("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

A Contract Up For Renewal
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

An African boss exerts his power to extend his control 
over a white family. (MMF, intr, reluc, cuck)

***

It had seemed to Danielle that there was a strange 
background to tonight's dinner party. Her parents were 
on edge. It was her first dinner party as such, but she 
was sure there was something going on. Her mother, 
Susan, had taken especial care over Danielle's 
appearance. She had carefully brushed her hair, and 
generally behaved like a mother hen. 

It was her 16th birthday, and her mother wanted her 
looking her best. Indeed this dinner party was in 
honour of her 16th birthday. So Susan had fluttered 
around her, assisting her into her new dress. It was a 
bit more daring than Danielle was used to wearing, and 
tighter. There was no hiding that Danielle's figure had 
burgeoned from girlish to womanly in the last year. 

The dress hugging her figure was tight across her 
breasts. Indeed, there was a slit in the dress, which 
allowed sight into her developing cleavage. Her pert, 
youthful breasts seemed almost to surge upwards and 
outwards in delightful display of her new womanliness. 
But then the dress closed over again as though to hide 
the charms already displayed before rising to wrap 
around her slender pale neck in a black ring that 
almost resembled a slave halter. 

Danielle quickly dismissed her illicit thought. Now was 
not the time to dwell on her girlish fantasies of being 
a sex slave. Since arriving in Africa two days ago to 
join her parents while on holiday from her very upper-
crust boarding school in England, the avaricious and 
openly lust-filled gazes of the African men had given 
her hot flushes and fuelled her sex slave fantasies. 
What would her parents think of such sinful thoughts? 

Danielle had fretted that too much bare breast was on 
display. Her mother dismissed her fears. "A woman's 
body needs to be on display for men to admire and 
desire." Her words had shocked Danielle, who had never 
dreamed her mother would speak so! Yet the words had 
flattered Danielle. Her mother was admitting that she 
was now a woman! 

"Stand up Daniela, let's look at you now in the 
mirror." Danielle stared. Disbelieving. She had never 
looked like this before! Her well brushed, shoulder-
length hair fell in dark lustrous waves. The raven 
tresses framed an attractive oval face of porcelain 
beauty. Her eyes looked wide and startled as she gazed 
at her image in the mirror. Her cherub lips were small, 
but pleasantly curved. The lipstick her mother had 
applied was not garish, or bright, but somehow seemed 
to add allure. Her small, pert nose, her carefully 
groomed eyelashes, all added to the effect. It was hard 
to recognize that her mother had spent over half an 
hour working on her face. A less experienced eye might 
think she wore no make up at all! 

Her dress was short, very short. Her teachers back in 
England at the exclusive boarding school would have a 
fit if they could see her in such a short dress. It 
must have been just 3 inches short of her loins. She 
would have to be very careful how she sat! Her legs 
seemed long in such a short dress. They were lithe and 
shapely. Well rounded, with no fat, or girlish 
plumpness remaining. Her thighs were now full and firm. 
She turned backwards and forwards before the mirror. 
The dress was tight across her full, rounded bottom. 

Her hands strayed over those curves, anxiously. Her 
mother clucked and she jerked her hands away. 
"Remember, if your father is to win another two-year 
contract, we must do everything we can to please 
Rufus... Mr. Mukuru, that is. He is a very demanding 
man, and what happens tonight may shock you. Your 
father is all very well, and I love him dearly, but Mr. 
Mukuru is special. I will not leave Africa if your 
father does not win the contract. I will remain, even 
if it means divorcing your father." 

Danielle was shocked, rocked to the core by her 
mother's words. Her parents were rocks in her life. 
That they should part was unbearable to contemplate. 
What would happen to her? What did her mother mean when 
she said Mr. Mukuru was special? Would she really 
remain in Africa? When would she see her mother again 
if her parents split up and her mother remained in 
Africa? 

"We are not ready to return to England. Your father and 
I both love it here, all of it, the wildness, the 
beauty, and lushness. The lifestyle is sumptuous and 
easy. We are rich and influential here, though it is 
not without price, not without effort and sacrifice." 
He mother seemed to emphasize the word "sacrifice." 
"Besides, I like African men, and they like me." 
Danielle looked at her mother, shaken by her words. 
There was more to her mother's words. What was that she 
had said about African men? 

In two short days, she had learnt more about the 
demanding and aggressiveness of African male sexuality. 
It was well that her parents had kept her close, but 
even so many African hands had found a means to touch 
and explore. Even before she left the airport, she had 
been goosed and blatantly fondled. It did excite her, 
though. 

