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Leasa - A Southern Belle
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)
***
An American society beauty is brought down to earth in
Africa. (MF, reluc, intr)
***
The following story is 'incomplete' in that it was
written in conjunction with the lady in question.
Unfortunately her trip to Africa did not work out quite
along the lines she had planned at one point events
overcame her and she no longer was willing to describe
what happened.
***
Leasa was an exceptionally beautiful blond lady, rather
high powered and dominant in nature. She also had a
rather twisted nature and in some respects I tend to
think she received her comeuppance in Africa. I suspect
she was not entirely honest about her past, or at least
honest with herself. She lost her virginity at early
teen age to Black American employee of her father who
'she' manipulated into having sex with her.
Ah Hmm, I wonder just who manipulated who! She was a
wild child who suppressed that wildness and married the
Harvard trained wimp her parents chose for her. He was
wealthy and from the right east coast pedigree. Her
social standing was of the highest. Her sexual
preference was dominating men. She believed African men
would be no different to Black American men, or even
white men.
When she went to Africa she had been determined to
humiliate her husband as much as possible, including
sexually. After this story unfolds she succeeded in
that, but lost control of her own sexuality as African
men 'just took over.' They 'made her' do disgusting
things like licking their cocks clean afterwards,
licking ass, they conned her into allowing them to tie
her down over a bench then encouraged the dogs to fuck
her.
She used the gang bang to shame her husband and she
delighted in offering cream pies. Though always
insisting it was just her excitement. Andy worried but
she dismissed his fears. Sometimes with contempt at
other times with reassurance and passion. She delighted
in fooling her husband, particularly encouraging him to
lick after she had been fucked. Andy greatly feared
that his boss had become her lover, but was unable to
prove or discover anything. In one of the particular
nasty sides of her character for nine months she
encouraged Andy to believe the baby was his.
When it popped out black, she just laughed....
Andy and Leasa arrive in Africa
(No disrespect to Andy, Leasa's husband, is intended by
this story. Andy's role has been twisted by me for the
'further enjoyment' of the readers?!!!)
***
Andy stepped through the oval of the plane's door. He
flinched at the wave of heat and stepped back.
'Ouch!' Hands shoved him sharply in the back. 'You
stood on my toe!'
He lurched forward back into the burning heat.
'It's hot!'
'My toe!...if it is bruised I'll never forgive you!'
Andy grimaced. There was not much his proud wife did
forgive him for! Ever since she had granted him her
hand in marriage, she had made it very clear what a
privilege it was for him to marry into the Jackson
family of Charleston.
That Leasa was one in a long family history of classic,
blond, southern belles and he was a very lucky man to
marry her!
Lucky!
Andy was beginning to think he was one of a series of
dupes to marry yet another Jackson snooty bitch.
Not that he thought that when she smiled at him. Nor
did he think that when Leasa persuaded him to try and
create another generation of southern belles by getting
her pregnant.
Unfortunately, that endeavour had proven useless and
that had only added to his lovely wife's edginess.
Leasa shuffled forward as the press of passenger's
seeking to leave the aeroplane pressed close. She
shoved her husband in the back again. The heat seemed
scorching but she was not going to dain to comment on
it after her husband's embarrassing display.
Hot! What did he expect in Africa?
At the bottom of the aeroplane's steps she looked
around. Where was the coach to take them to the
terminal? Andy had already sussed the situation and
turned to Leasa even as other passengers began the trek
across the concrete apron of the runway towards the run
down looking building that made up Harare International
Airport.
'We are going to have to walk to the terminal.'
'Walk!' Leasa screeched.
'I don't walk anywhere!'
'Honey, we don't have a choice, please don't make a
scene in front of all the passengers.'
Leasa glared at her failure of a husband. His inability
to earn enough to pay her shopping bills had led to his
asking for a transfer to the Harare office as a means
of escaping his credit card debt! After three years of
marriage he had failed to provide her with a baby girl
to carry on the Jackson southern tradition. For over
300 years the Jackson family had produced a series of
aristocratic southern belles and family pressure for
her to do the same was high. Her own acceptance of
Andy's transfer was largely to escape the pressure from
her own family from her failure to get pregnant.
As if it was her fault!
She let Andy make love to her whenever she thought she
was fertile. Though Leasa had not bothered to attend
those embarrassing sex education classes at school and
her mother had not bothered to give her a woman's talk.
Which was just as well as she would not have born the
embarrassment of such a talk!
Andy turned away, hefted the travelling bag they had
been allowed inside the cabin and set off sullenly for
the terminal.
Leasa glared daggers at his back. Then she pulled
herself together, and followed her husband. Her make up
was not going to survive in this heat. The sooner she
was under cover the better.
In the terminal Andy was looking non-plussed and to her
surprise was shaking the hands of a black man. She
frowned and moved closer. Andy turned to her.
'Oh Hi Honey. This is Mr. Hooper. He is the manager of
the Harare Office and was kind enough to meet us and
see us safely through the airport.'
Leasa's eyes widened. Her husband's boss was a black
man!!!
As he ushered them towards the baggage conveyor she
leaned closer to her husband.
'You didn't tell me your boss would be a black man!'
'I didn't know...Mr. Hooper...it doesn't sound like an
African name.'
'You are going to have to take orders from a black
man!' Andy looked distinctly uncomfortable. 'Our
families will have a fit if they ever found out you
took orders from a black man...it's disgraceful!'
'Honey, this is Africa.'
Leasa's whispers were not quite as low as she wished.
Ferak Hooper kept his face impassive as he realised
that his new employee and his wife were racists. That
would make it difficult, and he would stamp down hard
on Andy at every opportunity. Leasa was everything he
had been told about. A classic blond beauty. She would
do well in a public relations role but he would have to
deal with her racist attitudes. On second thoughts
making such a beautiful white racist submit to black
cock would have its own piquancy among his business
contacts.
Andy would have been shocked to know his boss back in
Charleston had discussed with Ferak the usefulness of
Andy's wife might prove in satisfying the sexual needs
of their African clients. Mr. Johnson had taken a
perverse delight in transferring Andy to Harare. The
snooty haughty bitch would soon get broken in to black
cock and that would teach her a lesson for snubbing his
advances towards her at the last company barbecue.
Mr. Hooper had promised a video of her in a
compromising position, which he would circulate around
the executives in Charleston if she refused his
advances when she returned....
They all gathered around the packed crowd at the
conveyor belt. African porters darted through the
throng sweeping up indicated suitcases and loading them
up on trolleys. Leasa give a start as a warm hand
cupped, and caressed her bottom. A hand that was
clearly underneath her short dress!
