevertheless she pulled away to 
find her way blocked by another tall African. He 
stepped towards and she backed away. But there was 
another African close behind her. 

She froze, slightly alarmed. She looked at the African 
in front of her and he grinned. It was not a comforting 
grin. Vicky's breath caught. Her stomach roiled in 
sudden fear. A delicious fear that set her heart 
racing. This man wanted to do something to her!

Her dad had been right she should not have come to 
these shops on her own. She pulled on the lead, but the 
dog just cowered down. Even the dog had the sense to 
realise a situation had arisen. It was afraid of the 
African men pressing around his new mistress.

The African in front of her raised his hand and cupped 
her cheek. His hand caressed the soft skin.

"So soft, so beautiful..."

She tried to pull way but his hand followed.

Another warm hand arrived and softly caressed her 
bottom from behind. The African she had been squeezing 
past, slipped his arm around her slim waist and sought 
to pull her towards him. This left a space to her right 
that was quickly filled by another African. They all 
seemed to be crowding around her!

She tried to get away, and looked for the shopkeeper. 
Surely he would help. She raised herself on her toes to 
look over the shoulder of the African in front to try 
and attract the shopkeeper's attention.

She saw him near the door and her eyes widened as she 
watched him flick the sign over to indicate the shop 
was closed, before turning back grinning. Just at that 
moment a warm hand slipped between her legs and for the 
first time in her life a man's hand stroked across her 
pussy.

She had never let one of her boyfriend's in England do 
that. 

She closed her eyes as hot sensations shot from her 
loins.

***

The Africans crowding around saw her reaction and 
grinned. Eight African cocks sprang to attention as 
they realised this white sensationally pretty white 
girl was not going to start screaming!

Vicky opened her eyes, and twisted trying to push the 
hand away. She looked at the African in front of her, 
but he just grinned and reached for her. She drew away 
from and felt the warm body of an African man press 
against her back.

She shivered as the African in front of her reached out 
with his hand and stroked her face again. He seemed 
mesmerized by her soft white skin and ran his hand over 
her soft cheek again. A look of wonder on his face as 
heenjoyed the soft, white, pretty face in the palm of 
his hand.

Another African reached up and ran his hand through her 
long blond hair.

Vicky's heart raced.

She breathed in the pungent smell of the crowding 
African men, and the strong masculine smell was 
overpowering.

Black hands were stroking her bare arms. It was as 
though every African present wanted to touch some part 
of her.

Then she jumped in surprise and shock as the African 
man behind her reached around and grasped and fondled 
her breasts. She had allowed any boy who was brave 
enough to touch and play with them. The hands of the 
African were different. 

Strong, bold, black hands that squeezed and fondled in 
a manner that left her legs weak. The fumbling boys 
back home had not triggered the hot sensations these 
hands generated. Without realising it she relaxed into 
the arms of the African behind her, and gasped as 
something hot and hard rubbed against her bottom!

Another African reached in through the press and ran up 
her jean clad leg seeking out a chance to squeeze her 
pussy. She made no attempt this time to push it away. 
The babble of the excited African men was rising.

Vicky's heart was pounding. 

These men were going to do things to her!

Her virgin pussy throbbed and the sensations in her 
loins were hot and unbelievably exquisite. 

***

Joseph pounded on the shop door.

As soon as he saw the shopkeeper flick the sign over to 
closed, he had known the white girl inside was in 
trouble!

There were a sizable number of African men in that shop 
and the shopkeeper would be selling a different product 
than wood carvings if Joseph did not act quickly!

He was not prepared to have such a lovely girl become 
soiled goods at the hands of these peasants! It would 
cost him money! Never mind his own enjoyment.

"Pieta! Get around the back!"

"We won't have time! Those horny bastards are already 
stripping her!"

Joseph looked up to see one of the Africans toss aside 
the ornate, narrow belt he had seen decorating the 
girl's slim waist.

The shopkeeper inside was still trying to shoo him 
away.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the shop's 
lock.

The look of shock and panic on the shopkeeper's face 
would have been comical, if Joseph had just heard the 
distinct sound of tearing cloth from inside the shop 
and a roar from the African's inside!

He had little time to waste.

Pieta slammed his CIO warrant pass against the glass, 
and the shopkeeper's legs seemed to give way as he 
looked with horror at the dreaded symbol of the 
Zimbabwe secret police!

He fumbled quickly opening the locked door, and was 
relieved to be just violently pushed aside as the two 
men rushed inside. He collapsed on the floor and stayed 
there as shots rang out!

Joseph knew these rampant, aroused African males with a 
young white girl in their grasp were not going to 
surrender her just by asking.

One shot had not been enough!

The second and last one that would be aimed at the 
ceiling was fired from thrust in among the African 
heads around the girl.

It was enough as startled, panicked and confused 
Africans dived for cover. Leaving Vicky struggling in 
the arms of the African, now seeking to use her as a 
shield. Her jeans had been pushed partly down her hips, 
her top was torn and a pert jutting breast with a 
hardened pink tip had burst out.

Joseph paused to drink in the lovely sight.

Then he raised the gun and pointed it at the head of 
the African behind her.

That African promptly shrieked and fell to his feet, 
curling into a ball, babbling incoherently.

***

The white girl looked confused, stunned, her flushed 
pretty face shone. Belatedly she reached up a hand to 
cover her exposed breast. Suddenly conscious that her 
jeans were halfway down her hips.

He realised this girl had not been afraid or terrified 
by what the Africans had been preparing to do.

