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Leanne
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

A couple newly arrived in Zimbabwe attend their first 
company party to the satisfaction of the Company 
Directors. (MMF, intr, cuck)

***

Leanne squirmed in the arms of Osagyefo Kuntunkununko, 
he was holding her too close and she was feeling 
overpowered by his closeness. It was inappropriate! Her 
hands sought his to pull them away from her 
delightfully curvy bottom.

He was worse than a schoolboy, all groping hands and 
hot breath. He had even been so crass as to stick a 
cucumber or long carrot down his trousers and rub it 
against her. This was the sort of behaviour she 
expected from teenage boys in Watford, when she was 16 
years old. Not the sort of behaviour she expected from 
a mature man who held the post of Company Director in 
her husband's new company.

It had all started innocently enough. They had been 
delighted to be invited to a welcoming party. Most of 
the Company Director's were present. All were African. 
Not a surprise really. Most of the managers were white, 
and they were here with their wives and those daughters 
old enough to drink and socialise. Though some of the 
girls looked too young to be drinking no one seemed to 
care. The dancing had been wild and carefree, very 
modern.

She had danced with all of the African Company 
Director's. It seemed to be the right thing to do. Mark 
had been drinking heavily as was his style, but he had 
not embarrassed her yet. After six years of marriage he 
had responded to redundancy in the UK by 
uncharacteristic drinking. Near the end of the evening 
the music had switched to mood music and she had not 
resisted when the African she had been dancing with had 
pulled her close. It would have been rude. Now she 
regretted not immediately returning to her husband.

The slow dance had turned into a wrestling match, with 
an African with six, remarkably strong arms and the 
libido of a teenage boy who has discovered sex for the 
first time!

She glanced across the room for her husband seeking his 
help. Mark was helping himself to another Pimm's Nr 1. 
She cringed inwardly. How many had he drunk tonight? 
She had lost count of the number of pints of Pimm's Nr 
1 her husband had drunk since arriving at the party. 

Ever since they had discovered this lovely brandy based 
drink laced with lemonade, orange, banana and various 
exotic fruits she still did not know the name of yet, 
they had both fallen in love with it. Unfortunately it 
was quite strong and Mark was not one for moderation. 
He had probably already drank well beyond his limit. 
Not that they worried too much. In the one month since 
arriving in Zimbabwe they had only seen one police car, 
and the driver of that had been clearly drunk himself.

It had given them both quite a fright trying to 
negotiate around a police car weaving all over the 
road.

'Ooooh!'

Her hand rose to slap Osagyefo's face.

The grinning African had just squeezed one of her full 
and jutting breasts!

Osagyefo received her slap with a grin and took 
advantage of her waving arm to slide his arm around her 
supple waist and urge her a few feet further to the 
left. She pushed at his chest. It was like pushing a 
brick wall. Her pushing seemed to have no effect on him 
at all, while he had one arm around her waist. The 
result of pushing away from him while her own waist was 
pinned by his arm was to rub her hips against him.

Osagyefo grinned as she squirmed in his arms.

Osagyefo loved the feel of this young woman in his 
arms. Taking a deep breath he relished her fresh smell, 
a warm homely smell of fresh clean white womanhood. 
White women smelt differently to African women and 
Osagyefu loved that smell. She seemed devoid of any 
scent, but her natural smell was delightful. He looked 
down at her flowing tawny hair, which flowed across her 
shoulders. His hands ran down her arms, stroking the 
soft velvet seeming skin.

Leanne squirmed free of his wandering hands, but they 
dropped to her waist. 

Osagyefo's large hands grasped her waist. With one hand 
holding her firm, his other hand slipped under her top 
caressing the soft flesh. He loved the way she twisted 
and squirmed to free herself. This young white woman 
was truly lovely. He pulled her forward and rubbed 
himself against her softness. He watched her look of 
annoyance and frustration. She was trying to be polite. 

To avoid creating a scene with her husband's employer.

He grinned. He enjoyed moments like this.

His hand slid lower. He cupped and held the tightly 
packed derriere of the new engineer's wife. Her bottom 
was soft, and curvy.

Leanne squirmed free again, and his hand slid back to 
her waist.

His cock was stiff and hard and he rubbed it against 
her, delighting in the softness of her body and she 
politely struggled against him. 