Leasa struggled to turn in the crush. She looked behind
her as she sought to turn in the press. A grinning
black porter leered over her shoulder as the hand
casually squeezed the soft curve of her bottom. He
winked at her and his hand sought to slip inside her
panties!
Outraged Leasa finally turned. Like lightning her hand
rose and slapped his face. The African's grin widened.
His hand now that she had turned sought out her
feminine centre. Shouts of glee from the other porters
indicated their enjoyment of the show.
A shiver passed through Leasa as a black hand lightly
stroked her white southern womanhood! She slapped him
again and pulled free, flushed and shaken at the
lascivious thrill his hand had generated.
'That black bastard touched me!' Leasa yelled at her
husband. Alarmed Andy looked around at the sea of black
faces and the disapproving glance of his boss.
'Honey, watch your words.'
'Words! If you were more of a man these black bastards
would not dare touch me up.' Andy flinched at the
uncalled for words of reproof from his wife. But he was
even more nervous of the effect of his wife's words on
the sea of black faces around them.
Mr. Hooper stepped forward, taking the arm of Leasa
possessively. The act served to warn off the porters
that she was spoken for, and they laughed and moved on
to recover the baggage and harass the other pretty
white ladies who had just arrived.
Andy swallowed as he watched a black hand rise from the
waist of a girl and casually squeeze a developing
breast. God, the girl could only be 14, and she was
being groped and fondled sexually. His own cock stirred
as he thought about what the Africans would like to do
that fresh faced teenager if they could get her alone.
The girl herself, flushed and her handbag rose in front
of her. To his surprise he realised she was hiding the
actions of the black hand rather than seeking escape!
The young tramp was letting that African fondle her!
No wonder the African porters were so forward if white
women here were so permissive!
Leasa glared at him.
'Wasn't that our baggage?' She nodded to the set of
Louis Vitton suitcases that were now 10 paces off
further down the line. Ten paces crowded with the press
of bodies. Andy struggled through the crowd.
Mr. Hooper led Leasa through the press towards customs
and immigration. She tried to pull free of this
impertinent black man's grip and was astonished by the
strength of his grip. She looked sideways at him, then
quickly looked away. It was embarrassing to be led like
this, but at least he was keeping the riff raff
Africans away.
She looked around the hall. She was being stared at.
She was used to men staring. But this was different. It
was black men openly staring. They wouldn't have dared
stare back home. These men didn't just stare their eyes
were filled with open hunger as they lingered on her.
She sniffed and glared back.
Nevertheless she could feel her body responding to the
sexual tension in the room. She cursed her womanhood,
while her mind retrieved the feel of that black hand
caressing her womanhood. A shiver went down her spine.
It was going to be more dangerous here than she had
thought. Danger in a way she had not expected.
Andy struggled along behind. His wife's words had meant
no porter would carry their luggage and he was
struggling under the load. All of the baggage trolley's
having suddenly disappeared! He watched as Mr. Hooper
breezed through customs and immigration and he
struggled to keep up so that they would realise he was
with Mr. Hooper.
Outside the airport he looked on in astonishment as Mr.
Hooper escorted his wife into luxurious Mercedes and
the car then whisked away without him! His wife's
startled eyes looking back for him.
He had just started to panic when another African
rushed up.
'Mr. Jackson?' Andy was slow to realise he was being
addressed. Even after three years he was not
comfortable with being forced to take up the Jackson
surname, rather than his wife accepting his.
Her looked away from the disappearing Mercedes to the
deferential bobbing African in front of him.
'Mr. Hooper asked me to bring you your company car.'
Instantly diverted Andy glanced in the indicated
direction where there was a brand new 4 wheel drive
Range Rover parked by the roadside.
'Can I take your luggage, Sir.'
Sir! This was getting better! He offloaded the luggage
and admired the new car. His wife could look after
herself for a while. Serve the snooty bitch right to
have to spend time with his African boss one to one. If
she was going to survive in Africa she was going to
have to learn some new ways.
He walked around the car, admiring its shiny polished
exterior. He was tempted to start tinkering with the
engine. He put his hand on the bonnet and pulled back
quickly. He had burned his hand! The shiny metal was
hot enough to fry eggs!
Ah well, he would look at the engine later.
The deferential African was holding the door open for
him and he slipped into the driver's seat. His hands
caressed the steering wheel as his eyes flashed across
the unfamiliar English control panels. With a start of
alarm he realised it not automatic.
Was he going to make a fool of himself in front of this
African employee?
***
Leasa was distinctly uncomfortable at being alone in a
car with two African men. Mr. Hooper's chauffeur drove
the car while Mr. Hooper sat beside her in the back.
She was alarmed at sitting so close and casual with a
black man.
Suddenly she missed her husband. She glanced behind her
as the airport disappeared in the dust behind.
'Your husband is being given his new company car. He
will be along shortly.'
The drive took half an hour, and Leasa struggled to pay
attention to Mr. Hooper. Half annoyed that she was
obliged to listen to a black man, half distracted by
the vista outside the limousine's windows. At least it
was cool in the car.
She stared with suppressed awe at the vibrant colour of
the flowering trees and vividly coloured bushes.
Expensive looking luxury villa's lined the road. At one
point they briefly passed through a poor area. Africans
stared at the luxury car as it passed, and Leasa stared
in turn at homes made from corrugated iron, breeze
block, and what looked like sheets of garden trellice
fencing. Thin children that played in the dust, African
men sipping beer as big African women berated them.
***
Back in a wealthy area the car swept through the open
gates set in the midst or pristine white washed walls.
The car pulled up in front if a villa that could have
been taken straight from a film set. Leasa tried not to
be impressed as Mr. Hooper announced that this would be
their new home.
It was magnificent!
Suddenly things seemed much better and she actually
thanked Mr. Hooper.
A young African boy of 17 rushed from the now locked
gates. To her surprise it was to Mr. Hooper's door that
the boy ran. Opening the car door for Mr. Hooper and
bowing low with a mixed look of deference and fear.
Leasa was startled by that look of fear. Why did the
boy fear Mr. Hooper?
After Mr. Hooper had left the car he rushed around the
car and open for Leasa. Again bowing low deferentially,
as she swung her legs out of the car she caught another
look pass across his face before it was quickly
suppressed as his eyes raked her shapely legs. She was
familiar with that look, and suppressed quite
satisfaction. She would make this immature boy's life a
sexual torment with her teasing!
Though as she stepped out of the car and he stood up
Leasa was struck by his dark flesh, and the rippling
muscles that seemed to shine in the sunlight. The boy
was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. His flat
stomach was ridged with muscle, and Leasa felt a ripple
of butterflies inside her own stomach.
Mr. Hooper ignored the boy. He waved at the long low
covered garages and his driver edged the car carefully
within where the interior would be protected from the
searing heat of the sun.