She had been excited, and aroused.

Perfect, he thought, just perfect. She would be a 
fantastic whore!

Africa was short of enthusiastic and pretty white 
whores.

He almost rubbed his hand at the thought of the money 
he would make!

He reached forward and took her hand pulling her 
forcefully towards him.

Startled she allowed herself to be pulled forward by 
this handsome African with a gun! She stumbled against 
him, and he steadied her with an arm around her waist.

"Come on sweetpea, I have saved you!"

Vicky caught herself starting to pout. She hadn't 
wanted to be saved. Those men had been going to do 
things to her.....

She just knew she had been about to be fucked for the 
first time, and this man had stopped them! She started 
to complain, when the hand around her waist dropped to 
cup her bottom and pull her close.

He has pulled her very close, and she felt a hot 
hardness press against her stomach.

The African behind her had been enthusiastically 
rubbing his hardness against her soft bottom. Now she 
felt her rescuer's hard cock was pushing against her 
soft stomach!

She felt her pulse race, as she looked up at the 
African who had scared the others way. His eyes were on 
her partly exposed breast, and she could see he liked 
what he was looking at.

Her heart started racing again, and she stopped 
resisting as the hand on her bottom urged her closer to 
the hot hardness pressing into her. She could feel it 
throbbing!

This man had 'saved her' because he wanted what the 
other Africans had been going to take.

She was still going to be fucked!

She was sure of it!

She saw his gaze on her face and flushed looking away.

***

Joseph's arm passed possessively around her slim waist 
as he led her out of the shop. The former horny African 
men were now driven by fear to keep out of his way. 
Pieta strolled arrogantly and confidently past them, 
noting that none dared meet his gaze. 

Vicky was acutely conscious of the strong, warm arm 
around the waist. Africans gathering out side the shop 
were staring at her. She had forgotten her exposed 
breast, but her thoughts were on the strong man at her 
side, and the possessive way he held her close.

The warmth of his body, she looked up at him. He was 
glaring at the crowd who quickly parted for him as he 
made his way to his car. She was impressed at the way 
they cleared for him. When she walked these shops with 
her father she had been regularly groped and fondled, 
even in her father's presence.

These same Africans now watched and kept clear of the 
man holding her. His colleague following behind 
suddenly rushed forward and open one of the rear doors 
of the car.

She noted the distinctive sign, and recognised it as a 
Mercedes. An expensive car and it was much more 
impressive that the usual cars driven by accident.

She slipped into the back seat and the African followed 
her in while the other closed the door, before rushing 
around to the driver's door.

"Well sweetpea, that was close! What is your name?"

"Vicky....Vicky Jones." She smiled tentatively up at 
the African.

"My name is Joseph, and I work for government 
security."

Vicky's eyes widened, then as he held up a badge she 
looked at it. Central Intelligence Organisation... her 
eyes focussed on those words. Even though she had only 
been in the country she had heard on the CIO. 

The government's 'Terror Squad' was renowned for its 
brutality and ruthlessness. Dismissed by the white 
population she had met, Vicky had noticed that 
dismissal was edged with nervousness. She looked closer 
and realised that 'Joseph' was a Major in that force. 
That explained the expensive car. She couldn't help but 
be impressed.

***

Joseph's interest was in the firm pink mound jutting 
through the torn cloth. It was full, and looked firm. 
The pink tip was already hardened, but not fully 
aroused. He grinned and reached forward.

Vicky gasped as a black hand firmly cupped her exposed 
breast and lightly squeezed. The hand was hot and 
strong, the light caress and squeezing soon became 
firmer and she squirmed at the acute hot flush that 
flooded her loins. She fell back in the car, but an arm 
around her shoulders pulled her close and the hand on 
her breast became the focal point of her life. 

Boys had sought a quick grope before, quick daring 
grabs, but Joseph's adept and confident fondling of her 
was the first time she had felt a warm strong hand 
caress the bare skin of her breast.

His palm seemed slid backwards and forwards across her 
nipple and hot darts of pleasure seemed to quiver 
through her body. Oh Wow!

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Like that sweetpea?"

She looked up at the confident grinning African, and he 
smiled at her and his hand worked magic on her breast!

Joseph looked down into startled and wide blue eyes. 
She looked so confused, but was obviously excited. 
Those wide eyes showed no fear, and the firming nipple 
under his palm demonstrated the young woman's growing 
sexual arousal.

Her face, now he could see it up close and without 
distractions, was perfect. An oval of perfection, with 
soft white cheeks flushed pink with excitement. He just 
a loved blushing, embarrassed, submissive white women, 
and this girl had all the behavior of a natural 
submissive.

He squeezed the firm, full and young breast in his 
hand. African women rarely had breasts so full and firm 
for long, and the firm roundness in his hand was a 
marvel.

Black men would pay good money just to suck on round 
full white breasts like these. They would love to taste 
the fresh pink nipple, and run their greedy tongues 
over it. Those sort of men would not be able to afford 
more, but would happily spend the rest of the month 
waiting and dreaming of doing it again.

This young honey would probably cream in her pants as 
black men queued in line to pay Z$5 dollars to suck and 
lick her nipples. Then when he took her home afterwards 
she would be so hot and aroused she would be leaping on 
his cock for satisfaction, or any other male cock that 
was available.

He grinned and ran a thumb across peach perfect lips. 
She had a high forehead and the blond curls framed her 
perfection. He could sense her uncertainty how to 
respond to the probing thumb at her mouth, and grinned 
at this evidence of her innocence. A more experienced 
woman would be sucking his thumb into her mouth, or 
sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, or his thumb.

