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A Bad African Experience
by Savvas (savvas0009@hotmail. com)
edited by flying fingers
***
June and Ray accept a two year contract in Nigeria with
great anticipation and excitement, but end up
regretting their decision. (MF, nc, blkmail, intr)
***
June and Ray had been married for a year. Ray couldn't
believe his good fortune to have found a woman as
gorgeous as June. He didn't consider himself very
appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence
when he was around them.
He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the
time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood
5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a
result, he all but worshipped June and tried his best
to give her everything she asked for.
Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old
Irish bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing
green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and
tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat
stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium
size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by
pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when
aroused.
Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not
to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She
knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her
rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing
tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples
could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against
the thin material of her top.
The only problem with going to Nigeria, where Ray had
accepted a two year contract, was that June just didn't
care for black men, even though her encounters with
them had been quite limited. In her brief experience,
she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken.
Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way
they spoke to her, almost to the point of being
overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them
in other ways she couldn't explain.
Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria
when Ray's company asked for volunteers. It had been
explained that Ray's wages would be tripled (in
American money), that they would have servants and a
live on a large property secured by a tall fence and
heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a
month.
It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and
Ray told her excitedly that it was a change to have the
honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In
truth, June would have preferred almost any other
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings
to herself.
In Nigeria -----
In the beginning, everything went well. As promised,
they lived on a lovely property and had three
domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds
were large and full of greenery which June enjoyed
looking after. To their surprise and delight, the
property even had a small swimming pool.
To help pass the time, June decided that she would
attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a
handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the
other white workers, most of whom she found boring and
not her sort. Since their arrival, June had received
many invitations to join various women's groups, go to
morning coffees and other such, but she had declined
most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around
many of the other wives.
After a few months, June had found it almost impossible
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she
would be followed closely by a small group of black men
who would stare at her and make comments amongst
themselves, speaking in a language June couldn't
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she
finally began sending her domestic to do the food
shopping.
As time went on she did establish a friendship with the
gardener, a young man named George whose English was
surprisingly good. He seemed to June to be a proper
person and was always polite to her and Ray. He often
suggested that she go with him to the weekly market
where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard.
For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her
there was nothing to fear and she went with him.
That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very
loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of
her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat.
She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and
therefore she always covered herself as much as
possible when outside.
In truth, she knew there was another reason. Though she
was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a
showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this
place at least, modesty and caution should be her main
considerations when dressing for any 'public'
appearance.
After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck,
they arrived at the market and June was pleased to
notice several security guards. Most of the people
there were black and men. George told her he would stay
near the truck and June went off looking, stopping at
the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless
variety of plants available.
She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she
felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom.
When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling
faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away,
but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning,
repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok."
At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but
soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as
loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed
to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from
another direction.
She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her
straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily.
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper
colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her
cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a
hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast.
She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's
strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on
a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to
free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting
her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working
between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her
crotch through the material of her slacks.
She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She
was beginning to think there was no way she could stop
this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind
her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in
front could easily fondle her bared breasts.
The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits
expertly and despite herself she was feeling more
aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and
whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked
up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several
security guards led by George moving towards her in a
hurry.
She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried
to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and
were still stiff enough to protrude through her top.
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and
realized to her utter dismay that she had actually
leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.
When they got back to the truck George lifted her in
and even he took advantage of the situation,
momentarily resting his large right hand full on her
still aching breast. She thought to protest, but
quickly realized George was her only passage to safety
and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was
just glad to get in the truck and be driven home.
Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped
off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she
was washing herself under the warm water, she looked
down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and
sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the
swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her
pussy.
Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by
everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather
ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she
could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud.
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very
little friction before those lovely, exhilarating
feelings were flowing through her body.
Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she
desperately wished Ray was there as she pushed first
one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit
minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed
on the shower floor.
When Ray came home that night she told him what had
happened. He was very upset and said he would contact
security, report the event and arrange to have a guard
with her at all times when she went into the village.
She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of
what had happened to her, leaving nothing out.
Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she
did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got
home and how those feelings of intense horniness had
led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this
turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he
had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her
still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently
in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out
his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached
between her legs and massaged he clitoris.
He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts
and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She
was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and
Ray knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He
kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs
and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me Ray, please hurry, I
need it... now!"