Leanne could feel that cucumber, hot against her thigh, 
rub slowly back and forth. Stupid boy! Did she really 
think that teenage trick would work with her!

She pulled her hips back and wrestled with his arm. 
Unfortunately, in pushing her hips away and trying to 
wrench free, her upper body swung round and all of a 
sudden she found her breasts crushed against his chest. 
The hand that had squeezed her breast now circled her 
shoulder and pulled her close. Squashing her full 
breasts against his chest.

She slapped him again.

Osagyefo's grin widened at the feisty response of this 
lovely English wife and pulled her close.

She flushed!

This was impossible where was her husband?

Osagyefo relished the feel the white woman's full, 
rounded, breasts crushed against his chest. Not many 
African women had the full, firm, jutting, roundness 
owned by Mark's lovely wife. The feel of them rubbing 
against his chest excited him further, he looked 
forward to holding and caressing them, kissing and 
sucking them. Even through their clothes he could feel 
the tell tale stiffness of her nipples. The woman was 
aroused despite all her protests.

He would make her squeal when he squeezed and twisted 
those taut buds. 

He twirled her around while she was off balance, and 
then edged her a few feet closer to the corridor 
leading to the bedrooms.

The other dancers casually moved aside as he slowly 
worked the unwitting female closer to the bedrooms.

All in the room knew what was intended.

Except Mark and Leanne.

Sarah, Tania, and Laura watched with envy and desire as 
Leanne was coaxed and wrestled across the room.

Bob, John, and Gary watched with barely suppressed 
excitement at the thought of what the African men were 
going to do with Mark's lovely wife. Bob, John and Gary 
were very excited and aroused about what the Africans 
were going to be doing tonight between those lovely 
legs, and the tight cheeks of her rounded bottom. 

The thought of that lovely head being held in place at 
an African's loins while a black cock was thrust 
between her lips was steadily driving them wild. Leanne 
was going to experience that which their own wives and 
daughters had experienced. The 'oh so clever' Mark was 
going to be cuckolded in typical African style, by 
multiple African men between his wife's legs. She may 
resist now, that just added to the excitement.

Fifteen year old Susan, and sixteen year old Rebecca, 
pouted in annoyance at the woman who was stealing the 
attention of the African men from their own eager and 
anxious young bodies. 

They were both hot and excited and eager to be fucked 
tonight.



Leanne was lovely. At 26 she was in the full bloom of 
her womanhood. Only five foot tall, but exceptionally 
shapely, with long, wavy ash blond hair. Spectacularly 
full and firm breasts enhanced by the tight tops Leanne 
had worn since her womanhood had sprouted into being. A 
supple waist, above a rounded peach like derriere that 
had drawn hungry eyes and turning heads since she was 
16. Full, shapely legs that give her bottom a 
delightful and natural sway as she walked.

The African Company Directors supped their drinks and 
cursed that it is was Osagyefo's turn to break in the 
new expat's wife. His cock would be the first to 
stretch open her undoubted tightness. They supped their 
drinks, and eyed Sarah, Tania, Laura, Susan, and 
Rebecca wondering which to spend time with before they 
got their own chance with the lovely Leanne.

Now that bundle of delightful womanhood was in the arms 
of a strong determined African who knew what he wanted, 
and was going to get what he wanted.

Mark struggled to his feet. He could sense the 
atmosphere in the room. Across the room he saw his wife 
in the arms of the Production Director. She seemed to 
be struggling with him. He shook his head to clear the 
alcohol, and looked again. This time Leanne was held 
close, and they seemed to be moving, dancing slowly. 
All the other couples were dancing slow and close.

He took another drink, and looked across at his wife 
and Osagyefo. Through a haze he watched Osagyefo's 
black hand move from his wife's waist. Slide lower, and 
cup and thoroughly caress his wife's curvy derriere, 
his black hand was starkly outlined on the bright 
whiteness of the tightly fitting jeans.

Hey.

That was out of order.

He moved to walk towards his wife and Osagyefo, but 
paused as a wave of vertigo assaulted him. For once he 
wished he had not drunk so much. Regaining control he 
walked over to his wife and Osagyefo.

Only to discover they were no longer there!

Bemused he looked around.