He cherished such innocence. She would not retain it 
long, but the men he sold her to would recognise and 
delight in their opportunity to despoil an innocent, 
young, white beauty like this.

Not that his own throbbing cock was not signaling its 
own appreciation of the soft warm female held close.

He squeezed the youthful, full, white orb, in his hand 
and watched her eyes widen further, her pretty face 
flush, and her perfect lips gasp and part. God she was 
worth a fortune!

He knew men who would be willing to pay a fortune to 
hold such a white beauty in their hand while they 
guided those perfect lips over their lust hardened 
black cocks. Or to have that so pretty white face 
forced between their black buttocks until her soft 
tongue licked, lapped and pushed in.

He bent his head and gently kissed those softly parted 
lips. He felt her sudden spasm as his lips pressed 
firmly down, and grinned wondering if she had ever been 
really kissed before.

 He could not understand Englishmen who allowed such 
pretty females in their family to remain unmarried. If 
this young woman had been African, she would have been 
married years ago, and have a brood of kids by now. 
That was how it should be!

Not that he could complain. There would then be no 
opportunity for men like him to have their fun with 
them.

He lifted his lips from hers, and found them following 
after. He grinned even innocence, could not hide the 
passion underneath.

"How old are you Vicky?"

"Seventeen!" There was a defiant note in her voice, and 
it would not have surprised him if she had told him her 
seventeenth birthday had been just two weeks earlier. 
Vicky kept quiet about that, not wanting him to think 
of her as a youngster.

He looked down at the torn top and exposed, rounded 
pink flesh.

"Your mum at home?"

Vicky nodded.

"Would she understand you coming home like this?" He 
nodded at the torn clothes, and nearly laughed at the 
sudden alarm in her eyes.

"Perhaps we should go back to my villa, where I am sure 
I can find you a new top."

Vicky was quick to accept. Besides she did not want to 
go home at the moment. She looked up at the handsome 
African who had, she decided, rescued her indeed.

He grinned back down at her and when his lips lowered, 
hers rose to meet them!

The kiss was passionate, and Vicky eagerly responded. 
She felt his arm, comforting and strong around her. His 
lips pressed down on hers, and his tongue snaked into 
her mouth.

Vicky's heart leapt into her throat in shock and 
excitement. She was unsure how to respond, but his 
probing searching tongue found hers and her own tongue 
leapt to meet it. 

She stopped thinking and kissed.

His tongue was hot and active, duelling and sliding 
against her own more slender tongue. She nearly fainted 
from pleasure and excitement. Kissing like this was 
wild! His arm around her made her feel safe, and the 
heat of a man's body pressing against her own was 
wonderful and thrilling.

She give no thought that he was black.

That she was white was very much on Joseph's mind. She 
was cute, pretty, and responsive. He could sense this 
was all knew to her, and he relished the idea that she 
might really by innocent and naive. He loved breaking 
in innocent white girls. His clients would pay huge 
sums for the pleasure such a delightful, enthusiastic 
innocent would provide them.

At seventeen she was a lot older than many of them 
would prefer, but her soft beauty was a marvel they 
would treasure.

His hands stroked and caressed her soft slim form, but 
Vicky's focus was on her mouth and the wonderful 
discovery she had made. Now she knew what real kissing 
was all about!

***

Vicky hardly noticed as the car passed through the 
wrought iron gates of a high walled villa. She hardly 
noticed the car come to a halt. All her senses were 
focused on the exciting, exploring, demanding male 
tongue in her mouth. Male lips crushed her own soft 
lips, in an exciting, demanding way. Her world had 
entered a new dimension. This was what she had needed. 
To be held, kissed and caressed. To be held against a 
hard male body.

Her body was on fire with a lust and excitement she had 
never felt before.

When Joseph pulled away to open the car door, he had to 
push the eagerly kissing girl away. He laughed with 
amusement at her enthusiasm.

Pieta opened the door for him, and Joseph stepped out. 
Vicky followed, and Pieta ogled lustfully the round 
white breast, partly exposed by the torn cloth. His 
cock stood to attention in his trousers, as it had 
during the drive to Joseph's villa. The sounds in the 
backseat had been clear enough, and he knew Joseph well 
enough to know the man would not deny him the 
opportunity to fuck the girl, once he had taken his own 
pleasure.

The sight of that soft skinned, round, jutting pink 
tipped orb fired his own lust. Like many Africans he 
had a deep desire to bed as many white women as 
possible, and this young honey was particularly 
tempting. He would want to suck on that nipple, nibble 
on that soft white ear, and ram his black cock hard and 
deep inside that slim, white body. 

Vicky had forgotten her exposed breast. She looked at 
the yellow painted villa, in front of her with its 
ornamental red stone framed windows. The gardens were 
lush and vibrant with colour. 

She had thought the villa her father's white employer 
had provided was an example of sumptuous colonial 
splendour, even if it was slightly run down. This 
villa, by comparison, was sharp and bright. Recently 
painted, with every sign of careful and meticulous 
maintenance. The gardens had smartly clipped lawns. The 
flowers were so brilliant, and colourful, she almost 
felt someone had dusted the leaves.

This villa oozed wealth and privilege.

"Is this yours?" she asked Joseph.

"This is just my town house. I have several villa's I 
use for business." He failed to mention he used them to 
host his escort and brothel businesses.