Her mother declared that all was well and hustled her 
along to obtain her husband's approval. Rob was 
waiting, impatient and nervous in the lounge. The 
sudden appearance of his wife and daughter brought 
momentary relief. 

They both looked stunning, particularly Danielle. He 
had never thought of his daughter as a woman before. 
She was just his little girl. Tonight, however, there 
was no mistaking she had become a woman. He had a 
sudden pang at what this evening would bring, but 
suppressed it. He hugged Danielle. Looking over his 
shoulder at Susan who nodded to him. Susan's eyes were 
firm, indicating to Rob she would have to truck with 
any nonsense from him. 

He took Danielle by the shoulders, and gazed down at 
her. His eyes gazed over her full, proud breasts. The 
bare white mounds seeming to surge from her dress. He 
flushed in embarrassment to look at his daughter so. 
Mr. Mukuru was going to like their Danielle. She was 
not so little now. 

It was well they had kept her safe. His cock twitched 
in his trousers at the thought of what Rufus would be 
doing to Danielle. He flushed in shame and 
embarrassment at his thought. His cock had no such 
conscience and twitched thicker and longer at the 
thought of Danielle being used to satisfy the dark 
lusts of his African boss. Used. That was the term to 
use. 

There was no love involved. Mr. Mukuru used them. He 
had used his wife. Satisfied his lusts on her luscious 
well-rounded body. Mrs. Mukuru, delightful dominant 
Marion Mukuru, had used his wife. Susan had protested, 
and they had delighted in her protests and enjoyed 
using her even more! So Susan had submitted, and 
enjoyed it. 

Mrs. Mukuru had used him. Used him and Susan together 
to satisfy her kinky lusts. Before he had realized what 
was happening, Rufus had used him. Trapped tight in the 
embrace of Marion, buried deep in her dark womanhood. 
Rufus had climbed atop and used him. His protests and 
struggles to no avail. The tight embrace of Marion 
pinned his arms and allowed Rufus to use him. 

To his utter chagrin and confusion, he had enjoyed 
being used. They both enjoyed the weird and sensuous 
world they had found themselves in. He had submitted to 
Mr. Mukuru. On his knees, with his wife looking on 
amazed, he had serviced that incredible thick and 
powerful black cock. No wonder his wife loved it! 

He looked down at his lovely daughter. "Are you wearing 
Mr. Mukuru's gift?" Danielle flushed scarlet. She was 
indeed wearing his gift. Her mother had insisted. 
Danielle had flushed with embarrassment when her mother 
had presented her with it. Explained that it was a 
welcome gift from her father's boss. 

This had only inflamed Danielle's flushed cheeks even 
more, that a complete stranger had given her so 
intimate a present, or that her mother should insist 
she wear them. They did feel good though. So soft and 
silky against her bare skin. Even so, if not for her 
mother's insistence, she would not have worn them. It 
did not seem right for a strange man to present her 
with sexy silk lingerie for her 16th birthday, even if 
he was her father's boss. What sort of man would give 
such a present? 

Now she sat in his presence. He was all charm and wit. 
She had expected a letch, an old man with greedy eye. 
Instead, he was younger than her parents. About 35, of 
course, he was black. But not like the other Africans 
she had met, the domestics; the airport staff; the 
shopkeepers; and the eagerly aggressive shoppers who 
had been so quick to goose and grope her. Her nipples 
tingled when she remembered the Black Hand that had 
cupped and caressed her breasts before her mother had 
quickly come to her rescue in the airport. She didn't 
think she would ever dare go shopping on her own in 
this city! 

Rufus Mukuru was not at all what she had expected. She 
sat beside him and he was a perfect, charming, 
attentive gentleman. His eyes sparkled with passion as 
he talked. She hardly noticed the words. His wife, 
Marion, sat on his other side. A striking, and strong-
looking woman, though very pretty, an African Xena, she 
thought, thinking of the warrior princess she was such 
a fan of back home. Drink flowed freely. Her parents 
were included in the drinking. Danielle was not used to 
alcohol, maybe getting an odd glass at Christmas, now 
wine was being pressed on her by her own parents, as 
much as by their hosts. She felt distinctly light 
headed and giddy. 

She felt a bit out of place in this gathering. Her 
parents had impressed on her on the importance, wealth, 
and influence of her host. Even so, she had been quite 
put off by armed uniformed guards outside the 
restaurant on their arrival. The other guests were very 
clearly deferential to their hosts. 

