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Michelle's Story - 5
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
The story continues. (M+/F, nc, bi, mast, oral, anal,
mc, orgy)
***
Author's 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.
***
Chapter 5
Rodney returned from Geneva to the sight of his
beautiful wife. Michelle met him at the airport and the
couple was quickly taken to a very nice house by one of
Sarge's guards. Sarge had informed Rodney that he would
reside in the house during the time he worked in the
country. The news made Rodney very happy because he
assumed his wife would be staying with him in the quaint
residence, which was only a short distance from Sarge's
home.
The couple continued to hug and caress long after
entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to
see the other, after being apart for so long, and they
had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands
venture all over his wife's body relishing the rare
opportunity to actual caress Michelle. "It has been so
long... too long since I have been able to hold you in
my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered.
"I've missed you. God... your breasts feel so... bigger,
and so nice in my hands."
Now that Rodney had his wife in his arms, he was almost
afraid to stop the lovely embrace. They remained in the
entryway of the house, as he quickly explained his trip
to Geneva. He told Michelle how uneventful the trip was
and that he had merely handed in a favorable report to
the International Human Rights Committee.
Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about
her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft
knock at the door. Questioningly Rodney looked at his
wife. Then he slowly opened the door to find the teenage
Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face.
The boy didn't have to say a word, as his indications
were that he was there to pickup Michelle.
A tear came to her eye when Michelle looked at her
husband's sad face. "I'm sorry... so sorry, love. But I
have to go with him... I thought you knew," she
whispered. "It's Sarge... his orders are for me to
remain in his home until we leave the country."
Rodney felt helpless, sensing the African employment had
been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the
groundwork for the final demise long before he returned
from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured
Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all
her waking hours with his son. Sarge threatened to not
only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but
also he implied that some physical harm might
'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate.
Rodney motioned for Kato to come in while he spoke to
Michelle. He closed the door once the boy was inside and
then he coaxed his wife off to one side, away from the
teenager. "Honey... but I thought? I hoped we could be
together... spend the night together," he whispered.
"God, honey! When I was gone... did you... sleep with
him?"
Michelle knew her husband meant Kato and she didn't know
how to lie. She was afraid to say anything so she merely
stood motionless and quiet. Rodney's eyes bore a hole
into her fragile confidence. "I have to know... were you
with him? Did he... he... did you have sex with Kato?
She was distraught and barely able to talk. "I'm so
sorry. Sarge forced me. He forced me to sleep with
Kato," she moaned with her voice breaking. "I had to
sleep with him."
She looked at her husband seeing he still needed
answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift
question and answer phase.
"How often did you sleep with him?"
"Eh... every night."
"Did he... did you have sex every night?
"Oh gawd... yes."
"Darling! But he's only a boy... a fucking boy!"
"I'm so sorry."
Rodney had suspected it but the shocking news still
bothered him. Suddenly he was crazy and had to know
more. "Was it... the sex any good?"
She stared at her husband intending on telling a lie for
once in her life. "No! No... no," she whispered. Then
she looked away feeling too guilty to look at her
husband. "Oh gawd... I couldn't help it. He was a man...
he knew what to do."
"Holy shit! Did you orgasm? Did you have an orgasm with
him?"
There were more tears of guilt mixed with shame. "Yes...
dear gawd, yes," she whispered still unable to lie. Then
the memory of being lost and totally under Kato's spell
filled her head.
"Michelle... dear God. How many times? Once, twice...
three times?"
"Every night... every day, we had sex. I couldn't
stop... couldn't help it. I came... oh gawd, he made me
come."
"But honey... you can get pregnant."
She was too distraught by this time and fell into her
husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"
Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato showed his
anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his
adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm.
Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the
door and he reluctantly let her go. All he could imagine
in his distraught mind was the powerful, African boy
having sex with his naked, fervent wife.