"I also own a farm, though it is not as well looked 
after as its previous owners." He failed to mention the 
previous owners were buried in the fields. Tipped into 
a grave after his men had finished their fun.

"My main home is a lodge near Bulawayo, away up in the 
hills. I could take you there someday if you like." He 
turned back to see Vicky, tuck her breast inside her 
torn clothing. She seemed to shiver slightly and he 
wondered at that on this hot afternoon.

Vicky had seen the armed guards standing by the villa 
gates. They were big men! She hadn't seen many men that 
tall! They were in military uniform, and steel bayonets 
shone evilly in the sunlight. Those guns may have had 
bayonets, but they looked very modern instruments of 
death. The African soldiers had been watching her. Had, 
she realised, been staring at her exposed breast. She 
shivered as she tucked it away. Wondering what it would 
be like to be at the mercy of those big lusting brutes.

Her pussy throbbed and pulsed at her illicit thoughts. 
Joseph had a lit a fire that was building higher. She 
turned towards him, and her heart leapt again as he 
caught her around the waist, lifted her squealing into 
the air, before turning her towards the villa's arched 
and covered entrance.

He released her, slapping her round, curvy bottom. She 
squealed, and jumped at the hard stinging slap that 
sent shivers through her loins.

Joseph laughed, it was a hearty, satisfied laugh, and 
Vicky liked it. He stepped forward and again wrapped 
his arm around her slender waist, pulling her close as 
she strode for the entrance.

The door opened and Vicky was surprised to see a white 
maid, hold open the door. She to look twice as she took 
in the very short, skirt, and tight low cut top that 
left curvy breasts bulging up and out. Barely 
constrained by the dark, black uniform. She felt a pang 
of acute jealousy as she saw the young woman's beauty.

The white maid had eyes only for Joseph and Vicky 
glared daggers at her. This young white woman was 
serious competition! She pressed herself closer to 
Joseph. Then wrapped her own arm around Joseph's warm 
waist and squeezed.

Then they were passed, and Joseph was striding deeper 
into the villa, across, white marble tiles.

***

Vicky let herself by guided, by Joseph. Her eyes 
darting from ornate silver statues of animals, to a 
carved ivory chess set. Her eyes took in the full mane, 
and glazed eyes, of a lion's head hanging from the 
wall. Then it was all past her and her heart give a 
thump as they entered a room with the largest bed she 
had ever seen.

Joseph's large black hands encircled her slim waist as 
he urged her towards the bed. Vicky hesitated but only 
momentarily.

Joseph enjoyed the feel of the slim waist, in his hands 
as he urged the sweet smelling girl towards his bed. 
Now was not the time to let her stop and think. The bed 
made clear his intentions, as if there could have been 
any doubt in the girl's mind.

Her momentary hesitation reminded him that she might 
well be more innocent than the display of her tightly 
clad thighs and bottom indicated.

They reached the edge of his bed and one hand dropped 
to cup that tightly clad curvy derriere and lift and 
push the squealing young woman on to the bed.

She rolled away, but he caught her quickly, throwing a 
leg over her and pinning the squirming, wriggling body 
beneath him. Her soft, warm curves filled his hands as 
he caressed and stroked the panting girl.

His hands sought out the full round orbs of her 
breasts. Her top tore further as he pulled the cloth 
clear of that wonderful, pink tipped orb. Then his 
eager lips dropped and seized on an already hard 
nipple.

He felt the girl beneath him spasm and jerk as his 
teeth and lips toyed and played with the excited tip, 
now hardened and darkened in arousal. His tongue 
savoured the taste, and his nose breathed in her sweet 
femininity. 

He brought a hand up between her legs, and enjoyed the 
renewed uncontrollable jerking of the young woman 
beneath him as she responded to the unfamiliar, but 
exciting feel of a warm, stroking hand between her 
legs.

He raised his head, enjoying the sight of her slender 
white neck. Before raising his head to look down into 
her excited flushed face. She was so, so pretty with 
those flushed pink cheeks, startled looking wide blue 
eyes, and soft trembling lips.

He lowered his lips again and crushed their softness 
with his own eager demanding kiss, sliding his tongue 
inside and searching out the soft hot innocent tongue 
within.

He held her firmly as her excited squeals and wriggles 
threatened to dislodge him. Enjoying her warm, nubile 
curves press and push against him.

He kissed firmly, into a gasping, breathless young 
girl, who was struggling to cope with sensory overload.

Vicky squirmed below the demanding kiss. She could feel 
the weight of his body pressing her down, and the hand 
between her legs was tantalising, in its slow gentle 
strokes. 

She had never been kissed like this. The aggressive 
demanding passion of the black man on top of her was 
sending her own physical and emotional responses 
haywire!

He moved against her and something hot and throbbing 
pressed against her thigh. It was his cock she 
realised. It was so much hotter than the rest of him. 
She could feel it throb and pulse through the material 
of her jeans and she wondered what it would be like 
against her bare skin.

Then her heart leapt at the realisation that she might 
be feeling a lot more than it throbbing against her 
bare skin. This man wanted to put it up inside her!

She struggled to breathe as her heart stopped her 
throat, and he stomach seemed to churn faster than a 
washing machine.

Oh God! I'm going to be fucked!

She wailed and clasped tightly to the African on top of 
her, as her loins spasm and pulsed, and a wave of heat 
and excitement surged from her loins. She clung to the 
Africans as waves of pleasure soared over her. Her 
panties became a sodden mess, as the juices of her 
first orgasm flooded her loins, and poured from her 
virginal pussy.

