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Michelle's Story
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
The moment they landed, things went badly for Rodney
and Michelle. Unwittingly they had become pawns in a
devious plan to gain international certification for
the upcoming sham elections in an African Republic.
What would Rodney do? What would Michelle do? (M+/F,
nc, wife, voy, intr, blkmail, mc, orgy)
***
Author Note: Please email me with your comments or
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the
time to email. This short story was written for a
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and
satisfy her.
I receive many requests from loyal readers to do
stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story
properly. After receiving this request from Michelle, I
decided to try doing a real short story for her and see
if it comes off okay. See what you think.
***
Michelle looked forward to the upcoming trip with great
anticipation. She never traveled with her husband when
he went abroad, but this time it seemed safe. Rodney
worked for a government agency and a lot of his work
involved negotiating with foreign governments. He often
put in an American presence so the world would know
America was helping third world countries. Rodney was
slated to supervise state run elections in one of South
Africa's neighboring countries but he decided to setup
his home base in Cape Town.
This was the perfect opportunity for Michelle to go
with Rodney. She had never been to Africa and the
country of South Africa seemed like the perfect place
for a vacation. She decided it was best to stay in Cape
Town when Rodney ventured outside the country to carry
out his international assigned duties. There was only
one scary event to endure but she overlooked the
possibility of anything bad happening... before their
flight landed in Cape Town. Their plane was scheduled
to make a short stopover in the neighboring country
where Rodney would be working.
Rodney was obliged to meet with some of the ruling
government's politicians to finalize his agenda. The
country was conducting state run elections and an
international committee had assigned Rodney to
supervise the voting in the country's capital city.
Everything seemed okay to Michelle and Rodney, as they
would not be required to leave the airport during the
stopover.
The preliminary meeting was scheduled between Rodney
and the government's military officer in-charge of
election security. The two were to make all security
arrangements during the week to ensure Rodney's safety
when he visited all the voting stations. Rodney assured
Michelle that she had nothing to worry about so she
became fairly confident the short stopover was safe.
'After all,' she reasoned, 'what can happen in a public
domain like an airport?'
When the couple departed on the Africa trip, Michelle
was excited. The plane landed at the airport where
Rodney's meeting was to be held and Michelle took her
husband's hand when they deplaned. They chatted while
walking to the small terminal and everything seemed
very normal. Once inside the brightly lit building,
each was directed to a separate line to go through a
security check. All the security guards were dressed in
military uniforms obviously that of the country's
ruling junta.
It seemed like a silly formality for the couple to go
through security. Michelle wondered why they would have
to be checked when Rodney was there merely to attend a
meeting. They each took their place at the end of a
line but luckily the lines were very short. Only about
a dozen people got off the plane and the screening
process moved very quickly.
All the guards were tall, extremely well built and very
black. When Rodney reached the two guards at his
screening station, he was immediately asked to put his
briefcase on the x-ray conveyer belt. In typical
airport screening fashion, he had to take everything
out of his pockets and place his belongings in a
container so it all could go through the x-ray machine.
Suddenly one guard talked fast and with a concerned
tone when Rodney's belongings went through the
detector. He even pointed at Rodney's briefcase, as if
there was something wrong.
Michelle shuddered when one of the guards in her line
guided her to the proper position near the screening
table. The man used a tight grip on her elbow and she
had the feeling he did it for a reason. "Put coat and
bag on table... nothing in pockets," the guard said.
She looked at the guard and noticed how he looked her
up and down, which gave her a creepy feeling. With a
shrug of her shoulders, she obeyed the man putting
everything she was carrying on the conveyer belt so it
could go through screening.
There was an older lady in front of Michelle and she
went through the walk-through metal detectors very
quickly. Michelle was happy that the process was quick
and easy. That was until she stepped between the
archway of the screening detector. It started beeping
like crazy and she really didn't understand how that
could be. Everything except her clothing was on the
conveyer belt so there should have been nothing to set
off a metal detector.
The guard grinned widely when the gorgeous white woman
stepped through the screeching detector. "Lady... over
here. You come here... I do check... for beeping," he
said in very good English for anyone in his country.
Michelle never saw his thumb moving and covertly
pressing a secret button on the hand wand. He wiped the
wand up and down her body while actually rubbing
against her body with the hand detector. Every time he
innocently pressed the stick against her chest or on
her legs, Michelle flinched looking at the man trying
her best to give him the meanest look.
He grinned at her while acting in an extremely
confident manner. "You have something... you hide
something?"
Michelle shook her head vehemently. Suddenly a small
commotion broke out in the line her husband was in.
Everyone's attention was diverted to two of the big,
burly guards physically handcuffing Rodney even though
he struggled madly. She stared at her husband when he
was led away to an interrogation room with another
guard carrying his open briefcase. Michelle almost
fainted when she saw some small white, plastic packets
openly displayed in the case.
The guard using the wand on Michelle suddenly got her
attention. "Husband get caught. He smuggle drugs...
white powder into country... he big trouble," the man
whispered making Michelle cry out to Rodney.
Rodney heard his wife shout and he tried to calm her
down. "Don't worry, Honey! Someone must have planted
it. On the plane... someone must have planted drugs in
my briefcase."
Michelle watched her husband, as he was led into an
adjourning room. The door slammed shut. Her last vision
was Rodney being shoved hard so that he fell into a
chair with a guard standing on each side of him.
Before Michelle had a chance to move, a guard put his
big, strong hand on her arm. She was led across the
large waiting area to another interrogation room and a
second guard took her other arm. She felt dwarfed
between two big men. The door opened and all she saw
was a big desk with a royally dressed man in uniform
sitting behind it. Michelle faced the rugged man who
stared at her with the most demoralizing glare. Her
heart beat so fast that she was positive her chest was
going to explode.
The man didn't say a word but merely held the stare for
an eternity. He was the obvious leader of the guards
and gave off an aura of power and control. "Come in...
Please sit. Sit down... We go over options. Maybe...
maybe you can save your husband," he said with his
voice steady and confident. "You do want to save your
husband... don't you?"