***
Sarge grinned upon reading the news. He perused the
gossip section of an international newspaper and noticed
that one of the Hollywood actresses was taking a
sabbatical to Africa. Apparently the actress wanted to
start a family and adopting a baby from one of the
African countries was a perfect way to start. Marie
Kelly's news article stated that she was leaving within
a week or two and she was not cast to do another movie
for at least a year.
When the expected message arrived at his office one
morning, Sarge read it with great anticipation. "I have
decided to accept your invitation. I am going to arrive
in your country on Friday, on the noon flight from Los
Angles. Please make living arrangements, in the same
hotel as we stayed before. I will stay until after the
baby is born."
Sarge read the message feeling a great sense of pride.
"My oldest sister will be traveling with me and she will
look after me during my stay. She is a very influential
woman with powerful contacts in the US embassy so please
don't try anything with her."
He continued reading with more anticipation building
deep inside his belly. "You must promise me complete
secrecy and promise you won't let any news get out that
I am pregnant. We both know what it would do to my
reputation and I insist that it be kept quiet."
Sarge read and laughed out loud at her obvious
gullibility. 'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'll keep it quiet,
but your sweet ass is mine! I'm going to let my little
niece take real good care of it until the baby is born.
Then Nia can give it to whomever she wants. Hell... all
the boys loved it last time... maybe they can have it
again... and again!'
He couldn't stop laughing at his shrewd scheme. Sarge
was still laughing when he sent a reply to Marie Kelly
and the perpetual grin lasted until the actress's plane
arrived. Marie Kelly deplaned and entered the security
section of the airport without any fanfare. Sarge
watched the beautiful actress, as she walked towards the
security checkpoint, and sort of regretted not keeping
her for himself.
Suddenly he noticed her accomplice and marveled at the
woman's radiant beauty. She was definitely older, but
the woman carried herself with a grace not common to
most. It was obviously Marie Kelly's sister and Sarge's
tummy did a summersault thinking of new and more devious
plans.
Sarge went straight up to the pair. "I'm so glad you
accepted my invitation... to visit our African paradise
again," he said to the actress. "This gorgeous woman
must be your sister. My, oh my... it is very nice to
meet you," he said, extending a welcoming hand.
"This is Susan, my oldest sister. Sue... this is Sarge.
He is head of security and has assured me that my secret
is safe," Marie Kelly said. She gave her sister a
warning glance even though none was needed, as the two
had discussed Sarge before leaving home.
Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip,
but now she was scared. The powerful, dark eyes of the
officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her
entire body. Susan realized they would be cutoff from
the outside world once they had cleared security and she
reasoned there was no alternative. Thankfully everything
went well, as the sisters progressed through security
screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they
were on the way to the hotel.
***
Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took
hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie
Kelly's visit. It would be the ultimate control over two
of the most adorable women in the world. One he was
already master over, or his young son was, he chuckled.
The other was a famous actress who he would soon have
complete control over, if he already didn't have, he
reasoned.
It was easy to arrange for a weekend gathering at his
home. His nieces were only too happy to attend knowing
the white visitors would also be there. Sarge explained
to his young nieces that he planned having the two
pregnant, white women stay in their village until the
babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted
them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple
of days at his home; then they could all spend the next
few months in the village.
He was well aware of Thema's admiration for Michelle and
he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting
pregnant at almost the same time, as Michelle, the
timing was perfect. Sarge laughed at Nia's response when
he mentioned that she should come into the city with her
sister. Nia never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to
visit and she seemed overly anxious to meet the actress.
He correctly assumed Nia found the American very
appealing after seeing what happened to her during the
kidnapping.
His tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. She
didn't relish living in a hotel and jumped at alternate
accommodations. Sarge explained how the actress and her
sister could stay in his home for the weekend, and then
they would live with his two nieces. He told the sisters
how Thema and Nia lived in a small village and they were
more than willing to look after their needs for the next
few months.
Sarge slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie Kelly
more. He stated that his oldest niece was pregnant and
that she was queen of their village. Then he told the
actress that there would be another white woman, who was
pregnant, staying in the village during the same time.