She fell back breathing heavily as the surging pleasure 
receded, and looked up in shock and surprise. Joseph 
allowed her suddenly nerveless fingers to release him 
and looked down at the flushed soft white beauty.

White women, he thought, were all the same. 

This honey was going to be a natural whore! It was hard 
to believe she was still a virgin. He had no doubt she 
was. If anything a more experienced woman would not 
have got so excited.

She was a typical English virgin full of suppressed, 
contained passion. Forced to restrain her behaviour by 
codes of social custom established in so many middle 
class households. 

Codes Joseph did not understand, but he loved the 
consequences, as his hand reached down and cupped and 
fondled an exposed white orb. All white, and pink and 
full, and his black fingers squeezed her soft white 
flesh between his fingers.

"You Ok?" He grinned down at the exciting nodding 
breathless girl.

Vicky was lost as she grinned in silly fashion at the 
African man above.

This was the sort of lusting black man her parents had 
warned her about, and she squirmed afresh at the 
thought of what he would do to her next.

Then his hand was at the belt of her jeans. Her hands 
dropped to the belt in a reflex action. Joseph looked 
at her, then took both her hands in his and raised them 
firmly and forcefully above her head.

Involuntarily her back arched and her full, jutting 
youthful breasts strained upwards. She watched as 
Joseph looked down at the suddenly enhanced curves of 
her breasts and she watched a greedy lust cross his 
eyes, and she could not contain a wriggle of her hips. 

Her pussy was so hot and excited she struggled to keep 
still!

He pressed her hands firmly into the bed, until had had 
the girl's attention. She realised he wanted her to 
keep her hands there and nodded her understanding.

Then he sat back on his heels and looked down at her.

Vicky wondered how many white women had been made to 
lie submissively before a black savage in Africa while 
he prepared to ravish her.

A suppressed mewling sound seemed to escape her lips.

Then he leaned forward and two hands made short work of 
her belt buckle. He drew the belt from around her 
waist. Vicky felt every inch of that belt as it slid 
away from her waist. She watched as Joseph wrapped her 
belt around his fist, and alarm set her pulses racing. 
He was holding it as though he was going to thrash her 
with it.

It took a strong will to keep her hands above her head.

Joseph grinned and she wondered if she had just past a 
test.

A thought crossed her mind. She had heard of 
sadomasochism. Had surreptitiously read the Marquis De 
Sade. She give a little shiver and wondered what might 
come later, as she watched him toss the belt aside.

Then his hands were at her jeans and for the first time 
in her life a man snapped the buttons open to her 
jeans.

She trembled as his hands pulled the material aside the 
zipper on her jeans slid down exposing the dainty pink 
panties. She saw his grin, and felt shame that she 
should be wearing such plain pink panties the first 
time a man saw them.

Joseph was not concerned, her pink panties blared 
innocence to him and his black cock strained for 
release. His hands clasped the coarse material of the 
jeans and pulled.

Vicky raised her hips, and it felt so natural to allow 
a man to pull them down. She felt a strange emotion 
wash through her, then smiled when she saw his eyes 
were ogling her smooth white upper thighs, as he tugged 
harder and the jeans were finally pulled free and 
tossed aside.  

His hands reached for her top and simply tore it open. 
Vicky gasped at the unexpected act, then she lay back 
and let him look. She watched his eyes rove over her 
exposed body and saw the hunger and lust rise. She 
shivered that she could have such an effect on a grown 
man!

Her own excitement rose when he stood and removed his 
shirt. She was surprised to see ribbed muscled across 
his stomach. His arms were full, and the muscles were 
evident, if not pronounced. 

A bead of sweat had formed on his brow, and she 
wondered if that was due to sexual excitement. It did 
not seem hot in the room. Then his hands dropped to his 
trousers. Her heart stopped again as he unbuckled his 
belt, and she found herself squirming on the bed.

There was a heat in her loins that was bubbling within 
her. She flushed as she realized that her pink panties 
were soaked and clinging to her virginal vulva like a 
second skin.

The trousers fell and Vicky's eyes were glued to his 
loins. The bulge in his shorts looked huge! It was 
straining the material! She couldn't take her eyes 
away.

This would be the first time she had seen a man's cock 
aroused!

Joseph grinned as he looked down at the nearly naked 
young white girl on the bed. He could see her eyes 
glued on his loins, as only an excited, fearful virgin 
would.

He stroked his cock through his shorts, making it 
lengthen and thicken, and enjoyed the surprised look of 
the young woman's face as she watched the bulge in his 
shorts expand further.

He shucked his shorts down and his erect cock bounced 
and bobbed in freedom. He watched as Vicky's eyes 
widened in shock.

He reached forward and pulled one pink sock free of her 
foot. It seemed a small dainty foot, then he pulled the 
other sock free and climbed onto the bed.

Vicky's were locked on that bobbing, throbbing, still 
lengthening black cock. It was so much longer and 
thicker than even her feverish teenage imagination had 
anticipated.

"It's too big!"

Joseph held in an instinct to burst of laughter. He had 
known experienced white wives make that remark. He 
climbed on the bed and with an easy move pushed apart 
shapely white thighs and moved over and above the 
suddenly tense young woman.

It would have been so easy, at this point to ram home 
and take his pleasure, but Joseph had a long term of 
goal of making this woman desire to be fucked again, 
and again. She had every potential of being a good 
money earner, but first he had to work at turning her 
from an innocent virgin, to a willing whore.