Sarge looked at the frightened woman seeing a gorgeous
white woman who emitted a most desirable sexual
ambiance. It had taken much conniving and scheming but
he eventually set up the meeting with Rodney for one
purpose. Sarge had assured the president of the
country's corrupt junta that he could influence
Rodney's report about the upcoming election. They
needed Rodney's certification that everything about the
election was on the up and up, and Sarge's fake drug
bust would ensure they got a favorable report.
Suddenly his plan was not only working perfectly, it
was working even better than he ever imagined. Standing
in sheer shock and disbelieve in front of him was a
golden goddess; a golden goddess to do with as he
pleased. His threat to throw her husband in jail for a
long, long time was the perfect blackmail to gain
control over Michelle. Sarge loved fucking white women,
especially the ones who had no choice but to fall under
his devious control.
He looked at Michelle noticing the succulent soft
curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and
slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was
heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her
breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. Michelle
was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Sarge
had fucked many white women but never one as beautiful
and his charcoal cock stirred when he contemplated the
prospect.
Some people in Western society may call his rape and
seduction of innocent women wrong and disgusting. Sarge
thought and acted like most men in his country. Men in
his third world country were considered supreme and
Sarge believed he could do anything without
repercussions. He had everything going for himself. He
was the head military officer in charge of not only
airport security but also security in the country's
capital city. If all went as planned, soon he would be
in charge of all security forces in the county.
Sarge's obsession for sex with white women began when
he visited American. He went there to visit some of his
countrymen who had moved to New York and they bragged
to him about how some white women loved fucking black
men. They told Sarge that it was a taboo that some
women found too enticing to resist. From then on, all
Sarge dreamed about was screwing prominent white women
of foreign dignitaries who visited his country.
Being in charge of airport security, it afforded Sarge
the perfect opportunity to screen women so he could
pick the ones he most desired. Sarge took his job, as
head of security, very seriously, and he viewed the
escapades with white visitors as merely a perk of his
job. Many of the women he approached started out
horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he
gained control over them.
Sarge was a master at knowing how to coerce and
blackmail a woman until she was completely under his
control. He knew how to get a woman fully aroused and
loved seeing the looks on their faces when they had sex
with their first black man. He treated them like pieces
of meat and enjoyed their horrified expressions when he
filled them with his black cum. Sarge hoped Michelle
was not taking any birth control, as the absolute best
scenario was when the woman feared getting pregnant.
Sarge stared at the gorgeous Michelle noting her
frightened appearance. "Please... don't be afraid. I'm
here to help you," he said. Although he smiled at
Michelle, she knew he was deadly serious. She felt
totally alone with no friends or anyone around to help
her out of the growing despair she felt.
The man glared at her without blinking or turning away.
"Did you know that smuggling drugs into our country can
put a man in jail for life?" Sarge held out his hand
indicating that Michelle should sit down. Slowly and on
legs that could barely move, Michelle walked to the
only chair in front of his desk.
Sarge stared at the shivering woman testing her
patience. "But you don't have to worry... it can all be
forgotten," he whispered, as Michelle shook in fear. "I
can forget all about the white powder in your husband's
briefcase..."
He stopped mid sentence making Michelle hold her breath
waiting for his demands. She knew it was futile to
protest or tell the man that it was a setup. Michelle
realized that Sarge was the mastermind and it would do
no good to plead with him. All the guards were probably
in on the ruse so she waited for the price that she
would have to pay for Rodney's freedom.
"I will forget all about the smuggling... if we fuck.
We have sex... and your husband will be set free," he
said with an evil grin. "I have power to free husband."
Michelle's heart stopped and she stared wide-eyed at
the chief of security. She suspected something dreadful
but this was the absolute worst. Michelle imagined that
Sarge might want to see her naked or even feel her up.
Suddenly she realized the price of freeing Rodney was
extremely high. She felt totally lost and a tear came
to her eye when she thought of being forced into having
sex with the evil bastard.
All of a sudden Sarge stood up. He slowly walked around
the desk until he stood directly behind Michelle's
chair. She dared not look at the man and knew he was
looking her up and down. Her heart raced madly while
she waited for him to say something. Suddenly she could
not resist putting her hand on the top button of her
blouse ensuring he could not look down her chest. Sarge
stood at her shoulder and she felt his prying eyes
trying to look at her boobs.
Suddenly his fingers were on her shoulder and Michelle
thought she would die. He lightly ran his fingers down
her shoulder and then moved to the other shoulder doing
the same thing. "Yes... you can make me forget all
about what happened," he whispered giving her hand a
sudden push away from her chest. She sat perfectly
still when he grabbed the top button of her blouse and
pulled the material away from her chest. He held the
blouse open enough to see the wonderful cleavage and
the pretty lace trim of her bra.
Michelle dearly wanted to vanish. She trembled as the
man ogled her womanly treasures but realized she had to
say something. "It's wrong... Rodney would never
smuggle anything... certainly not drugs. Please... you
have to believe me," she said hoping to convince Sarge.
"Please... please let us go."
She realized her pleas sounded stupid but it was all
she managed to say. Sarge grinned watching the gorgeous
woman squirm in the chair knowing she would eventually
be his willing servant. He loved nothing more than to
control a white woman and he always made sure that they
knew he was their master. "I gave you a choice," he
said keeping his voice low but very stern sounding.
"You know what you have to do! It's all up to you...
But if you don't want to do it... to save your
husband... then go! You're free to go," Sarge said with
the devilish grin.
Michelle quickly stood up. She wheeled heading for the
door in a rush. Suddenly she stopped, frozen to the
spot. 'It was too easy. This evil man wouldn't try to
blackmail her and just let her leave,' she reasoned.
Michelle stood motionless with her hand on the doorknob
and she closed her eyes trying to think.
Time seemed to stand still while her imagination ran
wild. Michelle imagined Sarge's control. He threatened
to throw her husband in jail but he would relent if she
had sex with him. Michelle could not think of any way
to save Rodney and she dreaded the thought of letting
the evil man have his way with her. She stood paralyzed
with her hand gripping the door handle.