Susan was skeptical about moving out of the hotel, but
her sister insisted they do it. Marie Kelly was
convinced of Sarge's concern for her well-being. She was
also adamant that she couldn't live in a busy hotel and
wanted to be someplace where it was quiet and restful.
Being out of the public limelight was a primary concern
for her now that she was pregnant. A small village
seemed the perfect place to spend time waiting for the
baby to be born, Marie assured her sister.
They were packed and ready when Sarge's limo arrived.
Emu and Mosi put the luggage in the car and then took
the women to their boss's home. The transition went
extremely smooth, as Zelma, her daughters and many
servants met the sisters. Sarge planned taking things
one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at
his home so he could demonstrate his supreme control.
Stage two was well thought out. His young son didn't
like the idea, but Sarge assured Kato that the white
woman would be his after the baby was born. Then he told
Kato that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few
months with Thema in her village. He also explained how
the actress would join Michelle in the village and she
would be well taken care of by Kato's young cousin, Nia.
Suddenly Sarge grinned feeling more and more confidence
after meeting Marie Kelly's sister. He imagined making
slight modification to stage two, which included gaining
control over the sophisticated Susan. Sarge pictured the
refined, ravishing woman and wondered if he was shrewd
enough to get the upper hand on such a woman.
Sarge was smart enough to delay any perverted acts until
the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings.
That was the reason he took extra precautions planning
stage two. The three women would spend the entire
weekend at his home while his family, along with his
nieces, would show the trio some African hospitality.
The progression to stage three would be his ultimate
caper. He planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend
months in the village and he left what happened entirely
up to Thema and Nia. Sarge didn't even bother giving his
nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or
what should happen during the time. He reasoned that
anything the two young girl's came up with would suffice
and totally blow his mind.
The bonus of part three was having Susan around. His
altered plan was to have the beautiful woman spend the
entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge
planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. And
he suddenly came to the conclusion that he was not going
to share her. He would keep Susan for himself and have
her as his mistress.
***
The weekend went exactly as planned. The sisters spent a
relaxing time in Sarge's home and they were given
private tours of the capital city. Michelle spent the
days at his home although Sarge allowed her to spend
nights with her husband. The devious maneuver seemed to
work in his favor. It supposedly indicated the married
couple had some independence, which added to Sarge's
sincerity towards his guests.
Sarge was the perfect host, as he had his family and
servants provide lavish meals for everyone. He even
supplied local entertainment each evening and it didn't
take long to put his guests at ease. The two young girls
grew friendly with the three women, but neither Thema
nor Nia put any forward advances on their targeted
victims.
Susan watched things closely and felt overly protective
for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five
children, she had always been there for Marie. Susan
felt there was something very odd with the way Sarge was
treating them and she noticed the other white woman was
treated with a special devotion. At one point during a
tour of the parliament building, the woman disappeared
with Sarge's son, which seemed very odd to Susan.
The disappearance itself wasn't that odd. It was the
appearance of the woman when she returned that was
bizarre. Her face was a brilliant blushing red and she
acted timid and shy around her husband. Strangely her
husband put up with her odd actions although he had a
look of deep concern on his face. Susan looked closely
at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30's,
very close to her age.
As the tour continued around the extensive building,
Susan noticed how the young boy boldly put his hands all
over the sexy woman. It actually appeared like a game,
as the woman tried hard to stop the fondling and
groping, but it seemed to do little good. What was the
most upsetting to Susan was the way Sarge seemed to
tolerate what his son did and he even appeared to
encourage Kato.
The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she
became. The man was extremely forceful to the point
where he acted arrogant. It was almost as if he assumed
the three guests were his personal servants and he could
order them to do anything. What concerned her the most
was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty
from everyone. That was most evident during one of the
evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her.
In no time she was conversing back and forth with him
and the light banter put her at ease, which she didn't
like. She thought he was nothing but a scum-sucking pig
and she didn't like the fact he coerced her into liking
him.