He looked down at heaving white breasts, so full and 
firm. They jutted firmly upwards even as Vicky lay on 
her back. The darkened, aroused pink aureoles would be 
his first line of attack.

He dropped his lips and sucked the already hard tip 
into his mouth. He enjoyed the sudden spasm as Vicky 
jerked at the intense feel of a man's mouth sucking her 
nipple into his mouth!

He sucked, nibbled, and gently chewed with his teeth. 
Enjoying the soft warmth of the young woman squirming 
and wriggling her body beneath him.

Vicky bit her lip. She closed her eyes and squirmed 
with a deep longing and need as teeth and lips toyed 
with her over sensitive nipple. She had never realised 
that her nipples could be the source of such pleasure. 

Having only recently passed her 17th birthday she was 
totally unprepared for the sensations emanating from 
that over excited peak of flesh. Hot flushes seemed to 
come and go. Pleasure was radiating out from the 
attention it was receiving.

Then Joseph lifted his head and moved to her other 
breast. She clasped him hard, not sure if she wanted to 
pull him closer, or push him away. She became conscious 
that his firm, warm, black body was pressed to hers and 
of his heat and masculine strength. Her lithe legs came 
and for the first time in her life she clasped a man 
between her legs.

Her legs flew apart in shock at the feel of his hot 
hard strength. The end of his cock seemed to push a 
line of wet liquid along the soft, virginal inner skin 
of thigh.

Alarmed she pulled her leg away. She felt the wet, 
slick lips of her vulva slide apart like an opening 
lotus. Realising that she had involuntarily opened 
herself to that advancing hard cock, she brought her 
thigh back in close. 

In doing so she found herself pressing her thigh fully 
against the whole length of his hard, hot, throbbing 
cock. She shivered as she felt a hot, hairy sack of 
flesh at the base of the cock, and realised that she 
was feeling a man's testicles against the soft inner 
skin of her thigh.

Her leg flew apart again, and the slick, folds of vulva 
opened more easily. She whimpered in confused fear and 
excitement as the black man above her moved and 
positioned himself.

She tried to clamp her thighs together to protect her 
innocent womanhood from that big, thrusting maleness 
now between her legs.

"It's too big!" she repeated, even as she remembered 
her former school friends giggling and joking about 
'big cocks'. The reality of such a big cock being 
pushed inside scared her, even as she felt a deep 
longing to feel it in her!

Joseph rose from the firm succulent morsel he had 
enjoyed so thoroughly. It had tasted so fresh, and 
clean. Her youthful breast firm in his mouth as he 
sucked and licked. He grinned at the mountain peaks her 
nipples had become. He could feel her youthful warmth, 
trembling and shivering below him. He recognised the 
uncontrolled excitement that was gripping the young 
white woman.

"Easy girl, this will be easy. You are more than ready 
to become a woman".

Wide, nervous blue eyes met his and he grinned. He 
gently stroked her soft, slim arms, enjoying the soft, 
white flesh. 

"I'm scared, I... I... I've never done it before!"

"So every woman says the first time. I am going to make 
it good for you!"

Vicky tried to say something, but her mind was on the 
hot throbbing heat on her thigh as his black cock slid 
gently up and down her white thigh.

Hot wet liquid trailed her thigh. It was pre-cum. She 
knew the term. Another fear suddenly shot to the fore! 
Those soft hairy balls she could feel on her leg were 
full of baby making sperm!

"I don't want a baby!"

Joseph grinned, at her sudden alarm. He did not intend 
to pull out, and was sure that when the time came this 
hot, if innocent woman, would not want to him to pull 
out either.

"Relax, I am not going to come inside you," he lied.

He felt her relax. The chances of getting her pregnant 
would be low, but he would take the risk. He did not 
want her getting pregnant so early in her new financial 
relationship with him! 

His own lust would not be denied!

He reached up and stroked her soft cheek, and was 
pleased when she pushed her pretty face into his hand 
like a kitten looking for affection. He turned her head 
to one side, encountering no resistance, then dipped 
his head again.

His tongue licked the delightfully soft skin of her 
neck. As his tongue playing backwards and forwards he 
enjoyed her squirming and gripped her slim white 
shoulders tightly.

He wriggled his hips, pushing her hot thigh aside, and 
getting into position.

His tongue rose higher and he licked the dainty lobe of 
her small white ear. Then he pushed hard, swirling his 
tongue, and the girl beneath him seemed to spasm and 
jerk as he pushed his tongue into her ear.

He edged his hips forwards and the wet slick heat of 
wet womanhood seemed to greet his cock. As suspected 
her woman hood had opened up in readiness.

Her innocence not matched by her body's readiness to 
receive.

He felt her hands on his arms clasp him tightly, in a 
fearsome grip.

His teeth closed on the soft lobe of her ear, and bit!

He watched her eyes widen in shock.

She shook beneath him, and her the tight grip on his 
arms changed.

He thrust, and Vicky lost her virginity.

***

Joseph heaved himself above, his hand firmly gripping 
the slim white shoulders of the wriggling, struggling 
white virgin beneath him.

God, she was tight! He thrust again, and felt tight 
rings of muscle weaken and give up as he heaved and 
thrust his hips urging his cock deep enough to be 
secure against her wriggles.

Her scream of shock had both surprised and delighted 
him. That scream would go over well on the video Pieta 
was making from the next room.

"Easy now, you are a woman in every sense now."