Michelle's eyes remained tightly closed. She dreamed
that the horrifying ordeal was over and everything had
been a hoax. All of a sudden she sensed movement right
behind her. Suddenly she felt something hot, like
burning breath on the side of her face. She couldn't
look but her imagination pictured the tall, black man
standing just beside her. There was no doubt that the
imaginary figure was Sarge and he merely stood still
waiting for her to make a decision.
Suddenly she felt his arm reach in front of her
shivering body. She did not move a muscle when his
strong fingers closed on her hand, which was still
locked on the door handle. Michelle didn't dare open
her eyes when her hand was tugged off the handle. Her
whole body trembled wildly, as she was swiftly turned
around, and pushed hard against the door. With her back
flat against the door, the dark, imposing figure moved
in front of her.
Michelle felt totally helpless. Slowly and almost too
afraid, she opened her eyes. Sarge's face beamed and he
seemed to give orders even without speaking. She
whimpered and dropped her arms letting them dangle at
her sides because that was what she thought he
demanded. She merely uttered another pitiful whimper,
as Sarge stood inches in front of her bewildered eyes.
Sarge seemed so tall and powerful, and she tilted her
head back to look up at him. Her body shivered as his
fingers touched her blouse and began unbuttoning the
front until it fell wide open. She did her utmost to
beg with her eyes pleading for him to leave her alone.
Michelle did not try to stop Sarge when he grabbed the
two bra cups pulling the flimsy material apart until it
ripped. Her eyes fluttered and she could barely look
down at her suddenly bare chest. Sarge's big, black
hands cupped her boobs pushing them upward, pretending
like he was assessing their beauty.
Sarge stared at the luscious breasts marveling at their
ripe beauty. "We go... my office is very private. We
have sex and I'll forget your husband tried to smuggle
drugs," he whispered giving Michelle's swollen nipple a
little squeeze. "You wise... smart. Your husband not
like prison in my country!"
He didn't allow Michelle to button her blouse. He
merely took her right hand leading her out of the
interrogation room. She desperately used her free hand
to hold the front of her blouse closed so nobody could
see her nudity. Michelle frantically glanced around the
room at all the leering faces. Most were black and all
had knowing smiles.
Michelle suddenly saw her husband standing by two
guards. His arms were handcuffed and he had a pleading
look on his frightened face. Her torn bra cups dangled
in her armpits but she managed to prevent anyone from
seeing her bare flesh. Michelle had to look away from
Rodney because she was too embarrassed and she hoped he
wouldn't notice her helter-skelter attire.
Rodney's mouth gaped open in dismay. One of the guards
beside him chuckled and could not resist adding to
Rodney's anguish. "White sluts... all the same. Can't
resist black cock... but you no worry," the guard told
Rodney. "Sarge no hurt... only fuck wife. He black
stud... you watch slut climax with big, black cock in
belly," he said letting out a big laugh.
Rodney felt like hitting the man but resisted knowing
it would only make matters worse. "Michelle would never
do that... never," he said feeling a sudden wave of
doubt flow through his mind. With horror, he watched
Sarge and Michelle followed by two large black guards,
Emu and Mosi, walk to the far side of the waiting room.
Sarge pulled the hesitant woman down a long hallway to
a big office with large double doors. They entered what
appeared to be a richly decorated office for a king.
The room was huge with big, stuffed sofas around the
largest desk Michelle had ever seen. Sarge waved his
hand indicating he wanted her to sit on one of the
sofas while he proceeded into an adjourning bathroom.
The two guards knew what their leader wanted. They each
grabbed one of Michelle's arms escorting her to a sofa
where she was ordered to wait while Sarge got changed
into something more comfortable. She wound up sitting
on overly stuffed, sofa cushions and the guards
obediently stood at attention waiting for Sarge's
return.
Sarge came out of the bathroom wearing a velvet robe,
which was loosely tied at the waist, and he slowly
walked towards the frightened woman. Michelle stood up
before Sarge reached her. She desperately wanted to run
and escape any dreaded affair with such a devious man.
Her legs vibrated so viciously that it was very hard to
remain standing. She stared up at the big man and into
his dark, mystic eyes, which seemed to stop her
protests.
When his hand came up and reached for her blouse, she
merely stopped breathing. Sarge slowly and purposely
took his time unbuttoning the garment enjoying the way
her body shivered. He thought it was quite amusing that
Michelle had re-buttoned the blouse even though her
plight was hopeless.
Once the blouse hung open, Sarge grabbed the loose
front rotating the material over her shoulders until it
fell to the floor behind her. The cool air hit her
breasts and Michelle knew what that did to her enlarged
nipples. She held her breath, as long as possible, but
suddenly her chest started to heave.
Sarge swiftly moved his hands so that his fingers
brushed both hard nipples. He grinned at the agony
etched on Michelle's pretty face when he skillfully
teased her rosebuds without the slightest retaliation.
Her arms remained down at her sides and Sarge knew his
blackmail had worked magic. He admired the swollen
nipples and noticed how her chest heaved every time his
daring fingers brushed across the extraordinary buds.
Suddenly filled with the utmost confidence, Sarge went
beyond tenderness. "Standstill! Standstill my pet... so
Sarge can see what you have to offer. Maybe you aren't
sexy enough to buy freedom for husband." She tried hard
not to move a muscle knowing she must look silly being
only half dressed. Her loosened bra still hung wide
open with the empty cups in her armpits. She still wore
her skirt and high heels but it felt like nothing with
the man's hungry eyes devouring her nakedness.
Michelle obeyed even though she knew what was next. She
could not remember her legs shaking so badly or being
filled with so much fear. Sarge casually ripped the
loosened bra from her torso and he threw it against a
large mirror, which decorated one wall. He then moved
around her shivering body until he stood directly in
front of her. Sarge stared into her eyes seeing a
helpless woman. "Take off... strip now!"
Involuntarily her hands moved and began the arduous
task of complying with his orders. She kept thinking of
the dire consequences for Rodney if she did not obey
Sarge's disparaging instructions. It did not take long
before Michelle was stripped of her dignity. She stood
in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour
her luscious nakedness.