Then he took Leasa by the waist and urged her towards
the house. Leasa tried to squirm free of the black arm
around her slim waist and was reminded again of the
extra-ordinary strength of her husband's African boss.
She could not contain the roll of her stomach at being
held by such a strong man. They passed down a shrub
lined tree shaded pathway to the entrance to the villa.
Another African was waiting at the door. An old man,
who held the door open for them both, as they entered.
He lacked the fear of Mr. Hooper displayed by the boy
and nodded casually to him while stretching out his
hand to shake her hand.
'This is Solomon. He will be your gardener and head of
household. My family has employed him for over 40
years. He will see to your needs, and those of your
husband. I will expect him to be treated with the
respect of a long serving employee.'
Leasa nodded, and without realising she had done it she
was shaking hands with Solomon.
Shaking hands with a black man!
She, Leasa Jackson of the Charleston Jackson's was
shaking hands with a black servant!
Her family would be turning in their historical graves.
At least the male members of her family would be. The
female members of her long dead family would be nodding
and sharing knowing looks.
The large black hand of the African encased her slim
white hand. Leasa looked up at the tall rangy African.
No muscles and glistening skin on this 60 year old man,
with grey haired at his temples. He was a head taller
than her, as she looked up at him her eyes met his.
A dark frission of emotion passed through her. She
could not pull her eyes away from his as an electric
glow seemed to pass from his hand up through her arm to
her eyes before sinking into her stomach. Then it
settled lower and her loins flared with heat.
Her eyes widened, the soft skin of her face flushed a
delightful pink. Butterflies flew around her stomach
like a tornado. Shocked she realised that her nipples
had hardened! Her knees felt weak.
No man had ever feel like this!
No man, not ever, and all he had done was take her
hand!
Solomon held her hand in his, and watched the flare in
her eyes. He recognised that look. It would only be
time. His face remained impassive.
Animal magnetism flared between them and Solomon held
her hand and let it flow.
He released her hand and a shaken Leasa entered the
villa.
She struggled to pull together her emotions. To retain
her cool demeanour as Mr. Hooper showed her the
kitchen. Solomon followed paying close attention and
explaining points. Mr. Hooper walked through the villa
explaining the usual use of the various rooms. The
living room was spacious and sumptuously furnished
opening through patio doors onto a paved circular patio
trimmed with colourful flowers. Leasa stepped onto the
patio. A variety of colourful birds she had not seen
before sported and fluttered around a number of bird
baths.
Sunlight glittered and shone from the surface of
crystal blue pool.
Leasa realised she had entered paradise.
***
Mr. Hooper stepped out on the patio to join her.
Solomon stepped out and passed by. His large hands
scooped up the handles of a wheelbarrow and with a
whistle wheeled it off across a particularly well-
manicured lawn.
'Solomon looks after the garden. He used to work for
the British Governor before independence, but it would
be best if you remembered that Africans run this
country now. It is our country, and we have little time
for racist colonial attitudes.'
Leasa bridled at the rebuke, but curled her tongue. He
was right after all. This was a black man's country,
and while Leasa was uncomfortable with that it would be
wise to remember it.
'He is tremendous in the garden. Natural magic in his
hands, flowers seem to blossom and bloom under his
care.'
Leasa nodded, if a little grudgingly. In her set it was
not fashionable to consider black men to be competent
or capable, irrespective of the reality. Nevertheless
this garden had a wondrous charm that was evidence in
itself of his ability.
'Best to just leave him to get on with it.' Leasa
nodded her acceptance. The most she knew about
gardening was that the grass should be cut now and
then.
'Be careful around him. His talents in the garden are a
reflection of his potent virility. You would not think
it to look at him but he has 25 children.'
Leasa reeled on her heels.
25 children!!!
'I should mention he has five wives. None of course are
allowed at the villa. He is entitled to two holidays a
year, one for a month, and another for two weeks.'
'But if he only gets home so....' Her words trailed
off.
'Oh Africans have never put a high store on monogamy or
faithfulness. Half the brats in the area are his
bastard children. I would be careful around him.'
Leasa flushed at the implication.
'Not something I need to consider I can assure you. I
am happily married.' Even as she said the words she
realised the mockery of them. She was not happy at all.
Not satisfied and not happy. She would not allow this
smug rich African to think so.
'I love my husband, and I believe in the sanctity of
marriage, and respect my vows.'
Behind her back Ferak looked at her. He was going to
bugger this sanctimonious bitch. Filled with her
pretentious and southern American airs. He would make
her scream in pain when he buggered her and would
delight in it. He would thrust his black cock into her
tight back passage and savour her desperate wriggles.
Yes he would make her scream with pain, and then he
would delight when her screams switched to whimpers of
pleasure. He would savour the moment when her soft
rounded hips started to hump eagerly back on his
skewering cock.
He would make her beg for more of his black cock thrust
up inside her. Oh how he would savour her desperate
begging for more...
Leasa turned and looked at him.
He smiled politely.
The boy appeared through the patio door. He held a tray
with two dark drinks. Leasa was surprised to see the
drinks served in a large English style beer jug. The
drink itself was laced with ice and fruit. Mr. Hooper
sighed with pleasure and nodded to the drinks.
'Pimm's Nr 1...one of the good things the British left
us.'
He swept up a glass and drank deep.
Leasa carefully sipped the drink and was astonished at
the wonderful balanced taste, obviously alcoholic, but
not powerfully so. The ice had cooled it delightfully.
She looked in the glass. There was so much fruit in the
glass that it was too tight for the contents to float.
She looked as slices of apple and banana, segments of
orange, sliced strawberries and various berries all
mixed in with crushed ice.
She sipped deeper. She could get to like it here.
A horn sounded in the street outside.
'That will be your husband, it is best to keep your
gates locked at all times. Only you, your husband, and
Solomon should have a key. I could not emphasise enough
the importance of that. An African could steal
everything in the house in 10 minutes.'
He paused, a moment and looked at her.
'You should be aware Mrs. Jackson that while Africa has
progressed far in the modern world there are still some
practices that persist. While most African governments
are enlightened and progressive.'
Leasa kept her face impassive at this last comment. The
idea that the Zimbabwe government was enlightened or
progressive was laughable. Her own country's state
department had carefully advised them what to expect in
Zimbabwe. Mr. Hooper continued.
'There are also evil and exploitive people here.'
He looked at the beautiful white wife of his new
employee. Admiring her classical beauty. Leasa could
see he was being diffident and careful in his thought.
'Let me be blunt Mrs. Jackson. There are men who will
not simply rest at stealing. Most African men will not
hesitate to rape such a beautiful white woman as you if
given half the chance, or even worse than rape.'