As the weekend drew to a close, the house got eerily
quiet. Thema and Nia returned to their village, but
Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests
before they left. He gave them complete freedom and
permission to do whatever their hearts desired. "Thema,
my dear. You have expressed interest in Michelle... told
me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to
his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring
her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live
with you and Baako."
The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through
Thema's entire body. She had dreamed about this.
Fantasized about having Michelle stay with her... live
with her. All of a sudden her dream was coming true. She
listened to her uncle on pins and needles and then he
turned his attention to her sister.
"Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I
bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to
me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi's home
with you. She be your slave... own personal, white
slave."
Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She
hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in
her was not unfounded. Then the two girls departed
leaving Sarge to wrap up the weekend. He willingly
allowed Michelle to stay with her husband at their house
for one last night, but made sure they knew his plan.
"Tomorrow. I pick you up and we go to village. You stay
with Thema... live with her," he whispered sending a
shiver of panic down Rodney's spine. "She look after
your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I
arrange for doctor to stay in village."
Then Sarge turned his attention to Rodney. "But you stay
in city... work during week. Then visit wife on
weekends. I drive you to village so you can visit."
Sarge watched the couple leave and he noticed how they
embraced in a most hesitant manner.
Suddenly Sarge was alone with his thoughts. He went up
to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into
the hot tub relishing the upcoming days and weeks. He
was in complete control with only one more thing to
accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the
visitor he cherished most of all.
***
The couple discussed what was best for the future.
Rodney's job with the ruling junta was progressing
extremely well and that was why they were given the
house to live in. The problem with the arrangements was
that his wife did not spend much time with him. One
person, Sarge, planned Michelle's schedule for her,
which meant she was away most of the time.
Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his son and he
would do anything to further Kato's sexual prose. When
he first told his son that Michelle would live in the
village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and
disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the
baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home.
"Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with
him, but not so. She will sleep in your bed... be Kato's
woman."
Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle last night
when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he
told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African
village, Rodney had been very upset. They sat at the
kitchen table on a bright, sunny morning, but both were
in an extremely somber mood, as they thought about the
upcoming days. By all of Sarge's indications, Michelle
would remain in the village until the baby was born and
Rodney would hardly get to see her. That possibility
infuriated Rodney, but then he realized there was
nothing he could do to stop Sarge's manipulation scheme.
Michelle looked more radiant that ever dressed in tribal
garb. The wrap around dress made her appear much younger
and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The
couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and
his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo.
It should have been the saddest day of her life; yet for
some strange reason Michelle's heart beat fast with a
mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village
and being met by a loving black angel.
When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to
get in, Michelle was shocked to see someone already in
the car. Then she recognized Marie Kelly and timidly
whispered a warm greeting so as not to show her
impending fear of leaving her husband. The two women sat
together and Sarge got in facing them in the other seat.
Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out
of the capital city.
Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride. It
was a struggle, but finally she managed to chat with the
silent woman sitting beside her. They talked about the
scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got
to more personal things. "Your sister... where is your
sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle
whispered to her acquaintance.
Marie Kelly sat stiffly in the backseat. "He wouldn't
let her. The bastard wouldn't let Sue come with me...
come to the village with me," Marie said. Her voice was
loud and clear and there was no mistaking her anger.
Sarge merely grinned devilishly and he didn't say a
word, which made Marie even madder.
"He ordered me. The fucking bastard ordered me to join
him... drive to the village where he will probably keep
me a goddamn prisoner," she hissed. "And poor Sue has to
stay in his house... in his fucking house all by
herself!"
Suddenly the actress felt panic for making such a
mistake. "Gawd.... why did I beg her to come with me?
Come to this African hellhole," she whispered this time.
"It's all my fault. I should never have asked Sue to
come."
The two beautiful women sat across from Sarge as the
countryside flashed by the window in a complete blur.
Michelle felt a great loss being away from Rodney again
and wondered if her life would ever return to normal.
Marie suffered knowing her innocent sister was alone in
an unfamiliar city and living with an absolutely
unscrupulous man.