Michelle was positive she had passed out. All of a
sudden she was in Sarge's arms and he was carrying her
back to the overstuffed sofa. He sort of tossed her
onto the sofa and easily guided her into a sitting
position with her feet flat on the floor. Without any
warning, Sarge stripped the dressing robe from his body
and he stood erect right in front of Michelle.
Her eyes bulged when she saw his hardened length of
steel, which stood at a 45-degree angle in front of his
charcoal hips. It was not so much the color or the fact
the penis was hard that shocked Michelle. It was the
fact the penis was so large. "No... oh gawd, no...
please no," she moaned hoping for a salvation. "You
don't understand... I am... I just can't."
Sarge loved it when his white slaves begged. He liked
nothing more than forcing a woman to be extremely
dramatic in voicing her fear and trepidation. Sarge
imagined himself being totally irresistible and
overpowering, which filled him with a rampant
confidence. His eyes never left Michelle's agonizing
face that looked more appealing and attractive than
ever.
"Now you pay... pay for husband freedom. You suck...
and make Sarge happy... or else," he whispered. Sarge
watched her pretty face twist and her expression turn
to one of sheer horror. "You be my white whore... now
suck!" Sarge moved forward and he bravely waved his
enlarged pecker in front of Michelle's frightened face.
All of a sudden he grabbed her head holding it steady
while he rubbed his penis all over her flushed cheeks.
First one cheek and then the other, making Michelle
turn her head trying to avert his demeaning taunting.
Michelle expected him to shove his penis into her mouth
so her hand went out to prevent him from ramming it
down her throat. She didn't mean to hold his penis, but
it was that, or obey his filthy command.
Sarge was in complete control and he saw no need for
foreplay or for prolonging the inevitable. "Blowjob.
Suck my cock... now! Or get the hell out of my office."
He could hear soft whimpering sounds coming from her
throat when he thrust his hips forward until his
bulging cock touched her lips. Michelle's mouth seemed
to open reluctantly but it felt like heaven to Sarge
when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock.
Michelle's dainty hand looked utterly spectacular
around his throbbing pecker. She stroked his rod by
moving her hand back and forth while keeping the head
buried in her steamy mouth. Sarge dearly wanted to fill
her mouth with his burning lava but that was not his
objective.
Michelle resigned herself to fulfilling the man's
disgusting wishes. She vowed to suck his cock in hopes
it would save her from actually having sex with the
blackmailer. When he suddenly pulled his throbbing
pecker out of her mouth, she was a little disappointed.
Sarge slapped her hands down as if demanding that she
sit still with her arms at her sides. Then he began
rubbing his scorching penis all over her flushed face
and even down her neck until he poked each boob with
his wet prick.
Sarge purposely coated both nipples with pre-cum and
then he ordered Michelle onto her back. "You good
slut... now you fuck Sarge," he stated giving her a
stern shove backwards. "Lay down like good white
slave... and we fuck!"
She knew what was coming. "Please... gawd you can't...
please, don't do it," she pleaded. Michelle thought
crying might help so she let the tears flow freely. She
sobbed and could hardly speak when she begged Sarge,
"You just can't... I am not taking anything. Oh gawd...
no you can't... I could get pregnant!"
Everything she did merely enraged Sarge making him more
aroused than ever. He loved when women begged and loved
watching them squirm trying to stay out of his grasp.
Michelle was everything he hoped for and hearing her
horrifying affirmation that she was fertile was Sarge's
momentous gratification.
The sofas inside his office were designed with one
thing in mind. They were oversized and perfectly
suitable for his devious plans. Michelle was no match
for the African guards. The three worked together with
Emu and Mosi each pinning one of Michelle's arms above
her head so that she was confined flat on her back. She
kicked and twisted her hips trying to stop Sarge from
getting between her legs but it was hopeless. He easily
pushed on the insides of her thighs pushing them wide
apart so there was room for his slender hips between
her splayed legs.
"Oh no... gawd, not like this... please, oh please,"
she moaned feeling utterly helpless. "Oh my gawd...
please don't do it. Please use something so I don't..."
Sarge loved hearing her beg but he suddenly cut her off
midway through her dire appeal. He chuckled at her
pleas knowing his blackmail would keep Michelle on her
back, as long as he wanted her there. All the women he
blackmailed would do anything to keep their husbands
out of prison, even go as far as having sex with him
knowing they might get pregnant. He watched Michelle
squirm and twist her body trying desperately to keep
out of his clutches.
All of a sudden Sarge pressed forward. Sarge shifted
his upper body and dropped down over Michelle,
stretching out until he could hold her arms fully
extended over her head. He grabbed her around the
wrists allowing Emu and Mosi to let go of her arms.
Sarge's dark, rugged face was mere inches above her
teary eyes and Michelle could see the man was very
determined. Her eyes opened so big it made Michelle
appear frightened but even sexier to the three guards.
Michelle's heart began beating much faster. Doom
swiftly closed in on her, as she felt completely
vulnerable with Sarge laying prone over her nakedness.
The large African lay on top of Michelle threatening to
take her at any moment. Sarge purposely let his swollen
cock press against her tummy and he pushed his hips
downward letting her feel every inch of his throbbing
black prick.
Emu and Mosi knew exactly what to do and they each held
one of Michelle's legs out to the side allowing their
boss complete freedom. Michelle began to whimper
knowing she was at the mercy of the powerful man. She
felt Sarge pushing his oversized penis against her
midsection, rolling his hips so that it stabbed her in
the belly. Michelle's panic stricken mind fretted over
being his prisoner but she could think of no way out of
the ominous situation. She quickly conceded to the fact
Sarge would keep Rodney in jail if she didn't
cooperate.
Sarge lifted his hips. He arched his back enough so
that his hard pecker barely touched Michelle and he
merely let the head roam over her overheated flesh.
Skillfully, he let his hips guide the head over her
tummy making sure to graze every spot while leaving a
trail of gooey wetness. Then he shifted his torso
downward until the head of his pecker slipped between
Michelle's widespread legs letting her know the end was
near.