Across the table from her was Roger Simpson. Apparently 
he was an accountant, although the African next to him 
was the company accountant. Roger's wife, Helena, sat 
on the other side of this African. She thought his name 
was Rathimus, but she was unsure. Helena was being 
outrageous, openly flirting with Rufus and Rathimus in 
front of her husband! Roger sipped his drink, and 
ignored his wife's behaviour. He looked about 53, while 
Helena was clearly much younger, around 30. Perhaps it 
was the price he put up with for having a younger wife. 

Now Peter over there looked in his early 20s, while his 
wife Anita was apparently only 19. Yet Anita was 
virtually sitting in the lap of the African gentleman 
on her right. Danielle did not understand such 
behaviour. Her mother had whispered that Peter and 
Anita had only married three months ago, a week before 
coming out here on their two-year contract. Danielle 
turned her eyes away embarrassed as a dark hand slipped 
inside Anita's blouse and openly caressed the full, 
white breast within. 

She caught her father's eye. "Drink up, Danielle!' he 
said, promptly downing his own drink in one swig. 
Marion presented a wine glass to her lips and Daniella 
drank. She couldn't escape the woman's eyes as she did 
this. They were dark and mysterious, though there was 
humour in them now. Danielle shivered. It was not with 
the cold. She glanced at her mother who nodded 
encouragingly. Daniella looked down. Her eyes focused 
on the black hand resting on her thigh. Where had that 
come from? She looked up into the dazzling smile of 
Rufus. Danielle definitely considered she had too much 
to drink when a man could put his hand on her thigh 
without her noticing. 

His hand was warm, comforting. He was not attempting to 
grope her, just resting his hand on her leg. She smiled 
tentatively at him before remembering his wife Marion 
on their other side. She glanced quickly at Marion who 
grinned back. Leaned across and lightly squeezed her 
husband's hand as it rested on her leg. Danielle 
wondered if this was really all quite normal. She 
reached for her glass of wine and sipped quietly, 
trying to gather her befuddled thoughts. 

It was not long later that they were on their way to 
the Mukuru residence for a nightcap. They were 
travelling in a limousine with an African driver. 
Danielle and her father sat in the first passenger row, 
with Peter, Anita sharing their seat with the African 
gentleman so obvious in his attention to Anita. Her 
mother sat in the back and was whispering and giggling 
with Rufus. Marion was travelling in a second 
limousine. Apparently the Mukuru's had a limousine 
each! Danielle was embarrassed for her father. It was 
clear from the noise and remarks in the back that Rufus 
was making out with her mother! 

The limousine pulled up at some traffic lights. The 
glare of the headlights lit up the bushes on either 
side of the road. Her eyes were riveted on the sight of 
bare black buttocks. They were pumping away between the 
spread legs of an African girl, her maroon skirt up 
around her waist, a white blouse open, partly hidden by 
a maroon blazer. She was just a schoolgirl, Daniella 
realized, younger than herself. Those black buttocks 
were pumping hard. Uncaring of the car's headlights, 
the African man took his pleasure. Danielle squirmed in 
wonder and curiosity. What was it like for the girl 
with that lusting African pumping between her legs? 

The lights changed and the car whisked away, before 
turning in to the very next set of gates. They all 
piled out of the car and trooped around the house to 
the swimming pool for a midnight swim. Danielle 
suddenly worried that she did not have a swimsuit. To 
her surprise and shock, Rufus announced that all would 
swim naked. Danielle glanced quickly at her parents but 
they were already stripping off their clothes to 
Danielle's acute embarrassment! 

"Come on, Danielle. Are you wearing my birthday 
present?" She flushed scarlet; thankfully the darkness 
would hide it. Ribald laughter greeted this remark. Did 
they all know? "Let me help Danielle." It was Marion 
who came forward. Her hands quickly unzipped Danielle's 
dress. She ignored the girl's attempted protests and 
suddenly her dress was around her feet. Whistles and 
hoots echoed from the African men around her. "Lovely!" 
"She's gorgeous." "A treasure." Danielle did not know 
where to put her hands. What to protect from their 
view? She was embarrassed, flustered, but pleased as 
well at their obvious admiration. 