Leasa raised her eyes as looked at her husband's boss.
There was a mocking look in her eyes. She was not going
to allow him to make her scared.
'Worse than rape! I think most women would consider
rape worse than death.'
Mr. Hooper nodded his acceptance of her words.
'No Mrs. Jackson, I was not thinking of rape. Your
ancestors enslaved many Africans. There are Africans
even in this country who consider white slavery as a
fitting response to your country's past crimes. Yes, I
am afraid that a thief might steal you as well as your
TV. There are places where a pretty white woman like
yourself can still be put on a slave block and sold to
the highest bidder.'
Leasa was rocked by his words, and the casual way they
were spoken. She was alarmed not just by his words, but
also by the gut reaction in her loins. What would it be
like to be staked to a pole while dark skinned men bid
to buy her? Her knees felt weak and she sank onto one
of the patio chairs.
Andy appeared in the door.
'Is there a drink for me then?'
Leasa looked away from him into the garden where
Solomon was trimming firewood. She shivered. That man
had sired 25 children! She looked away quickly.
'Andy this is one of Solomon's sons Nigi. He will do
any work required around the house. Make sure he washes
his hands before employing him in the kitchen! I must
leave you now. I will expect you in the office at 8am.'
He nodded and left.
'Are you alright Leasa?'
She looked at him, before nodding. She was more shaken
than she realised.
'Is the gate locked?'
Andy nodded.
***
Over the next few weeks' matters went downhill as the
reality of living in Africa became apparent. On their
first afternoon, a white man had arrived with two big
German Shepherds. He announced himself as Mr. Johnson,
Mr. Hooper's security manager. He then give them a 'pep
talk' on personal security that had left Leasa close to
tears with worry. Even Andy had been perturbed. But
Andy was not a pretty white woman. Leasa was a very
beautiful white woman and all the African men were very
aggressive around her. They wanted her and she knew
that only too well. She was both scared and aroused,
and scared of being aroused!
The dogs were an enigma. To her shock and secret
pleasure she discovered they were racist. They barely
tolerated Solomon and Nigi, and that only because the
two Africans fed them. If any African came to the gates
the friendly dogs became snarling savage beasts that
scared the hell out of Leasa. That was enough for most
of the visiting Africans to scarper before she had even
reached the gate to enquire what they want. That was
good she realised as any potential burglar would know
about these dogs and stay away.
They had savaged one African who had walked through the
gates and down the driveway before they could get to
him. To her surprise the local police had not been
bothered by this, and had dismissed it as deserving.
That had shocked Leasa almost as much as the event.
Yet a completely strange white man could walk right up
to the house and the dogs would just lie in the sun!
She had decided to feed the dogs herself, and hoped to
ensure their loyalty to her. Apart from when an African
was around they were placid, and friendly if powerful
dogs. She had never had a dog as a pet and had been
startled at how much pleasure it was to play with them.
They were a bit over friendly at times and sometimes
they would dart in with intimate sniffs and licks that
embarrassed Leasa. Sometime the meaningful way they
looked at her as though expecting something from her,
made her glad she was not a bitch dog!
***
Inside the villa was indeed paradise.
Outside was Leasa's closest appreciation of hell.
Shops! She snorted.
When she had discovered that if she wanted bread or
flour she had would have to join a queue of 500 African
women she had raged with Andy for an hour. Sometimes
after queuing for an hour in the sun she would discover
it all sold out and would have to wait for another
delivery.
She had learned the trick was to pay a bribe to the
manager of the African department store and he would
telephone when a deliver was due. She had to pay him
weekly, and he expected a free grope as part of the
process!
Groping! Andy had given up trying to stop the African
men copping a feel when they were out together. It was
too much effort he said. Get used to it, he had said!
She had barred him from her bed for a week in
punishment!
The local water made her ill.
The power supply was sporadic.
The telephone worked sporadically and any request for
repair she was told had a six month wait!
Andy! He worked from 8am to 6pm then came home and fell
asleep from the heat! He was tired touchy and
insensitive to her needs.
Worse!!
Andy's credit cards did not work here!!!
Not there was much to buy, but she was going to have to
wait for his first month's pay before she had any money
to spend.
One evening she had been sitting at her dressing table
when she had been shaken to see Solomon approach the
bushes on the far side of the garden. He had then
casually pulled aside the flap of his overalls and
relieved himself into the bushes. Leasa had been
shocked at the size of the black hose that peed a flood
into the bushes. She had not quite believed it was
true, but had secretly watched through the lace
curtains on numerous occasions since. He did indeed fit
the stereo that black men had big cocks.
The one surprise had been Mr. Hooper who had surprised
her by being a perfect gentleman. Understanding her
needs on their third day he had arrived laden with
flour sugar, bread, fruit, bottled water. Whenever Andy
was away he had provided a security guard. Had even
taken her out to dinner in surprisingly good quality
restaurants. His casual hand on her thigh had been
enough to deter other Africans from making advances and
so she had allowed him to leave his hand on her thigh.
She tell Andy about this.
Nor had he pressed himself on her, which had surprised
her. Her disappointment that he had not pressed her had
also been a surprise. She was grateful he had not
pressed her on the issue.
She was confused.
Which only made her more irritable with Andy.
That lunchtime he had announced that he had been asked
to go to Mutare and would be away for a while. Leasa
had been frightened, but could not allow that to show.
Her fear had found release in a furious row. Andy had
rushed off with a hastily packed bag.
Now she was alone. It was late in the afternoon.
Normally when Andy went away a security guard would
arrive before he had left. Had Andy forgotten to
arrange the guard!
A very nervous Leasa paced the lawn.
Solomon sat easily on his favourite log and watched the
stupid white woman.
She was a very beautiful white women, but also very
stupid. She did not look after her husband. In Africa a
woman needed a man to look after her. This stupid woman
drove her husband from her regularly and did not
understand her own needs. For three weeks she had
flaunted herself before Solomon and Nigi. Solomon had
remained impassive and aloof. Poor Nigi was driving
himself crazy with the local girls.
Solomon's needs were easily met. He had many local
friends with pretty daughters who did not mind if he
fucked them. Why should they mind? He let them fuck his
daughters in return. It had been three days since he
had fucked pretty little Maia. He was ready to fuck
again and Mr. Hooper was getting impatient.
It was time...
***
Leasa was wearing a loose wrap that she used to protect
herself from the worst of the sun. Underneath she was
wearing her bikini. She knew it drove Nigi wild and
loved to see his eyes on her when she wore it. She had
seen him trying to hide his erection from her and
delighted in teasing him. Now, however, teasing was the
last thing on her mind.
Was Andy coming back, or had he already left on his
trip?
More importantly had he remembered to order the
security guard?