All of a sudden, the limo pulled up at a familiar abode
and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting
for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out
of the car and he went into his brother's residence.
Once he was assured that everything was ready for the
visit, he returned to the limo. Sarge held the backdoor
open and motioned for the shivering women to join him in
Zuberi's home.
Michelle and Marie Kelly went into the house where Sarge
was the gracious host, introducing them to everyone.
Just as all the introductions were complete, there was
an indication of a new guest arriving and a hush came
over the entire room.
Thema came into her father's home with the grace and
elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress
and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare.
Michelle stared at the girl and she felt her heart begin
to beat much faster. Her first impulse was to run across
the floor and put her arms around the beautiful, native
girl. The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and
the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema's
dark skin. Michelle couldn't see the African Rose yet
imagined it clearly in her head.
When Thema surveyed the room, it was just a matter of
time before her gaze settled on her eventual target.
Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer
and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering
anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until
they were together. Their eyes did not waver, as Thema
slowly walked across the room until she was directly in
front of her timid slave.
Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and
amazed Michelle with her sudden speech. "You
beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered.
Her sudden revelation stunned Michelle and made her
heart beat violently out of control. She had the
strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had
nothing to do with being pregnant. She stood absolutely
still waiting for the African girl to continue.
"We both pregnant. Baby comes at same time... and you
stay here. Stay with me and wait for babies," Thema
whispered. The girl had the strangest idea that she had
to explain everything to the unsuspecting woman. "He
say... Sarge say you stay with me. I tell him that I
love you. Want you with me."
Michelle was speechless, as she listened to the girl. "I
remember. Remember what it was like. When we make
love... have sex," Thema said with her hands making
precise motions. "You gorgeous... very lovely. I want to
touch you... touch you all over. Feel tits... tummy...
ass... pussy!"
Luckily none of the other villagers understood the basic
English, and Sarge and Zuberi were too far across the
room to hear what Thema said. Marie stood speechless
next to the two and her mouth hung wide open, as she
listened to the shocking revelations.
It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have
infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the
spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding
and gave the indication there was going to be a role
reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African
Queen should have spurred Michelle to action yet it did
not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete
control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led
the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly
down the street.
Michelle was very familiar with their destination. They
walked towards Thema's home so fast that she almost had
to run to keep up to the girl. All the while her head
was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one
thing. Suddenly they were inside Thema's home and when
the door shut, her heart burst with emotion.
Michelle felt strong arms around her quivering shoulders
and then demanding lips on her face. Thema kissed her
face before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle's
ear. She whispered and her voice sounded so soft and
loving that Michelle's breathing grew ragged in a
fleeting moment. "You Thema's lover. You stay with me...
live with Backo and me," she whispered. "Thema queen...
married to Backo. Backo have Thema... and you!"
The girl was demanding and she saw no reason for
waiting. Thema wanted nothing more than to show her
nervous lover how she felt. She almost ripped the top of
the dress from Michelle's torso and couldn't unwrap the
garment fast enough. The dress was loose and baggy and
it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only one
undergarment, a pair of borrowed panties.
Thema eyes grew big when she saw the African Butterfly.
The tattoo was not fully healed, but it did look more
like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the
African village the first time. Her eyes remained on the
symbol, as her hands reached for the velvety but firm
titties. Thema's fingers concentrated on the hard,
throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and
around, hearing moans of desperation coming from her
white lover.
Suddenly Thema decided on her course of action. She put
her arms around Michelle and pulled her into her hard,
youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties
from behind, and slithered down until reaching the
seductive butt cheeks. Thema caressed Michelle's ass for
only a short time before she needed more. She sucked in
her breath and rotated her hand around Michelle's flared
hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. Thema would
always admire the cleanly shaven area and vowed to have
it done to herself.
Michelle understood Thema's wishes for power and supreme
control. The girl's skilled fingers slipped into the
narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs and
instantly found the immense wetness. When Thema spread
the puffy labia so that she could surround the throbbing
clitoris, Michelle knew she would be forced to
surrender.