Over the shoulder of the Managing Director, Agboli 
Agbo, who was standing in the doorway he suddenly 
noticed Leanne and Osagyefo at the other end of the 
corridor. Leanne was struggling and pushing against 
him. Her lovely slim slightly tanned arms tight against 
the African's chest. He had his arms wrapped around her 
and was urging her towards the far door.

'Oi!' 

He struggled to contain the sudden surge in his throat. 
To curb the sickness he suddenly felt.

'That's my wife!'

He waved his arms, then struggled to overcome the 
resulting dizziness.

'Boss, stop him, he's going to rape her!'

Agboli glanced behind him then down at the drunken 
Englishman. He hoped he was not regularly drunk he 
expected another 23 months of hard work from this expat 
professional. He hoped he had not recruited a drunkard. 
He expected a full hard working commitment from his 
expat staff even if he and his friends were fucking 
their wives and daughters.

'Stop him...please?'

Agboli liked to hear white men beg. Not as much as he 
liked to hear their wives and daughters beg, but it was 
nice to see these so called professional experts 
reduced to begging. 

He always responded well to a woman's begging pleas.

Mark was out of luck, however.

'Don't be silly Mark. You have had too much too drink. 
Do not make a scene.'

'But...but...' he gestured and sought to move forward. 
Agboli's bulk blocked his way forward.

'She...he...'

Tania, John's wife, came forward and looked over 
Agboli's shoulder.

'Are you OK Leanne?'

Leanne looked down the corridor, show could not see her 
husband who was hidden behind Agboli's bulk. She saw 
Tania and rolled her eyes at her. She struggled to get 
her arms free and wave to her. Breathless and panting 
from her struggle, she was wordless.

Tania turned to Mark and laid her hand on his arm.

'She's OK.'

'But he is forcing her into that room.'

'No, not really, has she called out to you? Asked for 
your help? She is not fighting, and kicking and 
screaming! I think you have drunk too much and 
misunderstood the situation.'

Mark looked over Agboli's shoulder. Osagyefu had opened 
the door at the end of the corridor. With a lightning 
movement his left hand dived down over her bottom and 
with a quick flick of the wrist he goosed her.

Mark watched as Leanne seemed to leap into the air and 
bound into the room. Osagyefu grinned and followed her 
into the room closing the door behind them

Agboli grinned at Tania and Mark. He slipped a hand 
around Tania's waist while his free hand dipped into 
the front of Tania's dress. Mark watched disbelieving 
as her full, round white breast popped out of her 
dress. He stared at the black hand holding and 
caressing that white fullness.

Befuddled he turned to see Tania's husband Richard 
approach with a fresh Pimms. Mark took the drink 
astonished that Richard showed no anger or concern at 
Agboli's open caress of Tania's breast. 

He was confused.

***

Leanne gasped as the breath was knocked from her body. 
Osagyefo had slammed her back up against the wall then 
pinned her against it. His hand reached for her long 
tresses and jerked her head back.

Leanne squeal was smothered as his lips found hers.

Shocked by his fierce demanding mouth sought hers and 
the pain from her hair. Almost without realising she 
was doing it she was kissing him back. Their lips 
crushed together, seeking pleasure. His hard demanding 
mouth was electrifying.

She squealed again as his dark hand dove between her 
legs.

The animal!

He was so rough!

So forceful!

The teenage boy had transformed into a demanding 
lusting man and her knees were weak.

His hand jerked her hair again. She whimpered into his 
mouth and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue darted into 
his mouth.

Her hand feebly tried to push his hand from between her 
legs with little effect.

He cupped her vulva and stroked and petted the pussy 
within.

She moaned into his mouth.

His hand rose from between her legs. 

Strong fingers snapped free the button for her white 
jeans.

The sound of her zipper being lowered sent Leanne into 
another frenzy of struggling.

Mark! 

Mark!

She struggled thinking of her husband.

His dark hand slid inside the front of her jeans.

Slid deep inside her panties.

She struggled desperately to keep his hands from her 
private parts, anxious that he should not discover her 
excited state. It was so shameful that a man should 
arouse her other than her beloved husband Mark.

Her struggles only delayed the inevitable.

A thick black finger slid through the wet aroused lips 
of her feminine centre. It hooked through the soft 
hair, and pushed up and in.

She moaned into his mouth. As his lips broke free from 
hers, she looked up into his eyes. Grinning, laughing 
eyes that look down into hers.