She was tempted to ring his boss Mr. Hooper but telling
a black man she was home alone was against everything
she understood about black men. The last thing she
wanted was to be in the debt of Mr. Hooper, or even to
remind him of her existence!
She wandered around the villa and approached the
wrought iron gates. They were comfortingly big and
strong. She sought to look down the street for any sign
of an approaching security guard who would inevitably
be walking. She looked both ways. No sign of any guard,
or returning Andy.
She glanced across at a bunch of Africans sitting just
along from the gates. They were drinking beers and had
stopped talking when Leasa had appeared at the gate.
She saw the unmistakable hungry look in their eyes that
such men seemed to constantly regard her with. Did they
sense her disquiet? Could they somehow know? Could they
be waiting for darkness?
Suddenly she realised that the sunlight was shining
through her lightweight wrap. Those leering black
wolves were ogling her body through the virtual see
through wrap. She pushed away from the gap, switching
to one side so the garden wall hid her from them. The
idea of them ogling her retreating derriere was
suddenly less appealing.
She did not feel safe.
She turned and looked at the gates. They were topped
with sharp spikes, and razor wire had been laced
between the spikes. She relaxed slightly. Her gaze
passed over the wall it was high. About fifteen foot
high. Even with the help of a colleague hoisting
another, it would be very difficult to get over the
wall. She peered closely at the top of the wall. Was
there cut glass on the top? Any sign of wire? She
thought she could see something but could not easily
see the top of the wall. She walked further away, would
she be able to see the top of the wall from further
away?
She walked into the middle of the front lawn. Then she
turned back to survey the wall.
'Christ!'
'Oh Bloody Christ!'
She swore. She looked with horror. There was a tree on
the other side of the wall. A big tree, and it was
clear even to Leasa that the tree was as good as a door
into the villa. The long sturdy branch swept over the
top of the wall and even dipped and curved as though it
was a downward stair into the garden. Any even slightly
determined rapist could climb that tree, slide along
the branch and drop down into the garden.
'Oh Jesus Bloody Christ!'
The hands on her shoulders made her leap with shock!
'Easy girl...easy,' the hands held her still then
started to stroke.
'Easy now...relax.'
Leasa recovered and pulled free. She was about to tear
a strip into Solomon when she realised that only he and
his son Nigi stood between her and those grinning
leering men at the gate. Mr. Hooper had told her not to
rely on Solomon and his son for protection. They were
employed as domestic servants, not as guards and if
there was any trouble would probably stay out of the
way in their huts at the bottom of the villa's garden.
She had hardly been very nice to them, or even slightly
considerate. Yesterday she had refused to let Nigi
leave the villa at midday to buy cigarettes.
Her hand rose to her mouth. She twirled and ran. He
mustn't see her cry!
Into the villa she ran, she whirled through the villa
and hurled herself down on the bed and sobbed.
It took her ten minutes to recover herself.
She stood up. She looked at the bedroom door and
realised it did not have a key. She was going to have
to ring Mr. Hooper. She hated doing it, but the
consequences were great. She would only have peace of
mind after a security guard arrived, and she would have
that branch lopped off!
She picked up the phone.
There was no dial tone.
In a rage of nervous anger she hurled the phone down on
the stone patio,
It smashed!
Bastard phones, why had they chosen now not to work!
She picked up the wreck of the phone, recognising her
own stupidity. Now even if the line did start working
again she would not have a phone. No outside contact
for a week unless she left the villa. It was tempting
to leave, but to walk alone past those Africans by the
gate? How far would she get before the following pack
pulled her into the bushes!
They were like vultures waiting for darkness.
She trembled.
She must remain calm.
She must show that she was not afraid.
She trembled again because she was afraid.
But she must not show it.
She would go on the lawn and sunbathe. Then she could
watch the garden walls without anyone realising what
she was doing.
She took a bottle of wine into the garden.
Poured herself a glass and drank it in one, its
coolness desperately needed. Steady girl she told
herself. She poured another glass then set it to one
side. She would lie down and relax.
After a while Solomon came over.
'Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but you really should put
some sun cream on. This sun is still very fierce even
in the late afternoon. The wrap will not be sufficient
protection.'
He was right. Even now Leasa could feel the tingling
that suggested she had been in two much sun.
'Let me ma'am.' Leasa watched in mild alarm as Solomon
poured the cream into his large black hands, before
reaching for her own slim hand. She allowed him to take
her hand and was startled when he started by
concentrating on her fingers, working the cream in,
stretching and pulling and making sure the cream got
between her fingers. She had half expected him to
immediately start using this massage as cover for
touching her up. She was startled by his concentration
on her fingers. She looked up at him.
It was the first time she had really looked at him.
He was a sixty year old man who had not reacted once to
her skimpy clad attire. Not once had she seen him
secretly ogling her. He was always impassive. Even now
his face was a study on concentration as he worked the
cream into her wrist. She relaxed and lay back on her
carpet.
His hands worked there way up her arm with a deft touch
that would have made a professional proud. Once
finished he started on her other arm. Then he worked on
her toes and that was delightful. No man had ever been
this attentive to her toes.
When he started working up her legs she parted them
slightly to allow easier access without fear or
concern. He did indeed have magic hands. She dozed.
Eased by the warmth, and the soothing hands. Her
emotional turmoil overcame her and she slipped into a
hazy doze.
She was startled back into awareness by the sudden
awareness that his hands were gliding over the soft
inner skin of her upper thigh. A black man's hands were
close to the top of her thighs. Close to her feminine
centre. She tensed. Waiting for him to cop a feel. What
should she do if he felt her? If she slapped him, then
it was unlikely he would stir from his bed while
burglars and rapists forced their way into her bedroom.
But if she just let him touch her...allow a black man
to touch her down there.
That was impossible!
Meanwhile his hands continues to circle and smooth. His
face remained impassive as he applied more oil on his
hands. Then he moved higher, his hand moving over her
stomach in slow easy curves. She relaxed. He was not
going to grope her. So many Africans would have done.
She did not know what she would have done. She cursed
to herself as she realised a dark primitive side of her
was regretting his failure to fondle her.
His hands worked higher. Then switched to her
shoulders. They worked lower, and lower, soon they
would be on her nearly bare breasts!
'Would you like to take your top off?'
Leasa looked up surprised. He had asked! He had not
simply slipped his hands inside her top. He had asked
her to take it off! She looked up at his eyes.
Impassive. How could a man remain impassive when his
oiled hands had explored her body so?
'No,' she gasped at him. Trying to sound annoyed, but
it her words came out in a breathy gasp. She was
shocked at the sound of her own voice.
She rolled away from him, onto her stomach, before
looking back at him.
'Ok.'