Suddenly Thema pulled the clit outward until it was
stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then she
squeezed it hard enough to bring groans of desire from
her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from
Michelle's most inner sanctuary and Thema felt the
instant wetness coating her dainty fingers. The young
girl felt the womanly hips thrust at her hand and she
smiled with immense happiness.
Michelle's legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema's
strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred,
but she could see the crest of an intense orgasm on the
horizon. All of a sudden her feet were moving and the
two interlocked bodies quickly wound up on Thema's
marital bed. The significance of the romantic adventure
was profound and the young queen knew she would be
sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.
How the girl got undressed was a mystery that Michelle
gladly accepted. Suddenly time didn't matter anymore and
her memory would only include glimpses of coming into
the village house, being undressed by the African girl,
and then submitting to her native charms. Thema's strong
arms held her and a fiery kiss ensued. Their tongues
intertwined and Michelle felt herself reaching out to
the African girl. She was mature and experienced, but
yet, Michelle felt the strongest urge for Thema's
control.
***
When the wild ecstasy subsided and both were breathing
normal again, Thema illustrated what the future held.
She got her points across even though her English
consisted of basic words, which were mainly nouns and
verbs. They lay in each other's arms for the longest
time and held each other long after the explanation.
Loving embraces were something Michelle yearned for and
strangely it came from another woman instead of a man,
or her husband. Men never caressed or embraced a woman
after an orgasm, as they assumed their job was done.
That was not the case with a woman, as her emotions and
desires were still rampant even after an actual climax.
Thema ran her fingers through Michelle's long hair
letting the strands float through her hands. Her
explanation, although not in perfect English, had been
fully understood by Michelle. At first the thought of
spending the next few weeks and months with Thema seemed
daunting yet Michelle quickly realized it was best. She
would be safe and not have to worry about anything,
especially being pestered by the tribal men.
The afternoon flew by and before long Thema's husband
came home. Both women expected Baako, but they seemed
surprised when he arrived. Thema spoke to him in their
native tongue and each kept looking at Michelle giving
her the impression they were talking about her. It felt
uncomfortable at first being with the tribal couple, but
they quickly made her feel at ease. Thema and Baako
tried to include Michelle in their conversations even
though much of the time it was by gestures and hand
signals.
Michelle faithfully followed their lead. Eventually they
were all laughing at the strange and unfamiliar gestures
that seemed to enable them to communicate. Thema
prepared the evening meal and everyone was famished by
the time they sat down to eat. The entire evening went
much smoother than expected and they felt like old
friends when they sat down in the couple's living room
after the meal.
***
She looked closer at the young warrior. His face was
etched with intense desire and it made him appear
nervous. Michelle tried to guess his age and suddenly
she shivered with the thought he was seventeen or
eighteen at most. All of a sudden her daydreaming was
interrupted and Michelle realized it was bedtime in the
African community. She felt extremely uncomfortable when
the couple escorted her into their bedroom yet there
seemed no way out of her growing dilemma.
Suddenly Baako undressed and tossed his clothes on the
floor. He turned to face the two women and the overly
animated grin on his face was very evident. Thema's face
was covered with a knowing smile and she threw her
husband a kiss. Michelle quickly looked at Baako and her
eyes lingered on the most obvious part of his aroused
body.
Baako caught her stare and he swiftly grabbed his
upstanding pecker. He wrapped his fingers around the
thick shaft and pointed his cock directly at Michelle.
When he glanced over at his wife, Baako saw her big
smile of approval. He took one step forward and Michelle
merely flinched, but stood her ground. Then he slowly
walked across the floor until he stood measly inches in
front of the stunning white goddess.
Michelle was utterly speechless. Suddenly she was
surrounded. Baako in front of her and Thema right behind
her and both stripped her clothes in a feverish fashion.
Then Baako took her hand and he directed her towards the
bed. She glanced over her shoulder at Thema and noticed
the girl's beaming face of approval. Michelle had the
strangest feeling when Baako forced her onto the bed and
quickly onto her back.