She looked at her mother who smiled at her approvingly. 
What on earth did her mother find approving? She was 
being stripped in the centre of the attention of a 
group of African men! Rufus moved forward. "Since these 
are my present, I claim the prerogative of removing 
them." Danielle's hand came up but at a frown from her 
mother made her drop the hand to her side. This 
brassiere clipped at the front. Rufus was deft at 
unclipping it. Electrical tingles spread outwards. 
Danielle jumped as his hands slid the brassiere off. In 
doing so, his hands cupped and caressed her youthful 
breasts. His palms travelled upwards over nipples, 
which promptly sprung erect. Hard and pointing upwards 
the grinning men could not miss the arousal and 
excitement she felt. 

"Rob!" Rufus had a strong, masterful voice when he 
chose to, Danielle noted. Her father approached. "She 
is your daughter. Make the presentation." Danielle 
stared at her father, unsure of what was meant. Rob 
looked embarrassed, as he came forward, kneeling behind 
her. Before she realized his intention, his hands had 
risen to her rounded, curvy derriere and he was drawing 
down her silky French knickers. Kneeling behind so that 
he did not obstruct the view of the watching African, 
he whipped her panties down. Danielle gasped and rushed 
for the pool darting in with a clean dive. 
Presentation! What did they mean? How could her father 
remove her panties in front of other men like that? 

In the pool, things seemed calmer; two servants served 
drinks. To Danielle's surprise the servants were two 
young white people. They both looked very similar. 
Indeed they were twins. Henry and Lucille were Roger 
Simpson's children. They were 15-year-old blond twins, 
and both very attractive, though Daniella thought Henry 
looked a bit effeminate. She was not, of course, aware 
at this stage that both had been thoroughly broken to 
black cock and black pussy. 

The drink flowed freely, though Danielle sought to curb 
her drinking, she was not allowed to. After about half 
an hour, an African came forward onto the subdued light 
on the moonlit lawn. He struggled to contain two 
magnificent German Shepherds straining at their 
leashes, surging forward to investigate the strange 
guests. 

Rufus's sharp command calmed them. These dogs had been 
specially trained by the CIO, and were particularly 
fierce and aggressive. Danielle suddenly recognized the 
dog handler. It was the same man she had seen outside 
the villa fucking the schoolgirl.

Rufus grinned.

'Rob, time for you to give us a show.'

Her father looked suddenly stricken. His eyes widened. 
At first it seemed as though he was going to protest, 
but then he recollected himself and climbed naked out 
of the pool. Rufus indicated that they should all 
follow, and they all climbed out, Danielle suddenly 
very conscious of her nakedness and that of the others. 
Rufus sprawled into one of the poolside chairs, drawing 
her giggling mother into his lap. She looked in 
surprise at her mother sitting in the lap of Rufus. His 
black hand was casually caressing her mother's bare 
breast! Marion appeared at her side. 

Her hands took Danielle by the waist. A strange 
sensation passed over Danielle. Marion's hands were 
cool and soft on her waist. She looked up at Marion who 
returned her gaze, dark, mysterious eyes with a hidden 
power. Danielle trembled under that gaze. Marion 
grinned, leading Danielle to a chair beside Rufus and 
her mother. Danielle swept up one of the large fluffy 
white towels and wrapped it around herself, before 
allowing Marion to draw her into her lap. There were 
not many free chairs. 

Danielle looked over at her father naked. It had been a 
long time since she had first seen him naked. At that 
time his cock had seemed huge. From what she has seen 
when the African men came into the pool her father's 
cock was not really large. Though he still cut a fine 
figure in her eyes.

She had never seen him like his though. As he left the 
pool the dogs surged forward held back by the handler. 
Her hand rose to her mouth.

Rob quickly moved forward on to the grass. As the dogs 
leapt forward his heart jumped. He dropped to his knees 
and leaned forward resting on his hands. He knew he was 
in no danger from these well-trained dogs but still he 
felt fear. It was a gut instinct in face of the feral 
hunger of these animals.

They knew what was coming.

He knew what was coming.

Danielle was in for one hell of a shock and he 
struggled with that, but he knelt anyway. On the lawn, 
on his hands and knees, he waited.

The dogs darted forward. Their heads darted underneath 
heading for his groin. He always had a fear at this 
moment that they would bite. Instead of their teeth he 
felt their tongues lapping at his cock and balls. He 
hung his head, not wanting to see his daughter's 
reaction. The dog's tongues were hot, wet and long and 
they lapped at him in eager lust. One of the dogs, 
Smith, left off its lapping and circled behind him. He 
relaxed allowing his buttocks to open. Smith nosed in, 
his cold nose brushing his anal rose as he sniffed. 
Smith always had been a bit of an ass-licker.