Vicky didn't care.

It had hurt!

She felt torn inside. She had read of this. Some girls 
at school said it sometimes didn't hurt. Her loins 
throbbed, the pain was still there, but not so intense.

"It IS TOO big!" she wailed.

Joseph gritted his teeth as her inner muscles clamped 
hard on his intruding cock. He held firm, and wriggled 
his hips from side to side.

"No don't move!"

"Relax honey, this is going to be so good."

"It will never be good! You hurt me!"

Joseph looked down into the alarmed flushed white face. 
He saw the genuine alarm in her eyes and felt a moment 
of compassion. He leaned down and kissed her white 
forehead. Her eyes closed, and he dropped his lips to 
her eyes and kissed the closed lids.

He felt her start to relax, but resisted the inner 
drive to thrust. He stroked her face and made soothing 
noises.

Then he gripped those long blond tresses and pulled her 
head, back making a point of ensuring she faced the 
mirror behind which the video camera's would be 
whirling away.

He dropped his mouth to her ear and licked again, his 
tongue softly tracing the pink marks his teeth had left 
behind after he had distracted her with his bite.

Soft weak mewling sounds escaped her lips.

He twirled his tongue, into the white inner ear, and 
felt her chest rise and fall against him as his tongue 
aroused and excited her.

Her whimpers became breathless and when he felt her 
muscled relax around his cock, he pushed deeper. He 
felt her tense for a moment, but the expected clamp of 
her vaginal muscles did not come and he pushed in 
through another inch of tight resisting muscle.

"You're being fucked honey!"

He watched her eyes flutter, and her held breath seemed 
to exhale. He pulled back his hips and saw the surprise 
in her eyes before he thrust again even deeper.

"Fucked," he whispered in that dainty ear now wet from 
his tongue.

He pushed deeper. This time feeling a few inches slide 
into her hot wet interior. He paused for a moment 
having to hold himself back. She was so incredibly hot 
and tight! He fought the urge to come. To spend his 
lust in this English virgin.

No one in the world would ever experience what he was 
experiencing now! His alone was the taking of this 
woman's innocence, her virginity, her tight vulva would 
never be this tight and resisting again.

He savoured an experience no one else would ever enjoy.

***

Vicky's shock at the bite on her ear, had evaporated as 
pain wracked her loins. Her cream of shock and pain had 
burst from her.

That hot, hard cudgel of black male cock that had been 
nudging her open womanhood had torn through her hymen 
in one brutal thrust.

It hurt!!!

Pain shot outwards from her loins as the pleasure 
disintegrated.

It was too big, he was going to rip her open!

"It's TOO big!"

She clamped around the invading, pushing cock, using 
muscles never before used to try and deny him further 
entry.

His coaxing, sympathetic words meant nothing. Pain 
throbbed in her loins and his cock was trying to push 
into a channel not used to such activity.

She could feel every throb of the cock that was barely 
inside her. Its head seemed huge and was pushing its 
way forward. She bit her lips in anguish and clamped 
harder. 

It was surprisingly hot she thought, and so hard! She 
wanted to resist its advance inside her. She felt it 
flex and jerk in response to clamping muscles and an 
unexpected flush of pleasure momentarily diluted the 
pain.

The pleasure confused her. She felt torn and bruised 
inside.

Some girls said it hurt, others said it didn't! She 
could not understand those girls who said it did not 
hurt! Was there something wrong with her, that made it 
hurt.

She felt soft lips on her forehead and looked up 
startled to see Joseph looking down at her smiling. 
There was kindness and understanding in his eyes and 
her heart welled up.

He cared! He cared! He was not a brute beast!

She was startled when his soft lips kissed her eyelids, 
and shivered.

When his hand delved into her blond curls she give no 
thought, and was doubly shocked when he pulled and 
twisted on those curls turning her face to one side.

She stared at the large mirror, on one side of the 
room. She had not seen a mirror so big. The stark 
images on that mirror were of a black male atop a slim 
pretty white girl.

She could see the muscles of his bottom, clench and 
flex. Her lithe legs flapped on either side of him. His 
body was hard and lean and so black!

She felt a sudden thrill rush through her at the sight, 
then his tongue entered her ear and she squirmed in 
pleasure at its hot wet travels.

She relaxed, and another inch of thick, black cock 
thrust deeper inside her!

She tensed, but the clamping of her bruised inner 
muscles hurt, and she relaxed them again.

"Your being fucked honey!" 

The words shocked and excited in equal measure.

She looked in the mirror and saw the evidence of his 
words.

She could not understand how she could be excited and 
in pain! Her innocence and inexperience confused her. 
What should she do?

She watched his thighs shift and move in the mirror, 
and then she felt his cock slide deeper into her 
ruptured virtue.

"Fucked."

The words seemed to waft into her ear borne on his hot 
breath. Her heart leapt at the words. The sliding cock 
had not triggered more pain. It's hardness did not seem 
to threatening. She closed her inner muscles on his 
cock less tightly, and the muscles did not complain. 

She could feel it pulse, and throb inside her and 
pleasure again flushed over her. She could feel that 
thick head, still threatening to push deeper, but 
behind her inner sheath clasped the hardness. It had 
soft exterior and she could feel gnarled veins that 
seemed to pulse and throb on their own.

She tried to explore the feel of it inside her, and 
thought it would be easier if there was more inside 
her. She wriggled her hips and the cock slid deeper. No 
pain accompanied that inward thrust.