His hands reached for her shoulders, and she hung her
head and allowed a black man's hands to massage and
cream her white perfection. If anyone in Charleston
could see her now she would be ruined socially! But she
was not in Charleston. She was deep in Africa on a
plateau 4,000 feet above sea level, and she was alone!
She lay back flat on the blanket and allowed him to
continue this marvellous massage. She tensed when his
fingers unclipped her swimsuit top, but then relaxed as
his hands continued to massage into her back.
When his hands slid down the side of her body she
tensed. She tried to control her breathing as strong
black hands casually caressed the sides of her breasts!
He could not realise the effect of his hands on her! He
couldn't! She struggled hard against a desire to raise
her body slightly. High enough so that his hands could
slide underneath and cup her full breasts. She cursed
herself but managed to remain flat on the blanket.
Appalled by the heady sexual stimulation.
He was sixty years old she told herself. He was black!
His face was impassive! He could not realise what he
was doing to her!
After a moment his hands returned to her back moving
lower, in gliding, smoothing motions. She relaxed
again, but her breathing was haggard. She hid her face
in her arms as hands started to oil the backs of legs.
Soon his hands would started sliding up her legs,
sliding up to her upper thighs, ever closer to her
feminine core.
A pussy, she was shocked to realise, that was wet and
pulpy.
Oh God, she thought to herself. What is the matter with
me!
For God's sake don't let him know he has me excited!
Her shoulders shook with excitement and seemed to gulp
for breath as a large strong hand slid high up her
inner thigh from behind. She stilled herself sought to
clarify her breathing. He was oiling the tops of her
thighs now. Then his hands moved to her waist and edged
down to her bottom.
His hands casually and authoritively tapped the side of
her hips.
Without thinking she raised her hips and allowed
Solomon to slide the bikini bottoms over her hips and
down her long shapely legs.
She froze in shock at the realisation of what he had
just done!
How calmly he had let her know his needs and
automatically she had allowed him to remove her bikini
bottom! She could not believe how easily he had
achieved their removal. She glanced quickly at him over
her shoulder. His face remained impassive as he poured
more oil on his hands. He was going to oil her bottom
now. Leasa hid her hands in her arms and hunkered down.
Desperate to pretend what was happening was just a
normal massage, but also desperate that it was not!
She cursed her self. He was black! Remember her
heritage!
Then strong oiled hands began to massage her bottom.
She struggled to suppress a groan of passion. His hands
were firm and so strong. He massaged hard squeezing and
moulding her bottom in his grip. This was not simply
applying sun cream to her bottom. His hands were
lighting a fire in her loins and she struggled to keep
her hips still. She so desperately wanted to push them
back up into his hands.
In a moment all changed.
His oiled hand dipped between her legs. Two fat
experienced finger slid across the folds of her pussy,
which flowered open like a flower welcoming the sun.
The tips lightly caressed her clitoris then rose back
up. His other hand settled into the small of her back,
which seemed to force her hips up higher.
Leasa's whimper turned into a shout as two strong black
fingers were thrust up inside her!
Her loins spasmed. Her hips bucked, held fast as they
were by the hand in the small of her back. The most
intense orgasm she had ever experienced racked her
body. Solomon held his fingers stationery inside her as
she squirmed and shook. It seemed to go on for ever!
When her passion finally subsided. Solomon reached down
with his fingers and lightly tweaked her clitoris.
Leasa shrieked as incredibly another orgasm set her off
again.
Magic fingers! Leasa's mind was in turmoil.
She rolled over on to her back, and stared up at
Solomon.
Her hands rose up to hide her breast.
Her legs rose up together to shield her centre from his
gaze.
Solomon raises himself and confidently begins
undressing... slowly without any rush... confident he
was the new man-of-the-house. As he undressed Leasa saw
the enormous horse-cock about to be used on her...yet
she just lay there, in wait, and in shock over my own
need.
His cock is not hanging low now. It is erect, hard and
throbbing. A 60 year old black man with a hard black
cock and all I could do was stare at it. She looked up
at his face.
Impassive.
She shivered, how could he look impassive when he has a
hard black cock he was going to use on her?
Use on her...
The shocking thought ran around her brain.
He was going to fuck me...and she was not going to stop
him!
She was going to let a black man fuck me!
Her eyes dropped back to his cock. It must have been 9
inches long, and it thick as well! Gnarled with veins,
heavy black balls filled with sperm that had sired 25
children.
Sudden fear struck Leasa. Her bleeding was not due for
another week. It would be safe to have sex with him
wouldn't it!
Solomon reached down with a casual flick of his wrist
he tapped her knees apart. Leasa was shocked at the
ways her knees flopped apart in response. He dropped
between her spread thighs. Leasa's hands came up to
hold him off. He caught her wrists and pulled them up
above her head. His eyes locked with hers, and he
smiled.
Leasa's breath caught in her throat. She watched as his
eyes roved over her body, and was shocked as her own
body responded. She tilted up her breasts and raised
her hips, spreading her legs wider.
She was displaying herself, offering herself to him and
flushed with desire and shame at her own behaviour, the
soft pink glow of her flush only enhancing her
desirability.
Solomon did not need any further inducement.
He was hard and he was ready.
His eyes met the flushed sparkling eyes of the American
woman.
'Put it in.'
He released her hand from his grip.
'No...no...I couldn't.'
Solomon grinned.
'I am being polite, the men outside the gates of this
villa will not be so polite.'
'You black bastard!' Solomon took no offence. He just
grinned.
'Put it in.'
Leasa bit her lip. The idea of taking hold of a man's
cock was anathema to her. She had never touched Andy's
cock in three years of marriage. Touching a cock was a
dirty filthy act! Touching a black man's cock was the
worst thing she could imagine doing.
But if she did not do as he asked then anything could
happen. Andy might not be back for a week.
Andy!
It was his fault.
If he had not been so insensitive she would not have
been bitchy to him. He should have changed his ways,
instead he had got angry! He should have controlled his
temper! What she was going to do now was his fault!
She looked up at Solomon with soulful, appealing eyes,
eyes that had dazzled men since she had first learned
how to get sweets out of them as a child. Her eyes
would work on Solomon, a poor black African gardener.
So she stared up into his impassive eyes.
'Put it in.'
Bastard!
But this time she only thought it. She had enough
restraint, enough fear of the consequences. She
swallowed and allowed her hand to journey down between
their bodies.
She was going to take a black man's cock inside her! It
not her fault it was Andy's. Solomon had a huge big
cock and he wanted it up her.
'It won't fit.'
'Let's find out shall we?'
Leasa's full breasts were rising and falling rapidly.
He had taken advantage of her earlier when he was
oiling her. That had been her excuse to herself. But
this was different she was going to take another man's
cock and direct it into her body. Then that body was
going to crush her with its masculine strength while
the bastard had his way with her.