He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes
when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body
stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost
the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his
entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of
cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor
afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they
both fell asleep.
***
June didn't go too far in the next few weeks and
although Ray did continue to chase up security, nothing
out of the ordinary happened.
One morning, with about nine months left on Ray's tour,
Jane heard a buzz from the front gate. When she
answered, she found it was a security man from the
village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little
man who introduced himself as Magarshi, the head of
local security.
The first thing she noticed about the poor little man
was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also
noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes
seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was
getting so used to this treatment that it hardly
bothered her anymore; indeed, she had almost come to
expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that
morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and
a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra.
When he asked her to go over her assault in the
village, June told him as much as she could without
going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite
as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad
while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a
handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his
rounded face, which June thought was rather
unattractive.
She finally asked him if he would like a drink of
water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam."
June felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to
the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put
on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that
accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her
naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward
to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between
her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his
way. It had been such a long time since she had done
that to any man, she thought.
After making a final notation, he closed his pad and
put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how
long she and her husband had been there, he was most
surprised to find that they had only about nine months
remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why
she hadn't joined any of the various white women's
circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found
most of the women boring.
After a little more small talk he excused himself,
walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he
had gotten up to leave June had stolen a quick glance
and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the
crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about
how she must have really wound the poor little guy up.
Maybe she would have something she could tell her
husband about tonight...in detail.
And she might have, except that Ray came home from work
that day with some rather bad news. For the next six
months, he explained, he was being transferred further
inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where,
other than that it was not a safe place for white
women. June was first angry over the new, then began to
argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't
some way he could get out of it. And Ray, as always
patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no,
there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had
already been made and it was beyond his power to do
anything about it.
Once Ray was gone, June wondered how she would ever get
through all the months on her own. She tried to work on
her book, but found she was unable to concentrate
enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by
before she became so lonely and depressed that she went
to see the higher ups in the company, complaining
rather loudly about her plight.
***
Several days afterward she received an angry phone call
from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had
already gotten back to him that she was making noises,
he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and
he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble
with his bosses. June was near tears when she hung up
the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with
her. After she thought it through, she started to
appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were
probably many things going on that he was not at
liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that
she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his
absence.
She made one small exception to this rule when she
received and accepted an invitation to a party being
given by the British Consulate. She had been house
bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting
to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up
Ray's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly
decided against it.
The evening of the party she was picked up by a black
stretch limo. She had gone to great lengths with her
appearance and she looked stunning in her full length,
strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high
heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall,
adding father to her allure. She let her long red hair
hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at
herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily;
the combination of the red dress and copper colored
hair against all the white skin she was showing made
her look very sexy.
After making small talk at the party for almost an
hour, June was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the
British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce
herself and speak to him, although she was careful to
leave out any references to her husband's situation.
Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a
hushed silence, as someone came in. June saw a rush of
people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him
at once. June recognized the short man but knew nothing
about him. When she asked the woman standing next to
her who had arrived, she stared at June for a moment,
as if not understanding her question.
Her eye's fixed on June's. "Oh, that is Magarshi," she
said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head
of security for this area, and a very powerful man.
Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be
likewise." June sensed genuine fear in the woman's
reply and it unnerved her.
Despite the warning, June still had difficulty
accepting that this ugly little man really had so much
power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as
she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her
mind thought back to the visit the small security man
had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember
details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A
shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had
worn something less enticing.
It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across
the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite
handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his
hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring,
she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her
he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a
visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by
his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the
question. He explained that he would send his driver
for her at 11 AM.
After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow
coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It
clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together
to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too
short, stopping about six inches about the knees.
Upon arriving at Magarshi's house, June was amazed at
how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at
least in this part of the world. As the car made its
way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June counted
at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the
grounds. Her anxiety began to increase.
Upon her entrance, Magarshi greeted her politely, led
her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of
tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it
did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they
finished their tea, he looked directly at her.
"Look June, I'll come straight to the point," he began.
"I am, as I think you understand by now, a very
powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I
say it, taken care of."
June looked away from him and nodded her head.
He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against
his black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a
year now I was wondering if you've learned anything
about our African way of life?"
June stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup
for a moment. "I-I don't think so. What do you mean by
that?" she asked weakly.