She opened her eyes, and found Joseph's smiling eyes 
looking into hers. She stared into those dark 
mesmerising eyes. She could feel the heat of his 
masculine body pressed to hers. The heavy weight of him 
that pressed her legs aside, no longer seemed scary. It 
was comforting and warm, she found her legs coming up, 
not to push him away but to hold his warmth close.

"Like it honey?"

She momentarily looked unsure, then tentatively smiled 
and nodded.

"I'm going to fuck you shortly."

Vicky's eyes widened.

What was he doing now if not fucking her?

"You want it deeper?" His cock flexed, pulsed and 
throbbed hotly

Vicky nodded quickly.

"So tell me what you want, honey."

"I'm confused!"

"You want more of my cock?"

"Yes! Oh Yes. I like it!"

"You want me to fuck you with it?"

"God yes! I want you to fuck me!"

Joseph grinned. He kept his grip on her shoulders 
tight, then humped his hips. Hot, tight, vaginal 
muscles were too slick to resist his entry as more 
black inches pressed deeper into young white womanhood.

Joseph's thoughts flicked for a moment to the men who 
would follow where he led. Men who would pay, and pay 
heavily, to enjoy this soft young white woman beneath 
him.

He heard the girl beneath him groan, and whimper. He 
thrust, and thrust again. He ignored her whimpers and 
thrust harder. His balls, soft and hairy slapped 
against the ruined innocence that his cock had taken.

He grinned, paused for a moment, then pulled a short 
way out. He felt her arms and legs clamp him tightly as 
he withdrew and grinned at this evidence of her 
excitement.

He thrust again, only this time he quickly withdrew and 
thrust.

"Ooooooh God...." wailed Vicky trembling beneath him.

He gave her no time to recover, but rapidly thrust and 
withdrew repeatedly. The young woman beneath shook and 
shivered as unexpected, and highly intense pleasure now 
pulsed, throbbed and radiated from her plundered loins.

***

Pieta looked through the viewfinder, and lusted at the 
sight of the lush, young, white beauty being ravished 
by his boss. The camera caught the image of Joseph's 
hard black body thrusting and humping into the soft, 
curvy white body. 

As Joseph rose prior to thrusting again, Pieta zoomed 
in on a white breast that released from the crushing 
pressure of Joseph's chest had popped upright. Firm and 
upstanding the round breast jutted proud. He momentary 
caught the sight of a highly aroused, thickened peak, 
before the whole soft white breast was crushed by 
Joseph's returning black chest.

He switched to another camera, and watched her lithe 
shapely thighs clamp and squeeze Joseph closer. That 
was working fine, so he turned to the camera that had 
been set up to focus on her face.

He had learned his camera skills filming torture 
victims. The CIO had learned quickly that nothing was 
more guaranteed to scare someone into talking than to 
show him a compendium of previously tortured victims. 
Especially if they were family members, fucking a 
pretty white thirteen year old girl and then showing 
the film to her father was usually enough to break a 
white farmer. 

Of course, it delighted Pieta if it didn't. In those 
instances he was allowed to have some real fun! 
Anything was permitted when rich and powerful Africans 
decided they wanted a farm or a factory.

Black, white, brown, yellow, male, female, young, old 
Pieta had tortured them all. Though it was the women he 
had the fondest memories of.

He glanced through the viewfinder, and smiled in 
delight at the flushed pretty face perfectly framed in 
the shot. Her lips were parted, and he could see her 
panting hard. Her eyes were glazed, and her eyelids 
fluttering. He suspected she was close to orgasm.

He switched to the middle camera. This shot, if 
successful, would make the difference from an average 
run of the mill inter-racial porno to a high demand 
expensive blue movie.

He already knew this video would sell well. He would 
put his special code on the label. A code that would 
allow high spenders to know that he was the filmmaker. 
If interested they would call, and Pieta and Joseph 
would arrange for the customer to have some private 
time with their new whore.

Reminded he glanced at the phone, the number 12 blinked 
and flashed. They had switched the phone off, when they 
brought the girl in. He wondered how many of those were 
rich Africans desperate for the white honey traps that 
he and Joseph had successfully recruited, willing or 
not, to serve their wealthy clients.

He focused his mind on the shot, checking and re-
checking the focus. He could see the urgent, rapid 
thrusting that indicated Joseph was finally close to a 
climax.

The woman beneath him was squirming, bucking, and 
thrusting back at him. Her anxiety and sexual 
excitement obvious, then Joseph bucked and jerked. 
Vicky's legs seemed to shoot out towards the ceiling 
and Pieta suspected she had come as well, as for the 
first time in her life she felt hot sperm shooting in 
pulsing jets into her eager and receptive womanhood.

He concentrated. Knowing what was coming next. Joseph 
was panting heavily, but he would not forget. He 
hadn't. He watched as Joseph rose to his knees, pulling 
Vicky's loins with him. Holding her close.

Pieta glance quickly at the overhead camera checking it 
was on. That was all he needed to check. He knew it 
would be perfectly focused on the centre of the bed. 
Focused on white satin sheets stained and spattered 
with the evidence, with a virgin's blood.

He kept the camera steady and watched as Joseph 
withdrew.

His long cock dropped clear. It was still hard, though 
now less erect. He tightened the focus, and red drops 
dripped from the cock. He grinned. The focus was 
perfect.

Virginal blood from a white teenager, dripped slowly, 
but steadily from that long black cock.

Pieta grinned, rubbed his cock and headed into the 
room.

It was his turn.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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