Rob gasped as a hot wetness lapped over his anal 
opening. He had always loved it when Susan licked his 
bottom, but she was nowhere near as good at it as these 
dogs. Hot tongue eagerly licked lapped his opening, 
preparing it for what would follow. Smith stopped his 
licking and backed off. He seemed to jig and dart for a 
moment launching himself on top of Rob. Rob braced 
himself for what happened next. 

This always seemed a dangerous moment. 

As soon as Smith surged up over Rob's back. Mugabe the 
other dog, ceased his cock licking, and growled 
savagely. Hurling himself at the other dog. A fierce 
squabble broke out between them. Mugabe was the more 
dominant male dog and Rob knew he would demand to be 
first to mount him! Their fierce growling and tussling 
scared Rob silly and he froze in place. He knew that if 
he moved from his submissive position both dogs would 
immediately forget their squabble and turn on him. 

He waited for them to determine between themselves who 
would mount him. Wondering what his daughter must think 
in the face of this scene. He hung his head not wishing 
to see his daughter's face, or the triumphant, 
arrogant, leers of the African business friends of his 
boss. Men he had to do business with were about to see 
him mounted by a big powerful dog. No doubt they would 
also have fun with his wife, while waiting for Rufus 
and Marion to finish with Danielle. He knew each would 
have a turn at Danielle later. He just hoped they would 
not use him as well!

As expected Mugabe shouldered aside Smith and mounted 
the kneeling white expat.

Fierce, persistent jabs, some quite painful, followed. 
Mugabe had a hard demanding cock. Rob breathed with 
relief when Mugabe found the spot. The dog's cock was 
well lubricated. Once at the opening it slid in easily.

Just the tip.

Always just the tip. 

He could feel it. Hot, wet and pointed, it had just 
penetrated the outer entrance. Mugabe shifted about. 
Getting into a better position. Edging its legs 
forward, yet not sliding deeper. Not yet.

Not yet... then the driving lunge...

Mugabe tightened his grip with his paws tight around 
Rob's waist. Rob knew at this point that he was trapped 
by the dog. Even if he wanted to he could not escape 
its lust. He had tried once, the first time. Had tried 
to stand but Mugabe's strength had forced him back 
down. Had tried to wriggle free, to the laughter of 
Rufus and his African friends. Mugabe had held on 
tight, shuffling around behind. Not once had the dog's 
cock slipped out. Fierce growls had emanated from 
Mugabe. Fierce, guttural warning cries. He had sought 
to lie flat and force the dog out that way. It was then 
that the dog's teeth had clamped on his neck. Not hard, 
not breaking flesh. A warning with more growls.

He had slowly edged his hips back into position for the 
dog. To more laughter and snickers from the watching 
Africans. He imagined Mugabe's teeth on Danielle's 
slender neck and to shame his cock hardened further.

Mugabe's second thrust buried his cock deep into his 
bottom. He could feel the hair's of the dogs loins 
brushing his balls. The dog repositioned itself again. 
Shuffling its legs forward. Rob braced himself. Not 
resisting.

There was a moment of calm.

Then the rabid, jack-hammering thrusting began as the 
dog's lust seemed to become frantic. Rob imagined he 
was Danielle, his own slim lovely daughter. Imagined 
that it was her under this so male dominant animal, 
receiving these rabid thrusts. He had no doubt at all 
that before her holiday was over Rufus would mate her 
with both dogs. The thought was unbearably exquisite.

His own cock, now being avidly licked by Smith jerked 
and spurted. 

Danielle was riveted on the incredible scene before as 
Mugabe rammed her father with a series of jackhammering 
thrusts, the powerful male animal intent on its own 
sexual satisfaction, her own father the object of its 
rampant lust.

She watched disbelieving his cock jerk and spurt.

Mugabe rampant thrusting continued unchecked.

Smith darted forward to lap up the spunk splattered on 
the grass.

Marion leaned forward and whispered in Danielle's ear.

'Look at that! Can you see Smith's cock?' Danielle was 
very conscious of Marion's hot breath in her ear. Two 
full breasts pressing into her back. In normal 
circumstances she would have run a mile from Marion. 
From Rufus, or any black man. Her attention, however, 
was centered on the scene in front of her. She glanced 
at Smith's cock and gasped, It was big! She glanced at 
her father. Erect the dog had a cock that was bigger 
than her father's!

Eight red inches, and thick! Thicker also than her 
father's! 