"I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other
white women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?"
June looked up at Magarshi. "Yes, I've heard that, ah,
a few of the white wives have black men as their
lovers," she said, trying not to betray the
apprehension she was beginning to feel.
Magarshi's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the
small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in
front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let
me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent
of white females age 12 years and above have had at
least one if not several black lovers."
June tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was
climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these
things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she
said.
His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward,
focusing his gaze directly on her. "June, do you love
your husband?" he asked bluntly. June stiffened
slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game
they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this
was heading, she didn't like it.
She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course.
Why would you doubt it," she said evenly.
"He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you."
He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to
measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have
to ask, what would you do to save his life, June?"
When the reality of her situation hit, her composure
finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry.
"What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK,
isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?"
"Yes," Magarshi replied calmly, "of course he is, at
least for now. But, how can I say it, things could
always change."
"Let me put this directly, June," he said, his tone
becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you
agree, Ray will be safe and you'll have nothing to
worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we
say, very difficult for Ray. We might even find out
that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make
myself clear?"
His tone and demeanor left no room for argument. June
felt like she going into shock as Magarshi's message
began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite
little man; now he was threatening her husband's life!
Presuming her response, Magarshi pulled a business card
from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back
and handed it to her. "That's a private number where
you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no
later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've
said."
That night a tearful, near hysterical June spoke to her
husband, explaining everything that had happened.
He said he knew because he had already been told. After
assuring her that she was in no way at fault, Ray told
her he loved her more than anything in the world, but
he was also sure Magarshi would make good on his threat
to have him murdered.
All his earlier anger had been drained away and he
sounded subdued and defeated when he finally told her
that accepting the little man's offer was their only
option. She had never heard her husband sound so
dejected and she cried bitterly after hanging up the
phone.
She called the next morning and told Magarshi that she
had agreed to his proposition. She begged him to not to
do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless.
He told her she would be picked up that evening and to
make sure she closed up her house as she would be
staying with him for awhile.
She put the phone down and burst into tears once again.
She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and
callus man. And he was so physically repulsive. My god,
she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this?
After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a
domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like
room. After standing there for what seemed like forever
but was only several minutes, she became aware of her
strange reactions.
She had been waiting for this since her call to him
yesterday, dreading it, yet she was acutely aware of
her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She
tried to dismiss this as Magarshi walked into the room
wearing a purple dressing gown.
He greeted her differently this time, bending his head
and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he
would not hurt her; in fact, he assured her, she would
enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked him
not to do this, but he paid her no attention.
"June, if you will please come with me," he said and
they walked through several rooms, finally entering one
that had a Jacuzzi. He told her he would be back
shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the
Jacuzzi. June did so and found the warm, bubbly water
indeed made her feel relaxed. At that point a domestic
entered the pool room and handed her a crystal goblet.
It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity
taste.
Magarshi encouraged her to drink it and she quickly
took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her
anxiety. The warm, swirling water and delicious drink
began to have the desired effect and June felt deeply
relaxed. About 15 minutes later, Magarshi returned with
a dressing gown similar to his own and told her to put
it on and follow him.
From there they moved down a long corridor and entered
a large room. Magarshi sat on the large, low bed and
told her to remove her gown and turn herself around. He
spent several minutes quietly appraising her body,
murmuring to himself as he admiring her supple curves
and flawless white skin, knowing they were his to do
with as he pleased.
Under normal circumstances, June would have felt sick
and revolted by this act, but instead she was feeling
an increased warmth and relaxation, a sweet lethargy,
as if everything around her was slowing down and she
was focused on the moment. For just a moment, she
wondered if something had been put into her drink.
He began by stroking her arms and gently brushing his
large fingers through her long, red hair. He kissed her
neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing
her to shudder involuntarily. She was already sexually
charged from knowing what was going to happen - and
perhaps by her inability to prevent it.
She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips
moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so
that the tip of her clitoris was exposed, longing for
the first delicious contact. She was vaguely aware that
she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under
these conditions, but she seemed to have no control
over her body's responses.
He began kissing her, gently at first, then forcing his
tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. He found it
and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their
slow, steady caress of her body.