Michelle's chest heaved and rolled trying frantically
to evade the man. Her breathing was so ragged it seemed
she was losing control. Sarge threatened to invade her
inner domain but then he pulled back giving her a
temporary reprieve. He grinned feeling her body shudder
every time he let his penis graze her unprotected
opening. It was music to his ears hearing the loud
gasps of maddening distress when he teased her.
All of a sudden Sarge accidentally pushed a little too
hard. Suddenly the entire head of his enlarged penis
got soaked with burning juices. He planned to pull back
and continue the intense teasing but the heat was
overwhelming. Michelle's cunt was extremely tight and
it was so hot that Sarge's chest filled with cavernous
desire. He thrust his hips feeling even more intense
desire for the quivering woman.
Suddenly he couldn't stop his powerful hips. Sarge
drove downwards like a beast. Michelle wanted to scream
but she couldn't because her breathing had stopped. She
felt the thick meat invade her most private haven
knowing it was wrong but still she was unable to fight.
The wide head sliced through her cervix with an ease so
surprising that Michelle felt completely bewildered.
Instead of it being the most humiliating and degrading
event of her life, it seemed surreal and her body felt
totally alive.
She could not remember holding her breath for such a
long time. Michelle kept waiting for the expected pain
but all she felt was the most concentrated sensations,
which increased her heartbeat to an unbearable rate.
Her chest pounded sending blood rushing throughout her
entire body and her temperature rose skyward giving her
a fully flushed appearance.
The big, black man was buried to the hilt and the
inferno was making his balls swell with buckets of cum.
"Now you will have orgasm... show husband what a white
whore you are. Feel my black rod in your belly... and
cum... cum like a slut," he whispered.
Michelle was confused. 'What the hell did he mean? How
could Rodney know what was going on,' she wondered?
"But you said sex... not this. No... Rodney must never
know," she said feeling more desperate with each
passing second. "No... I won't. Go ahead and have me,
you bastard... but I won't do that. Never!"
It was this precise time Sarge waited for with every
white woman he blackmailed. The time he became their
ultimate master. The time he forced them to climax
while their husbands looked on.
He sensed Michelle was on the brink. He rammed his
thick cock in and out a few times before grabbing her
roughly by the hair. He reached forward jerking her
head sideways. "See... see the mirror? Well your
husband is behind that glass... watching. He is going
to see orgasm... see you cum on my cock," Sarge
whispered holding her head pointed at the two-way
mirror. "There is only one way to free your husband!"
His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle
realized that she not only had to have sex with the
disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy.
Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He
reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and
squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the
elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want
to save your husband? There is only one way!"
She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was
profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will
wait... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white
cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to
her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum."
Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking
she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached
between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's
fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across
the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which
was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a
stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor
over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly
trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there
was no escape.
The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back
to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between
the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her
bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender
caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when
her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge
realized what was happening and he arched his back
raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at
the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way
mirror with a feeling of immense pride and
satisfaction.
Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality
when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of
desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her
throbbing control button and it made her blush with
immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris,
her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel
the thick, black meat stretching her honey hole and she
did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit
back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out
of control. It was the most humiliating event of her
life but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save
her husband.
Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife
was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was
very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-
shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound
lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only
imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His
faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis
buried deep inside her womanhood.
Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and
slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her
swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno
tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used
constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular
downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations
and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's
ultimate demise.
Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He
uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust,
as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every
time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis
into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into
the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark
hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time
he thrust downward with his hips.
All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him
was talking. "She his white whore... she hot bitch. You
wait... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney
shudder. "You watch... see wife get fucked by many
black cock."
Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his
darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the
African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was
no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching
the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips
slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in
trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa
were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments
until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing
woman.
Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw
a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make
matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock
making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the
foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like
a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid
squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis
and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished.
These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and
abuse her and there was nothing she could do to prevent
it.
The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest.
Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her
legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from
getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or
stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from
getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so
that she remained spread out on the leather cushions.
Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held
one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again
allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto
the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream
of protest from the overpowered wife.
Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he
wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him
was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make
the husband suffer. "Not worry... only fuck... not hurt
wife," the guard whispered. They watched as Emu fisted
his pecker and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over.
First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly
before slapping her raised pelvis.
Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved
chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a
switch to allow sound into the secret room so the
husband could hear. "Emu see cunt... pretty white
cunt," Emu said knowing what his boss expected him to
do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut," the guard
whispered shaking Rodney to the core. The husband
watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with
a second guard mounting her naked body.
Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading
her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy
clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping
the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly,
Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without
the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any
required stretching and his semen lubricated her
smooth, heated channel.
Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big
African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding
Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu
marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous
Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his
last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the
spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which
made his muscles stand out prominently all over his
body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the
powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife.
Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire
soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited
stamina but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in
and out of her precious honey hole like a madman
enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and
grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched
out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his
upper body hovered over his precious, white slave,
which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's
luscious body.
Sarge grinned when he shifted so he could get close to
Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and
whispered. "You good white ass... hubby like seeing his
wife fuck... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers
in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the
reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck... you save
his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ...
and make Sarge happy."
Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the
uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing
she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined
her husband on the other side of the glass watching her
demise but she didn't know how to fight the mean,
dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that
she was being forced and suddenly realized she couldn't
fool any of the men.
It seemed that every time she acted worried or
distraught, she conveyed sheer passion and desire. All
of a sudden a spasm shot through her insides, and then
another more powerful than the first. She could only
imagine what it looked like from the other side of the
mirror. Suddenly Sarge nibbled on her ear, which
resulted in another spasm so strong it rocked her
fragile confidence.
Sarge kept his mouth at her ear. "You very sexy... you
like black cock... don't you?" He kept her face pointed
directly at the mirror so she couldn't hide her
despair. "You pay. The price for husband's freedom
is... one more orgasm. You cum or else Sarge fuck
ass... fuck ass with his big... black... cock!"
If she could disappear, Michelle would have at that
moment. Although she stared at her imaginary husband
wanting to fight and struggle with all her might, time
stopped for the distraught woman. She could only
imagine what it looked like being a captive to the two
Africans. Emu hovered over her body with his black cock
deep inside her precious opening, as he held her arms
fully outstretched to her sides.