She had not realised that a dog could sport such huge 
cock!

'Susan.' Rufus drew all attention with his words. Susan 
was sitting in his lap. With another shock Danielle saw 
that his dark hand was working vigorously between her 
mother's spread thighs, full and shapely as they were. 
The dark hand very obvious as it manipulated her 
mother's private parts. She looked at her mother whose 
was biting her lip with excitement. 

Danielle was stunned.

Her mother's earlier words that evening took on a whole 
new significance.

'Susan...I think it is time for you to entertain 
Smith.'

His words were quiet, confident.

Susan swallowed.

Glanced at her daughter nervously. Rufus pushed her too 
her feet. Susan steeled herself and walked forward 
towards her husband. The guests looked on in 
anticipation. Danielle was goggling as her mother 
dropped to her hands and knees. A very happy Smith 
pranced and jumped around. Mugabe's eyes had followed 
her approach. 

Assessing. 

Considering. 

Watching.

Smith waited. Knowing better than to presume Mugabe's 
consideration as to whether to switch mounts. Sniffing 
he resumed his thrusting into Rob.

Smith surged forward mounting the bitch before him. He 
could smell her heat and wetness. He could smell her 
heated pussy and knew she was ready. He mounted quickly 
before Mugabe changed his mind 

Danielle stared open mouthed as her father and mother 
knelt, side by side, and were thoroughly fucked by the 
two rampant dogs!

'Danielle.'

The young white girl jumped when Rufus mentioned her 
name. She glanced across at Rufus who was sitting naked 
in his chair.

'Come and join me Danielle.' 

Danielle flushed. She looked away. The others in the 
group had switched their attention to Danielle from the 
rampant scene in front of her. She sought to look away, 
only to be confronted by the sight of the energetically 
rutting dogs.

'Now, Danielle!'

His voice was firmer, more demanding. Danielle was 
nervous. Marion pushed her to her feet, before pushing 
the girl towards her husband. Danielle glanced at the 
others. Their eyes were on her, but none were 
supportive. Lust was in their eyes. Danielle shuffled 
her feet.

'Girl! When I give a command I expect to be obeyed...as 
your parents have just demonstrated!'

Danielle swallowed her nervousness and walked slowly 
towards Rufus.

She froze when she saw his lap.

Saw his huge cock erect and throbbing.

It was huge. 

Impossibly huge.

Thick as well as long.

Her eyes were mesmerised by it and its size.

Without realising it she reached Rufus.

The grinning African drew her down into his lap.

'Touch it.' He whispered.

Rob looked up. Susan looked up. They watched in awe and 
excitement as the sixteen-year-old darling of their 
life wrapped her slim white hand round their Master's 
thick black cock. Watched as she clasped it in wonder. 
He whispered in her ear. Father and mother watched as 
their pretty daughter started to slowly caress and 
fondle the huge African cock of Rufus.

Danielle gently stroked the African cock. It was so 
thick! Hot and hard, yet silky too touch. Gnarled and 
long, so incredibly long! She gave a sudden start. Just 
beyond Marion she could see a naked white female form 
kneeling at the feet of an African lounging comfortably 
on one of the chairs. There was a low sucking noise as 
the head rose from the African's lap, before darting 
down into his lap with a quick gasp. It was Helena she 
realised, down on her knees sucking on the cock of one 
of the African guests. She looked around for Roger, 
instead her eyes fell on the dog handler. He was 
standing above another kneeling white form. His hands 
locked in short blond hair. 

Her heart leaped into her mouth as she realised it was 
Henry! Lucille's blond twin. The African dog handler 
was forcing Henry to give him satisfaction! She tore 
her eyes away, only to see Anita, still in the lap of 
her African friend. Though now she was moving up and 
down regularly. Her eyes closed in concentration, a 
look of rapture on her face.

Marion rose and asked their guests pardon. She took 
Danielle's hand and raised her from her husband's lap. 
Her arm encircled her slim waist. Rufus rose and 
together they led Danielle into the house.

It was over two hours before Rob and Susan were able to 
go and seek out Danielle. Rob had felt distinctly 
uneasy about remaining in the garden while Danielle was 
seduced and no doubt thoroughly sexed by his demanding 
African boss, and his equally demanding wife. They did 
not dare enter the master bedroom. They had been 
prevented from getting close to that door by a security 
guard who had been quick to fondle Susan.

So now they circled the house. Perhaps they would be 
able to see in the bedroom window? It did not come as a 
surprise to find the curtains open. The house was very 
secluded and security was tight. Rufus had no concern 
for keeping away prying eyes and enjoyed the African 
night.