Her need had been building steadily, and finally
reached a point that she began removing removed his
dressing gown. She tried to avoid looking at his fat
stomach or anything further below as she undressed him.
Her mind was whirling; she had wondered all night about
this very moment, how it would come about and what she
would find. Ray was of moderate size at best, and she
knew there were men with larger cocks, though her
experience had been rather limited.
Finally she moved her hand below his belly and grasped
his member. It was incredibly warm to her touch, hard
and swollen and so very thick. Instinctively she moved
her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not seen that
many cocks, and certainly never a black one, or one of
this size. Magarshi must have sensed it.
"Is this your first black cock, June?" he asked gently.
He voice seemed even deeper than usual.
She tilted her head upward. "Yes... yes it is," she
said haltingly. Even as she spoke she kept running her
slim fingers up and down the length of his shaft, her
hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion. It was
certainly longer than Ray's, she thought, and it felt
nearly twice as thick. Her body seemed on autopilot as
she slid off the bed onto the floor. Magarshi moved to
the edge of the bed in front of her and spread his
short legs into a V shape.
June continued to stroke and fondled his large organ,
which was now level with her face. She gently forced
the thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the
bulbous, pinkish purple head. This was another first
for her as Ray was circumcised, and she found she
enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she
exposed the mushroomed shaped glans. Her rapidly
increasing sexual tension had banished any guilt
feeling to the back of her consciousness. She seemed in
a trace-like state as she brought her head forward,
kissing and licking his throbbing cock head.
After several minutes of this slow, sweet torment her
urge to suck on his big cock was overwhelming. She
opened her mouth and attempted to engulf the swollen
tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries
she finally managed to fit the head and upper shaft
into her mouth. Still, it was a tight fit and her small
mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a tight
seal around his organ. As she moved her head slowly up
and down she made wet, noisy slobbering sounds as
trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Magarshi was in his element, near rapture almost; there
was nothing he loved more than watching a frightening,
defeated white woman like June, a virgin to black cock,
kneeling subserviently before him, choking and gagging
as she tried to suck his enormous erection into her
sweet little mouth. He leaned forward a bit, reached
down and began rubbing June's breasts, pulling and
squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender nipples
were so inflamed that they stood out like beacons.
He pulled her body up a bit then and spread her legs
until he could reach one of his big hands between them.
His thick forefinger quickly found her distended clit,
rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out for him to
stop. But her mouth was filled to capacity, filled with
his huge cock, and he just kept rubbing her bud, up,
down and sideways, until her pussy was soaking wet and
hyper sensitive to any touch.
Even in her somewhat altered state, June was surprised
how forceful he was compared to Ray, who was almost
always tender and loving. Magarshi pushed and pulled
her this way and that at his whim; he was always in
charge, doing exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. A
distant part of her consciousness still couldn't
believe she was allowing him to explore her so
shamelessly, but the rest of her seemed to be on sexual
auto-pilot and her arousal kept building. Giving in to
her feelings, she began to enjoy this roughness and
loss of control, reveling in the feeling of being
forcefully used.
She was almost limp when he pulled her onto the bed and
rolled her onto her back. As he pushed he thighs apart
she tried to resist, but it was a token response, a
foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between
her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base
and placed its bloated head against her vaginal
opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh apart.
She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her
clit, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly
pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced
into it. She screamed in pleasure-pain as she felt her
womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way
she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself
ever deeper into her.
Her long legs were wrapped around him and she was
sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and
grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him.
She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved
further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly
opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places
she had never known existed, creating an intense
sensation of pleasurable fullness.
By the time his cock finally bottomed out, June was
overwhelmed, gasping and squealing, clawing at his
back, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But
he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she
couldn't bear it. She knew, on some far away level,
that she was behaving like a total slut, but that
didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips
forward so fast she almost lifted him off the bed.
When her orgasm hit the feeling was like nothing she
had had ever experienced. From its epicenter deep
inside her it quickly blossomed out in such intensely
pleasurable waves that she feared she might be having a
seizure. She gave herself over to her climax
completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt
whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the
curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some
primitive place inside her.
Magarshi was pleased with himself as he looked down at
her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked
back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of
her spent pussy, which now gaped open. He pulled her
upward against some pillows and straddled her upper
body, putting his slime covered cock into her open
mouth.