Sarge held her head turned directly at the mirror, as
he whispered orders in her ear. "You do it... do it...
now!" Sarge said a split second before biting down
hard. His teeth bit into Michelle's tender ear bringing
about instant pain. She screamed but Sarge merely bit
harder. He bit just hard enough to break the skin and
her blood was like an intoxicating drug to his crazed
mind.
He yelled through his clinched teeth. "That's it...
move cunt... fuck Emu's black cock. You fuck Emu... put
black cock in belly... fuck Emu!"
The pain was gone but not the screaming agony. But now
it was the agony of lust, which quickly robbed her
sanity. Sarge had broken her spirit. "No... no, gawd
no... Oh gawd I can't stop," Michelle moaned. Sarge bit
harder but there was no more pain, only the agony of a
woman surrendering her soul. Her voice was loud and
shook Rodney to the core. "Fuck... fuck me you bastard.
Fuck me with your big cock... so fucking big. Oh gawd,
so deep... inside... I can't stop, I caaaaan't."
Her stomach went into convulsion, as she succumbed to
the African police officer. Suddenly it didn't matter
anymore. "Oh my gawd... I'm cuuumming... cuuumming,"
she yelled at Sarge. Her mind was consumed by pure,
unadulterated sex. No love or no tender emotions. There
was only pure animal lust.
He twisted her head to keep her face pointed at the
mirror. "Tell Sarge what you are."
She didn't hesitate. "I'm your white woman... oh
gawd... your white cunt. Take me you black bastard!"
The only thing she cared about was satisfying her
raging desire and her body went out of control. Her
world consisted of only one thing. A big, black cock
buried deep inside her womanly being. "Fuck me... fuck
me you... you... you cocksucker!"
Sarge wanted her to beg even more and for some profound
reason Michelle complied. He thrust his big hand under
her thrashing torso, which was driving up at Emu, until
he wormed his way to her squirming rear end. Sarge
fondled her ass threatening to shove his fingers
between her vulnerable butt cheeks, which Michelle
desperately tried to squeeze together.
"You cum... or next Sarge will fuck ass. Use big cock
on your white ass and show husband... wife is slut."
What else could she do? Michelle's gorgeous face was
etched with pure agony, which looked exactly like pure
ecstasy to Rodney. She was no longer a wife... a
mother... an upstanding member of the community.
Michelle was a hussy, a jezebel, and a wanton slut who
was suddenly filled with profound lust. She couldn't
stop her hips thrusting madly at Emu. She hated the
man. There was no love or tenderness. There was nothing
but sheer hatred and raging lust.
Her body belonged to an African. Michelle could not
fathom any orgasm lasting forever but she thought the
earthquake of desire would never end. The bastard
beside her shoved his vulgar finger into the crack of
her ass threatening to invade her last sanctuary. Sarge
laughed out loud at her desperate measures, as she
tried not to succumb to his dastardly demands.
Emu fucked her precious honey hole like there was no
tomorrow. There were three overpowering guards and
Michelle was their slave. The intense convulsions
consumed every bit of her sanity and she rode the
erotic roller coaster at breakneck speed. Her orgasm
climbed to the highest peak and she opened her eyes
wide realizing how far she had risen. Spasms and quakes
erupted in her epicenter, as she teetered on the crest
just before letting go.
Sarge had never witnessed such untamed passion. He felt
the muscles of Michelle's butt cheeks tighten knowing
she was in the midst of a violent climax. The blackmail
had worked to perfection and he was extremely
satisfied. Sarge kept up a verbal triad whispering in
Michelle's ear ensuring she was conscious of her
husband watching her ultimate demise.
The roller coaster was already on the downward tracks
when Emu let go. He arched his back, as much as
possible, and then rammed his swollen pecker, balls
deep, with a savage thrust of his strong hips. Again
and again he drove his hips into her crotch and every
time he did, he jettisoned a stream of torrid lava in
her deepest regions. The intense heat inflamed her mind
with a fiery lust that Michelle had only dreamed about.
She didn't understand how something so wicked and
morally wrong could make her lose control?
She lapsed into an unconscious state from utter
exhaustion when Emu was finished ravaging her body.
Sarge let her go and Michelle collapsed on the soft
sofa cushions with her eyes closed. How the remaining
guard got his pecker into Michelle's hand was a
mystery. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes to Mosi's
enlarged manhood, which was moving back and forth
through her small fists. Somehow Michelle was forced
into a seated position with Mosi standing at the edge
of the sofa right in front of her. She had both of her
hands on his cock and her fingers were tightly wrapped
around the thick shaft. The cock was so hard that she
could feel the blood surging through the swollen veins,
which sent a shiver through her whole body.
Michelle would always ask why she did it? She aimed the
bulbous head at her chest expecting Mosi to climax.
Michelle was not disappointed when Mosi spewed cum like
a raging gusher. Her eyes grew bigger watching the
thick, white jets of cum shot all over her boobs. It
was like a lust-consuming dream when she fisted Mosi's
cock with perfect fluidity. She aimed the white cream
flying from the dark, black penis so that it landed on
her titties until each was coated with running streams
of African cum.
Michelle wondered if the man had an endless reservoir.
Every time she pumped Mosi's throbbing cock, he shot
more cum at her. Nearing what she reasoned had to be
the end of his orgasm, Michelle was positive someone's
hand pushed her head forward. All of a sudden the
pulsating cock touched her lips, and then pushed
between them. Michelle fully realized it would be easy
for her to jerk the spewing cock to the side and out of
her mouth, but she didn't do it. Suddenly she felt her
mouth filled with cum just before swallowing. Michelle
deemed it was either cooperate or suffocate. She
willingly drank the African cum acting more like an
obedient white slave than a refined woman of the
Western world.
All Michelle worried about was trying to explain things
to Rodney. She reasoned that her actions during the
traumatizing ordeal surely would have upset him. Rodney
watched Sarge and his two cohorts slowly gather around
his naked wife. They forced Michelle to her feet so
that she stood in the middle of the three guards. She
appeared almost like a white goddess to Sarge and he
vowed to force her husband to bring Michelle when he
returned on Monday for the scheduled vote monitoring.