With a little thrust his finger slipped further up 
inside her past the first knuckle, and in to the second 
knuckle.

'So wet.'

Leanne struggled not to slide down the wall. Her knees 
trembled.

The finger circled inside her.

'Oooooh.'

'Puta.'

The words shocked her. 

'No!'

His finger circled and his thumb found her clitoris.

'Ooooooooh!'

'Whore.'

'Nooo!'

He grinned and nodded at her as his finger aroused and 
excited her.

'You love it you lovely English slut.'

Leanne was shocked to be talked too like this!

What right had this man to call her such names?

To treat her like this?

Then his finger circled deeper and she nearly swooned 
at the pleasure.

His finger slipped out and Leanne found herself wishing 
it back in.

His hands were at her waist pushing down her jeans, She 
wriggled her hips to help the process, her panties 
falling with them.

She was pinned back against the wall in his arms again, 
as he again kissed. Now his hands had slid up inside 
her top. She offered no resistance as his large, 
calloused hands seized and caressed the full, jutting 
mounds.

She was startled that his hands were rough, calloused, 
the hands of labourer, who had worked hard. Not the 
soft professional hands of her husband, or those she 
would expect from a Company Director. She felt a pang 
of guilt at that comparison. She pulled free, and he 
slapped her. Shocked she looked at him.

He slapped her again.

'No more games.'

He reached for her top and pulled her closer.

In a moment he had shredded her top.

Leanne was appalled.

Mark had bought that top in Paris on their first 
wedding anniversary.

She was naked.

Osagyefo reached out for her hair twirling it into his 
hand.

Roughly he pulled it tight, twisting her around and 
using his grip on her hair hurled her onto the bed.

She shrieked in pain and surprise.

She stumbled across the room, collapsing onto the bed.

The animal!

To treat her so!

She rolled onto her back and looked up at him.

He stood there above her.

Immaculate.

Incredible, she thought. Here is a man who has stripped 
her, aroused her, and hurled her onto the bed, and 
there he stands still immaculate dressed.

She made no effort to get up from the bed...

She watched as he unfastened his tie.

Removed his jacket and took off his shirt.

She watched as he unfastened his belt and laid it 
aside.

He unfastened and removed his trousers.

She stared.

The cucumber... it... it was not a cucumber... it was 
for real!

She edged backwards on the bed, suddenly afraid.

He laughed and grabbed her slim white ankles in his 
large black hands and pulled her closer.



He stretched her.

Stretched her unbelievably... but it felt good.

It felt more than good.

It was terrific.

She writhed and squirmed beneath him.

His black body above hers rose and fell.

Humped and thrust.

She clasped him tight and thrust herself back at him.

Loving the incredible sensation his black cucumber was 
giving her. She had never dreamed a cock could be as 
big as this. Could be so long and so thick. That such a 
size could fit inside her. That it could feel so 
incredibly good. This was much better than sex with her 
loving caring husband!

She squealed and gasped.

Panted and groaned.

She urged him deeper.

When he came inside her it was like a hot geyser 
shooting up into the sky.

She nearly fainted from the pleasure and orgasm it gave 
her.

***

She lay sated and satisfied on the bed as he dressed.

She would have been shocked and horrified to discover 
that today Osagyefo was celebrating his sixtieth 
birthday. Though later when she discovered his age. She 
still found herself helpless to resist his advances.

As he left the room. Another Company Director, Samuel 
Osabu, entered the room.

Embarrassed, Leanne reached for her clothes and sought 
to get dressed. Samuel grinned and pulled the clothes 
out of her hand. She looked at him confused. She backed 
away as he advanced on her. His dark hands grasped her 
shoulders and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Shocked she looked up at him, as he started to undress.

Her eyes fell unconsciously to his trousers.

Her eyes widened at the large bulge in his trousers.

She lay back on the bed resting on her elbows as he 
stripped.

As he climbed onto the bed she spread her lovely legs 
for him.

It was incredible that two men should have such large 
cocks....



There were three more Company Directors at that party.

Leanne was not disappointed with the size of any of 
them.

Nor were they with her performance and response.

***

Mark woke up the next day with a huge hangover, and 
very little memory of the night before. What memory he 
did have he suppressed...

Until the next party....

(First published on Dark Secret.com)

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