He leaned forward, driving himself into her so deeply
that he hit the back of her throat. June, sill only
semi-consciences from her orgasm, began to gag and
choke pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers
and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream
of spittle and bile escaped her lips and ran down her
quivering chin.
At the last moment he eased himself out of her mouth
and she was able to get her breath. She wanked his cock
for awhile, he small hand moving easily up and down its
slippery length. Magarshi grunted, told her he was
going to come and ordered her to put his cock back into
her mouth and start sucking him again. Out of habit,
June started to resist, but quickly thought better of
it.
This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of
course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied
with his order than she heard him howl and felt his
cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, eyes
wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile
tasting black seed. So great was the quantity of cum
that suddenly filled her mouth that June couldn't
swallow it all and began to choke and cough violently.
"Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed.
She had never heard his voice so low or demanding and
it scared her so badly she began swallowing faster,
licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the
sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped
it out. She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to
fight back the impulse until finally his monster
ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed her
face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers
into her mouth until it popped open wide.
"Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," he
cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl,
you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply
and the sound of his voice made her shiver. Despite
everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of
herself, pleased that she had been able to service him
exactly as he had instructed. Even being called his
bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly...
she understood.
June smiled. With Ray, she knew, that would have been
that, and they would have gone to sleep. But Magarshi
began to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a
bit more gently this time. When she looked, June
noticed he was erect again, his cock as large and stiff
as if he had never come. June felt hyper aroused and
began to mewl and squirm at the same time she reached
for his cock and began to stroke it.
Grabbing the young white woman, Magarshi, flipped her
over onto her hands and knees. She responded
immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and
canting her pelvis, exposing her moist, open slit. He
knee walked forward until he was close enough to slide
the huge purple head of his penis up and down in the
furrow of her soaking labia. At this light contact, she
makes a noise between a pant and a groan. He grabbed a
fistful of her beautiful red hair, now matted with
sweat, and jerked her head back.
"What do you want, bitch?" he asked gruffly.
"Please, oh, please...." she whimpered, hoping he will
stop her humiliation, but knowing otherwise.
He tightened his grip, pulling her head back more
sharply. He found her clit with his thumb and began a
gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. "It's
easy, bitch. Just tell me what you want, what you need,
what all bitches need."
She was beaten and knew it. "Goddamn you, fuck
me...just put your cock in me and fuck me," she panted
in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true
desperation.
Unable to take anymore himself, Magarshi slipped the
head of his swollen cock inside her cunt and began to
push. June grunted loudly as once again she felt the
heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her,
spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again
opened her tight channel. For just a moment she felt
the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although it was
quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her
hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft
into her more quickly.
June was coming completely unraveled, shaking her head
from side to side and beating her fists against the
mattress, all the while delivering an unbroken babble
of screams, groans and curses. She wouldn't have
thought it possible, but it felt even better this time.
He seemed to have wedged his cock in even deeper, or
maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots
inside her.
Suddenly, there was a new sensation as Magarshi pushed
one of his thick fingers deep into her anus. Earlier,
she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in
pleasure as she felt both his cock and his finger
working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane
of skin. This seemed to take her to another level of
arousal, sending another charge through her already
overheated body. She was dripping sweat and panting
crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling
him in a ragged, gasping voice that she was so close
and please to fuck her faster.
After several more minutes of hard pounding, Magarshi
knew she was close, for he could feel the twitching,
tightening contractions of her internal muscles around
his finger. When June finally went over the edge she
lost all control; her pale, sultry body began to shake
and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high
pitched screams and squeals that echoed off the barren
walls of the room.
Even as she continued to orgasm, Margashi drove his
cock in deep, finally hitting some internal part of
her, then held himself still as he erupted with an
orgasm almost as violent as hers. His heavy balls
contracted and he began to shoot hot, sending thick
streams of potent black seed deep into June's fertile
womb.
Moments later, they both collapsed on the bed, utterly
spent. After awakening from a brief sleep, June
snuggled against Magarshi. Her inner thighs were
trembling and a stream of semen trickled from her
vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet. She looked
at him lovingly and said she'd never been fucked like
that. He smiled and cuddled her close, feeling her
wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body.
"You white women need to have a black lover to teach
you what real sex is like," he laughed. "And now, you
are my lover."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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