Leasa struggled with the shame of the knowledge of her
own excitement. If only she did not have to touch it!
Her hand finally grasped Solomon's cock and she nearly
fainted with the sensation that swept over her.
Oh God!
She was shocked at the feel of his cock. When Andy took
her it was hot, hard and thrusting, and that was how
she thought of his cock. Solomon's cock in her hand was
warm, soft and silky to the touch. She was quite
startled. While the outside was soft the skin seemed to
cover a steel bar. The contrast was remarkable. While
Andy's cock was hard it still seemed floppy. This
monster was like an iron pole with a soft exterior.
'Put it in,' Solomon's voice seemed harder, more
demanding and Leasa was shocked out of the reverie she
had sunk into holding his cock. She swallowed, her
hands slid over the length of his cock. She was both
shocked and alarmed by its length. Finally she grasped
it near its head and pushed it down towards her pussy.
She shivered when the hot head slid across the soft
satiny skin of her inner thigh.
The thick head ran over her vulva seemingly parting the
lower lips further, until it was finally in the right
place. She looked up at Solomon then winced as he
thrust.
It hurt, a bludgeon of hot iron thrusting at her soft
opening. Rudely pushing the entrance to her love tunnel
apart. The pain receded as she became accustomed to the
thick girth. It was so thick!
She was stretched and full. Then Solomon thrust again
and another three inches slip up her resisting channel.
Leasa moaned. It hurt this opening up of her. Hurt
almost as much as that vile time when Andy took her
virginity. Solomon was nothing but a brute beast to
force this pain on her. She whimpered.
Solomon responded by thrusting deeper.
Leasa whimpered again. The beast, the black beast was
taking her! A moment of confused excitement sent a
thrill through her before Leasa could suppress it.
Her hand tightened on his cock. Perhaps she could stop
him thrusting deeper. Then the realisation swept over
her. He had that cock deeper inside her than her
beloved Andy had ever achieved and there was more to
come! Her whole hand still grasped that cock and yet so
much had been thrust up inside already!
It was so long! Shockingly long! She tried to grasp his
cock, but Solomon thrust again. Her hand was pushed up
against his body. Only her slim white hand prevented
more thick inches of black cock from pushing further
inside her.
She grasped that cock tightly to try and prevent it
going deeper. Already the length inside her must be
ripping her open. Her muscles clamped on the cock and
she could feel the exciting length inside her. She
could feel it throb and pulse, hot and alive in its
lust. It was so hard!
Shocked she realised her thoughts had switched from
pain to excitement. Exciting pulses of pleasure were
beginning to surge outwards from her loin. Her clasping
muscles were transmitting that pleasure. Shocked she
stopped squeezing his cock and she felt it edge deeper!
With sudden inspiration she reached down between his
legs and grasped his the tight sack of his testicles.
His balls were hairy and hot. They had tightened up. If
she played with his balls the presence of her hand
would prevent him thrusting deeper.
She lightly and softly caressed the motor of his
passion. Inside these balls semen was surging with
excitement and desire to be shot up inside her body.
'Oh My God!' Her hand pulled away and she pushed at
Solomon!
'Please Oh God! Please take into out! Don't come inside
me....' Her voice trailed off as Solomon thrust the
last inches of his cock up inside her! She had taken it
all! Leasa trembled at the pleasure that shot through
her at that last thrust. The pain had receded.
To be replaced by hot pleasing pleasure.
Her head fell back, the golden tresses framed her
lovely face.
Her eyes closed and she clasped the blanket trying
desperately to suppress and control her body's reaction
to the black invader. Solomon had paused. She did not
dare look at him. Did not trust her voice, or her eyes.
She tried to focus on the fierce grip of her hands on
the blanket.
Then nine inches of thick black cock started to move
inside her body.
She wailed.
A fierce desperate wail of lost control as her lithe
shapely white legs rose up and clasped the dark body of
her gardener closer.
'Ohhhh Nooooo...Ahhhhh.... God! Nooooo!'
Even as her white clasping legs wrapped around the
black frame urged him on her voice broke out in sobbing
excited pants.
'Please...Oh please... don't come inside me!'
Solomon increased the rate of his thrusting, settling
into a savage rhythm that left Leasa breathless and
straining with excitement and pleasure.
This was so wrong.
A 60 year old man.
A Black man.
This should not be. It was wrong that such a man should
be able to get her so excited. Her hands rose and
sought to push him away, even as her heels dug into his
thighs and urged him on and in.
'Ooooooh...Oooh...Haa... arghhhhh.'
She opened her eyes and looked into the impassive face
of Solomon!
How could he remain impassive! While his cock was
thrusting so pleasurably inside her his eyes remained
calm and untroubled? Almost serene, his manner was a
stark contract to her own growing passion. She could
not believe he could remain so in control of himself.
Was he not enjoying his taking of her?
The arrogant cocky bastard!
His constant battering of her loins with his black
pile-driver overcame her musings as she grasped him
tight. She opened her self wider and accepted with a
thrill with the realisation that she had every nine
inches of his black length deep insider her quaking and
over excited pussy.
She struggled to contain her own passion and failed.
Her pretty blonde head fell back and she wailed in deep
and breathy passion.
'Ooooooooh... Oh! Oh! Oh! Huh... huh... Oh God! Arghh!
Yessss!'
The 60 year old African took his pleasure between the
lovely, spread, white thighs of another man's wife.
He would plant his seed in Leasa just as he had planted
his seed in the wives of the last 10 expat wives Mr.
Hooper had employed him to break in. It was so easy.
Leasa has been so easy. He had recognised the
unfulfilled need expressed in her temper and edginess.
The tart behaviour to her husband reflected a hidden
need to provoke her husband into a more firm hand with
her. Andy was a fool, and that pleased Solomon because
it had made his job so much easier.
He could sense her fertility. Smell those changes in
her that reflected a receptive womb. He would have her
womb seeded by the end of the week. Then he could
introduce her to his brothers and sons to try out. Mr.
Hooper would be pleased she had been broken in so
quickly.
She was perfect slut material, a classy and beautiful
American blond with a desperate if little understood
need to be dominated. A husband who was not forceful
enough to meet her needs was unlikely to provide much
of an obstacle to Mr. Hooper's plans. Mr. Hooper would
pay him a bonus of one hundred Zimbabwe dollars, but he
would make far more from the deliciously tight opening
between her legs and those soft gloss lined lips.
Solomon did not mind that another would reap the
financial reward. Bedding a series of pretty white
wives, and occasionally very young and pretty teenage
daughters was an opportunity most Africans would not
have.