Inside the bedroom they could see Danielle.

There were several African men in the room as well as 
Marion. Helena, Anita, and young Lucille were also in 
the room. All three were kneeling, with bobbing heads 
worshipping black cocks. The owners of those cocks were 
concentrating their attention on lovely young Danielle.

She was on the bed. Head and shoulders pressed firmly 
into the bedding. Behind her the dog handler knelt 
above her. Rob shuddered. That African bastard was a 
particularly nasty pervert. Rob had not liked being 
broken in by that bastard while his wife watched and 
giggled.

Now the bastard had his daughter face down in the bed, 
while he vigorously fucked away. One large black hand 
grasping her slim white neck and pinning her down. Rob 
had little doubt which opening that pervert was using. 
Obviously his daughter had lost more than one virginity 
tonight! He watched with awe and fear as the bastard 
pounded hard and long at Danielle's raised hips, her 
knees drawn up beneath as though offering her softly 
rounded bottom to the brutal thrusting pervert. 

The Africans were drinking and laughing as they watched 
the ravishment of Danielle. A mix of lust, 
satisfaction, desire, and cruelty on their dark faces 
as they watched this young sixteen year old English 
girl, just two days off the plane, get thoroughly 
fucked by a rampant black cock.

Rob could see some conversation taking place in the 
room though he could not hear the words. The dog 
handler rose from Danielle, turning to talk with the 
African guests. His thick cock withdrew partially from 
Danielle. Rob stared. He and his wife knew that cock 
well. It was hard to imagine how slender Danielle had 
been able to take its black thickness and length inside 
her. He watched as his daughter rose on to her hands. 
Looking back over her shoulder at the dog handler.

He saw his daughter differently now. He had always 
thought off her as his little darling daughter, a 
cherub and a flower to be nurtured and protected. As he 
watched the African men eye her up he saw her as they 
saw her, soft and curvy. White, perfect, unblemished 
youthful skin, that trembled slightly as she knelt on 
the bed naked. Her breasts were full, and round. They 
jutted rather than hung from her slender frame. Still 
burgeoning, still growing, but full, round and sexy. 
Decorated with pert, erect, pink nipples. Her legs were 
lithe and shapely, still slender but they were a 
woman's legs and thighs, not that of a girl. Her waist 
was still slender, which emphasized the flaring round 
hips, and soft taut bottom.

From which a thick black cock protruded.

He watched mesmerised as his daughter started moving. 
Her hips started slowly at first, edging backwards. 
After a moment's hesitation, she edged away from the 
dog handler as though trying to escape the huge cock in 
her bottom. There was a strange expression on her face. 
She paused for a moment. She looked as though she was 
steeling herself. Then she pushed backwards!

Backwards!

His daughter was not seeking escape from that thick 
cock in her bottom. She was pushing it deeper. Rob 
stared at his daughter unbelieving. A moment later and 
she was pulling away from him drawing his cock out. Rob 
was dumbstruck. He had never seen that look on his 
innocent young daughter's face. A look of sexual 
ecstasy on her face as her anal muscles squeezed, 
stroked, and palpitated around the black cock in her 
tight bottom.

Danielle picked up her movements. Moving faster now. 
The watching Africans grinned as the young girl sought 
greater sexual satisfaction. Each African had already 
taken their turn with the pretty girl, before allowing 
the brutal dog handler to sate his perverted lusts. 
Danielle was now no different that Anita, Helena, 
Lucille, or indeed her mother Susan. She had become a 
black cock hungry slut and they anticipated many more 
hours of pleasure teaching her every sexual perversion 
they could think of! 

Rob felt his wife's hands grasp the back of his neck 
and force him down. He knew what she wanted. He was 
reluctant to abandon the salacious sight of his lovely, 
nubile, daughter being fucked. Susan, however, was 
adamant. He sank from sight below the window, his head 
drawn between the slickly wet thighs of his wife. She 
grasped his head tightly directing him in his licking 
as she herself relished the sight of the daughter of 
her loins become a sex hungry woman.

Rob licked at the gushing wet loins of his excited 
wife. Male sperm seemed to pour from her excited loins. 
He did not know, or care, if it was male or canine. He 
had become used to his own debasement, as his tongue 
licked her to yet higher excitement. One thing he did 
know...none of it was his... 