With that in mind, he planned one more humiliation
before setting the couple free. Sarge peered directly
into the mirror and he motioned at his two subordinate
guards who were in the room with Rodney.
Rodney didn't know what to think when he saw Sarge
waving into the glass. It didn't take him long to
understand that his mortifying affair was not over. All
of a sudden the two guards who were guarding him left
the room and Rodney's eyes opened in horror when they
suddenly appeared in Sarge's office prison. It took a
blink of an eye before the two guards were stripped
naked and then Sarge shoved his hostage to the
newcomers. Michelle stumbled or tripped but she didn't
fall as four strong hands caught her. The newcomers
easily guided her flailing body over to a sofa where
they forced her onto her back.
Rodney wasn't even conscious that he was alone in the
room. He was only aware of his lovely, devoted wife
being raped by two more black men. He felt totally
helpless watching the dire scene unfold. Michelle
struggled but she was no match for the two determined
lust-ridden men. She appeared like a rag doll when the
first guard mounted her. Rodney watched the man rub his
big pecker over her lustrous flesh until he was ready.
Rodney held his breath when the man put the flared head
of his black rod at the entrance to the pearly gates.
He didn't start breathing again until the man was in
full rhythm driving his massive cock in and out of his
wife's precious hole.
There was nothing he could do so Rodney merely watched.
The guard was overly dramatic when he finally reached
the end of his long-lasting stamina. Rodney watched him
empty his load of African cum into his wife who had
ceased fighting the man. Rodney was more amazed than
shocked at his own response. His hand was on his crotch
feeling something that should not be happening under
such dire circumstances.
Rodney's cock was harder than ever and he realized
Michelle's turmoil had one more chapter before it was
over. The last guard stood beside the copulating pair
stroking his enlarged cock. It was obvious he was
waiting for his turn at the sexy, white goddess.
Rodney has seen enough to drain his stamina. The front
of his shorts were getting wetter and wetter. He knew
enough not to touch himself but somehow he lost
patience. He rubbed his crotch and made sure to push
hard on the head of his cock until he felt it pulsating
like mad. Suddenly the last big black man rolled on top
of Michelle without any regard for her trodden
emotions. Rodney had no idea of the hell his wife would
endure when the last guard fucked her.
Sarge moved in close to Michelle until he could whisper
in her ear. "Husband almost free man... but... but you
have to do one more thing," he whispered. Sarge wrapped
his fingers through her wet, curly hair and turned her
head so she could look at her reflection. "He
watching... watching to see his slut do it one more
time. You will orgasm again... or else husband not free
man!"
Tears ran from her eyes but it appeared like lost
passion to onlookers. Michelle cried knowing she had
lost every battle to Sarge and now she must surrender
one more time. She could see the image of sharply
contrasting bodies. Her vivid reflection looked small
and overpowered while the man's looked large and
intimidating. The guard could see what was happening
with his leader humiliating the woman. He held his hips
skyward letting everyone get a good picture show. His
big cock hovered barely over the distraught woman.
Rodney's eyes budged at the sight of the large cock
that looked like it would destroy any delicate woman.
The guard acted in dramatic slow-motion. He placed the
tip of his cock at the entrance of Michelle's cunt and
waited. He gave everyone time to reflect on what was
going to happen. When he thrust his powerful hips just
enough to sink the head of his cock into the passion
pit, it brought a mixture of groans and moans. Michelle
uttered the loudest moan but her eyes never left the
mirror. Her husband was beyond the glass and he was
going to see her paltry demise even though she knew
better.
The heat was more intense than the guard imagined. He
gave another thrust sinking more inches of his cock
into the fiery hole. Again he paused and all could see
there was still space between the black and white. The
guard stared into the mirror and suddenly he rammed his
hips downward with all his might. All the air came out
of Michelle's lungs but she did not need air at the
precise moment. She held her breath while the guard
began pumping his hips up and down in ravaging fashion.
All of a sudden Sarge was demanding again. "Do it... do
it to save husband. You make Sarge happy when you have
orgasm," he whispered knowing Rodney was oblivious to
his secret taunting. "And I will know if you fake... so
you no fake... or husband stay in jail!"
The roller coaster started the rampant voyage again and
Michelle jumped onboard. Her emotions rose along with
Sarge's orders and she found it impossible to fight the
commanding man. When her hips began thrusting up at the
invader, she resigned herself to the fact she was a
pawn in black magic. Sarge pulled hard on her hair but
forced her face to stay pointed at the mirror. She was
unaware that her legs were splayed and bent with her
knees high enough to hug the guard's hips.
Rodney saw it all. The sight of two animals going
through untamed fervor and it was too much for him. He
cupped the end of his prick squeezing hard on the
throbbing head. Even knowing there would be immense
regret for losing control to self-gratification, Rodney
soaked his already wet shorts. It was probably the most
embarrassing moment of his life and one he vowed to
keep secret, if possible.
***
The aftermath of the orgy lasted for an eternity. The
whole affair had far surpassed anything Sarge hoped for
and he guaranteed it would not be the last. Once all
the guards were dressed in their uniforms, Sarge
allowed Michelle freedom to get dressed. Relieved that
the ordeal was finally over, she quickly donned her
clothes.
When they all exited the office, Sarge gave more
orders. "Emu! You take our visitor to waiting room.
Mosi! Get husband and bring to my office. We have our
meeting... now," he ordered. "I guess he not smuggle
drugs... someone must have planted drugs in briefcase."
Sarge smiled a warm, pleasant smile sending a shiver of
doubt through Michelle. As much as she despised the
man, Michelle found it hard to hate him when he kept
his word. It had been a most dreadful tormenting but at
least they were both safe.
Mosi followed his boss's orders and he quickly brought
Rodney to his office. "Please come in... sit," Sarge
said, as his hand waved at a chair in front of his
extra-large desk. "You lucky... not want to spend time
in my jail. It not good for white man."