A secure job, regular pay, a home over his head and a
bonus whenever he screwed a white woman! What more
could a man want!
'Ahhh...Oh. God, yes.... oh you big cocked bastard...
what are you doing to me!'
Solomon looked down at the excited passionate eyes of
Leasa. They were beginning to lose their focus. Good
she would come soon. He was ready to release his seed.
He preferred to release his seed just as a woman
achieved her orgasm. He was sure that increased the
chances of conception. He had always managed to achieve
a remarkable amount of self control on such issues, but
this first time he would struggle to time his orgasm to
the increasingly passionate woman beneath him.
Leasa writhed underneath the thrusting African.
Appalled and delighted at the exquisite sensations
throbbing out from her loins as the huge black cock
ravaged her over-excited womanhood. Sex had never been
like this with Andy. Her husband was too gentle and
considerate to generate the excitement she felt as this
60 year old African rutted fiercely between her legs!
Her arms ceased pushing him away and sought to pull him
closer. Incredibly her hips starting twisting and
humping back onto the huge cock thrusting so deeply and
thickly inside her.
'Oooohhh...oooooh.... yes... yes!' as her hips worked
faster.
Solomon grunted and Leasa's eyes flashed up to his
face. It was the first sound he had made! She was
surprised to see the pupils of his eyes had widened,
and there seemed to be a flickering light in those dark
orbs. That impassivity was failing! Delighted in this
discovery she ran her hands over his dark chest, before
wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer.
Her lithe legs clasped him even closer, as she began a
feverish circling humping. Determined to smash that
impassivity by the pleasure she was giving him. She
would show him!
'Oh yes....yes... fuck me Solomon... fuck me!'
The hot spreading surge in her loins at first confused
Leasa. Then she realised she was experiencing the hot
surge of sperm shooting into her body! She had made him
come! He was shooting such a hot heavy load inside she
could actually feel it, and then as if the first surge
was only a preliminary relief. A further sudden hot
surge signalled Solomon's orgasm.
Leasa clasped him tight and shook in her own orgasmic
reaction.
***
At this point the Leasa's e-mails shortened and
eventually dried up. I gather this is some of what
followed:
1) Leasa was shocked and appalled at being expected to
lick Solomon clean afterwards,
2) Afterwards Solomon gave her to his son Nigi, after
all it is her beauty and flaunting of that beauty that
has given him a permanent hard on for the last few
weeks by being instructed to suck him until his cock is
soft. At 17 it took a lot of sucking before Nigi had
had enough!
3) Leasa woke in the morning to shockingly discover
herself sleeping next to a 60 year old African man. An
African who still wakes with a hard on....
4) The week developed with Solomon proceeding with his
gardening at his usual slow pace. At various and
unexpected times he decides to take Leasa. Willing,
ready or not. When he decided to take her he took her.
Leasa finding this very frustrating, she had lost
control. Solomon seems impervious to her beauty and
charm. When he wanted her he took her, but ignores her
otherwise. Shockingly she found her self preparing
herself for him. Spending time in front of the mirror
again, trying the skimpiest clothes, trying the
sophisticate lady style, trying to find any trigger
that make him desire her on her terms!
5) Then the day before Andy is due to return she is
shocked to see Solomon opening the gate and allowing
the circle of African men outside the gate inside. She
flees into the villa. Solomon brings them into the
villa. Appalled she seeks to discover what is going on.
Solomon introduces his eldest son, a man of 40, and
three other sons.
Then he introduces three of his brothers and two of
their sons. Leasa is shocked to discover the crowd
outside the gate had been Solomon's family and not
strangers! She tries to stay as far from them as
possible. Solomon returns from the kitchen with a crate
of beer. Then he tells her to take her dress off.
Shocked Leasa objects but Solomon cuts her dead and
tells her again to take her dress off. Leasa stood in
front of this crowd of leering African men as her hands
rise up and stripped at Solomon's command.
6) Andy's return. A bit sheepish and apologetic and a
little fearful. Leasa angry and confused. Part of her
is angry that he is back. Will this mean less sex with
Solomon? After a heated and apologetic Andy learns that
his beloved pretty wife has been repeatedly raped in
his absence. He curses his folly in not phoning for a
guard. Leasa demand his apology on his knees, demands
his show of acceptance and penance by kissing her poor
ravished pussy better. Andy appalled to discover that
Leasa last 'rape' could not have been too long ago!
Leasa, however, insists he continues!
He asks for the name of the rapist? Leasa disdainfully
replies 'She cannot be seriously expected to keep track
of the names of every African who puts his cock up her
this last week!' Crushed Andy continues licking. Later
after Andy has made love to her and fallen asleep.
Leasa sneaks out into the garden 'to think'. Strong
arms encircle her and draw her down to the grass. She
found herself apologising to Solomon for allowing her
husband to make love to her. Solomon dismisses it. He
does not mind if her husband has lubricated her in
advance. To Leasa's delight his nine inch cock slides
quickly and easily up her.
7) Solomon warned her he could lose his job if she is
not 'nice to Mr. Hooper. Leasa was taken off for the
afternoon by Mr. Hooper who vigorously took her anal
virginity before announcing to Leasa that she will be
going to dinner with one of his business associates
next week. Then he leaves her still bound naked over a
wooden trestle table. To her horror one of his guard
dogs wanders over attracted by the smell of sex and
licks her clean. To her further horror the dog gives
her another orgasm.
8) Leasa told me she found herself in a hotel bedroom
with an old fat African business associate and could
not believe her own level of excitement as his hands
slid up under her dress.
9) After a few months Mr. Hooper brought around a cute
14 year old white girl for Leasa to baby-sit while he
'breaks in' her mother. He tells her to explain to the
girl about sex and African men. Shocked and appalled
Leasa refuse to have anything to do with the corruption
of the girl. Mr. Hooper tells that if she does not co-
operate he will have Solomon transferred to the new
families villa. Leasa is torn between her natural
concern for a young girl, and the loss of Solomon. She
introduces her to Solomon and is alarmed to see the
reaction of Solomon to this pretty young white girl.
For the first time ever she sees that impassive face
transformed into the usual sexual hunger she is used to
seeing in African men, but this hunger is directed at
this young girl not her! Troubled she is even more
eager to please him. She allows him to make love to her
on the lawn conscious of the girl watching through the
curtains of her bedroom. Later she takes to the girl
and allows her to watch from a hidden position as she
relieved Nigi from his usual daily erection. Solomon
took her to the shops and tells her not to make a scene
but just let the Africans fondle, 'they will get tired
of it eventually.'
Unfortunately Lease's e-mails tapered off. Their later
sporadic nature was the reason for me just adding new
bits to the above as she told me of them.
END
(Amended and edited after being first published on
DarkSecret.com)
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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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