***

Danielle sat quietly at the breakfast table. She eyed 
her parents with some embarrassment, tempered by the 
memory of both her parents kneeling and allowing the 
guard dogs to mount and fuck. Her parents were equally 
unsure. Embarrassed at their own excitement at watching 
their sweet daughter seduced and debauched by their 
African hosts. Lucille and Henry were clearing away the 
breakfast clutter.

Rufus grinned at them all. Marion brought him his 
briefcase. He opened it with a flourish extracting some 
crisp formal papers. Passing one set to her parents and 
another to Danielle.

'I have here a new formal contract offering you a new 
two year contract to begin when your existing contract 
expires in two months.'

Rob looked down examining the papers.

'As you know, your contract is dependent on Danielle 
signing this contract.' He pushed the second set of 
papers towards Danielle.' She looked up surprised, 
glanced at her parents, the papers, and Rufus. He 
grinned back at her.

'It is a contract of employment for yourself. It takes 
time for contracts to be processed in Zimbabwe. I will 
process this with that of your parents. When their 
contract is renewed you will be able to join them 
living here in Zimbabwe.' Danielle nodded. She had 
known her parents wanted her to join her here after the 
end of the next term. She glanced down at the papers 
and read.

It was an offer of employment as a maid in the 
household of Mr and Mrs Mukuru. Danielle looked up at 
Lucille and Henry, and remembered their roles last 
night.

'Does that mean...'

'Read the contract Danielle!' Rufus interrupted. 
Danielle flushed and obediently dropped her eyes back 
to the document in front of her. She read on. She would 
be... 

'....responsible for mundane and routine chores around 
the Mukuru household. This would include ensuring all 
was done to the personal satisfaction of Mr and Mrs 
Mukuru in all matters, including personal.' She 
pondered about that last word. Was that a cover for 
matters particularly personal? She looked up at Marion 
who grinned back at her. A pink flush rose on 
Danielle's cheeks. Marion had woken her that morning 
and offered her breakfast.

Breakfast had been Marion's still wet and sticky vulva.

'When guests stay overnight she would be responsible 
for their personal comfort, satisfaction and 
entertainment. Providing every opportunity for their 
guests to satisfy their every need particularly at 
night. This naturally includes their sexual needs' 
Danielle swallowed.

'At no time during this contract will you be permitted 
to use any kind of protection, or take any other steps 
to prevent the normal consequences of such 
entertainment, whether with the Mukuru's their servants 
and employees, or their guests.'

'What exactly do you mean by protection....do you 
mean...'

'Read sub paragraph 4.2, Danielle. You will find it all 
very clear.' Danielle flushed and turned to sub 
paragraph 4.2.

'In the event of the birth of dark skinned child you 
will be allowed to keep that child as your own. 
However, in the event of the birth of a light skinned 
child you will not claim parenthood. Indeed you will 
allow the Mukuru's to document the child's parents as 
that of Mr and Mrs Mukuru.' Danielle's eyes widened in 
confusion.

'But...I don't understand.'

'It is quite simple child. There is a shortage of young 
whites like Lucille and Henry here. For various reasons 
many white families are leaving the country and the 
numbers of beddable pretty white girls like yourself 
are falling. I together with a number of other African 
businessmen have agreed to a breeding programme to 
supply ourselves with a continual supply of young white 
girls. In the event of you giving birth to a white boy, 
we will keep him and sell him locally, or more probably 
to a brothel in the Yemen or Saudi Arabia. In the event 
of a girl child we will see personally to her education 
and development.'

Rufus glanced across at Rob and Susan.

'I am sure your mother and father will take just as 
much pleasure in witnessing my deflowering of their 
granddaughter as they did in your own deflowering.' 
Rob, Susan and Danielle flushed. 

'One other thing.' Rufus pushed across another slip of 
paper. 'While you finish off your school term I have 
arranged for my brother to pick you up from school on 
Friday afternoons. You will obey in him in every 
respect.'

'Your brother...'

'He works for the Zimbabwe Trade Commission in London. 
He will offer you to various African diplomats and 
trade delegates in London for weekend entertainment. 
They will provide you with more sexual fun than you had 
dreamed of before this holiday.'

'But my school won't allow it. They are very strict at 
the weekends!'

'Your parents signed this for you earlier. It is there 
authority for you to spend weekends with Kaifus, a long 
time friend of the family, before joining your parents 
at the end of term.'

Danielle's hand was shook as she took the offered 
pen... and signed the document.

END

(Amended and edited after being first published on Dark 
Secret.com)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 47