Rodney readily agreed and he stared at Sarge trying
hard not to convey too much hatred. He was filled with
great apprehension thinking about how he would get
even. Rodney vowed to file a complaint with the
international committee about the treatment he and
Michelle endured while with the unscrupulous Security
officer. He desperately wanted to get out of the
country and get his wife away from the evil man's
clutches.
The two men sat quietly for a brief moment, and then
Sarge spoke. "Now we arrange your visit for election.
On Monday... voting start at 9:00. I take you to voting
stations.... you see all procedures done right."
Rodney listened and tried hard to concentrate on what
Sarge was saying. He felt sort of intimidated sitting
across from the powerful head of security while Mosi
remained standing near the door. Mosi was an imposing
figure dressed in full uniform, which included a
firearm strapped to his side, and it appeared to Rodney
like the guard was actually blocking the exit.
Sarge and Rodney discussed how they would conduct
voting day and the days after the election. The
international committee had scheduled Rodney to be in
the country for five to six days depending on the
outcome of the voting. He was the international
delegate assigned to the capital city but he also had
to visit some of the outlying areas. It was his job to
ensure all voting procedures were carried out properly
and according to international protocol.
All the details were worked out fairly quickly between
the two men. Rodney was extremely relieved when it was
time to leave but he got the shock of his life when he
stood up. He watched Sarge lean to his right and flick
the intercom button. "Emu! Take our beautiful guest to
my place. My wife... is expecting a guest and will take
care of her," Sarge said holding Rodney's stare daring
the man to do something.
Sarge let go of the intercom button and spoke directly
to a shivering Rodney. "No need for you to go to Cape
Town. I have plenty of room at my house for your wife.
You can stay in the luxury suite at the best hotel in
the city." Sarge wanted to make his point so that
Rodney understood how hopeless his situation had
become. "I have recorded everything... everything you
watched," Sarge whispered while waving a DVD case in
front of Rodney's bewildered eyes.
"The international committee would not think kindly of
your wife taking advantage of our hospitality. After
all... you are a trusted representative. You come from
a civilized country... and come to our uncivilized city
taking advantage of our trust?" He spoke with a
questioning tone challenging Rodney to defy his
demands.
Rodney's legs almost gave out. He wondered how he could
refuse the man's request without putting himself or
Michelle in more jeopardy? Rodney pondered opposing
Sarge's demands but suddenly he sighed, resigning
himself to the fact Sarge had won. All the arguments he
thought of seemed senseless. If indeed the DVD
contained all the sexually explicit particulars that
happened during the interrogation, nobody would believe
Michelle was not a willing participant. There were
times he even believed his wife acted overly
enthusiastic with Sarge and his security guards.
Rodney surprised himself when he spoke. Even though his
plight seemed futile, he gave one last try for a
salvation. "I... I," Rodney stuttered not sure how to
tell Sarge that his wife had other plans. "I'm really
sorry... but Michelle has plans to do some sightseeing.
She has already made arrangements to travel all around
Cape Town on a tour."
"What are plans... but arrangements to be broken? She
will be safe at my residence. You not worry... besides,
Emu is already taking her there," Sarge said with a
most confident smile on his dark, rugged face. Sarge
waved the DVD case again when he spoke. "Who will
people believe?"
He couldn't resist taunting his guest. "All that went
on in office this afternoon... has been recorded. I
have evidence of your wife seducing my guards," he
said. "Also... I have evidence of you when you smuggle
drugs into my country."
Rodney felt like yelling at him to say that his claims
were entirely bogus and false. He fully realized the
perilous position Sarge had put him in, thereby giving
him no choice, but to comply with the frightening
demands. Rodney struggled to accept his cruel fate
realizing the man was in complete control. He tried not
to imagine his precious wife spending the entire
weekend in a stranger's house without anyone around to
ensure her safety. Suddenly Rodney wondered if it was
her safety that concerned him or was it her purity?
Sarge was relentless. "Not worry. I took the liberty to
notify the international committee of your change of
plans," he said handing Rodney a copy of his
notification to the committee. Rodney stared at the
document having a hard time focusing on the small
print.
All of a sudden he noticed the time Sarge sent the
notification. In bold, black print was 1530 hours,
which meant Sarge had sent the message before their
plane even landed in the country. Suddenly Rodney
realized the man was fully capable of anything and that
Sarge was shrewd and extremely manipulative.
Sarge smiled at his hapless guest, secure in the
knowledge that the junta would reward him richly for
securing Rodney's certification that the elections were
properly carried out. What Sarge hadn't expected was
Michelle being such an extraordinary woman, which
turned out to be a fantastic bonus.
Rodney would never forget Sarge's parting words. "I
never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife...
she squirms on big black cocks, no? She make good
Blackman whore." Sarge leaned forward grinning broadly
at the hapless husband. "We not hurt her, just fuck
her," he whispered in a sure, steady voice. "Whore
likes big black cock. Whore wants belly full of black
cum." Sarge patted his belly and roared, "Sarge can
hardly wait for her belly to swell... Sarge love
getting white woman pregnant!"
The hair stood up on the back of Rodney's head hearing
the man laugh out loud. He could not deny what he saw
when his wife was with Sarge. There was no doubt in
Rodney's mind that Michelle had climaxed during the
seedy affair or that she stopped fighting after an
initial struggle.
All of a sudden he was shocked out of his daydream by
Sarge's voice. "You go with Mosi. He take you to hotel.
I send car for you tomorrow night... you come my place
for dinner."
The man's bold statements stunned Rodney. Before he
could react or respond to Sarge, Rodney found himself
being led outside by Mosi who went directly to a
waiting limousine. When the back door opened, the guard
commanded Rodney into the backseat with a wave of his
hand.
Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities
of what Michelle would be made to do during the next 24
hours. He would be forced to endure that many hours of
misery without knowing what was happening to his lovely
wife. Rodney contemplated the possibility of Michelle's
fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her
destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and
worried by the most vivid visualizations of his wife
being manhandled by the domineering African.
THE END
I hope you like Michelle's story. Please send me your
feedback, as I always enjoy reading comments and
suggestions about my stories.
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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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