There was only one thing on his enraged mind. Baako
swiftly pushed her legs apart so he could see her
glorious womanhood. His eyes bulged and he quickly got
on the bed so that he was crouching between Michelle's
wide-spread legs. In a split second, he was lying on top
of her and his stellar cock was pressing into her
unprotected opening. The head of his cock hit the bulls-
eye and Baako pushed his hips downward just enough to
feel the heat engulf the end of his engorged cock.
Michelle didn't know what to do or how to act. Her head
rolled to the side and a million things went through her
mind in just a matter of moments. 'I can't do this... be
unfaithful to Rodney. I can't have sex with Thema's
husband... with her watching. Oh no, I can't have sex...
I'm pregnant. Dear gawd, his cock is inside. I'm nothing
but a whore... a Blackman's whore.'
Then she rolled her head to the other side and faced
destiny. Thema's pretty face smiled at her and the
African queen gave every indication that she approved.
The girl's obvious acceptance made Michelle's heart
quiver, wanting nothing more than to make Thema happier.
Suddenly her hands, which were pushing against Baako's
powerful chest, stopped and went around his torso.
Thema's husband was in a fervor and his hips thrusted to
and fro at a furious pace. Then Michelle reasoned that
it would require a stronger will and desire if she was
to please her African queen. She rammed her hips up at
Baako and suddenly he was deep, so deep she felt him
devour her soul. She was a little astonished when the
familiar spasm shot through her insides, but not very
surprised.
An angel quickly grasped her hand. Thema squeezed her
hand and radiated true passion to her lover. Their eyes
locked a fleeting moment before a tremendous explosion
occurred in her deepest being. Michelle bucked under the
rutting tribal warrior and she let her climax overtake
her most intimate emotions. Her amorous body belonged to
the young African couple and her surrender was complete.
She realized Thema, Baako or even both of them could
posses her whenever they desired... or demanded.
When Baako finished empting his massive load of cum, he
rolled off Michelle with a big sigh of contentment. He
was totally exhausted and casually lay on his back while
falling asleep within seconds. He never noticed his
young wife slip onto the bed and lay against Michelle
who was still huffing and puffing. The two women put
their arms around each other and they too fell asleep.
That was the beginning of months of erotic lovemaking.
Baako watched their bellies get bigger and bigger and he
was amazed at how sexy they looked even when pregnant.
Every night was full of mystery and wonderful sharing.
Baako was the happiest warrior. He had intercourse with
his lovely wife and also Michelle whenever he wanted.
Every once in awhile he had sex with both of them, but
he truly relished the odd occasion when they teamed up
on him. It was a totally new and exciting adventure, as
the women made sure he was fully exhausted by night's
end.
***
Nia watched her sister leave with the beautiful
Michelle. She glanced at her uncle and noticed his
devious wink. Nia relished the chance to show Sarge that
she, too, was powerful and there was no better way than
proving her dominance over the American actress. Sarge
was well aware of Nia's aspirations to become one of the
elite women in their tribe and he used it to his
advantage. His explanation to her during his last visit
to the village left no doubt that he wanted to humiliate
and get complete control over the actress.
Sarge told his niece that Marie Kelly would stay in the
village until her baby was born. He suggested that Nia
give the woman special loving care and also have her
girlfriends befriend the actress much like they did
Michelle. Nia couldn't have been happier, as for once in
her life, she had control over someone just like her
sister. She readily agreed with her uncle that Marie
Kelly would live with her during the actress's stay in
the village.
Very soon after Thema departed with Michelle, Sarge told
Marie that it was the perfect time for a guided tour of
the village. He started with Zuberi's home and showed
the actress which bedroom she would be using. Her
suitcases were quickly put away and Marie Kelly wondered
about the room looking like someone already used it.
Before she had time to question or say anything, two
young girls grabbed her hands and then she was ushered
out of the house. Suddenly a few more girls joined them
and they all set off on a tour of many old buildings in
the village. As the group moved from building to
building, Marie took closer observations of the girls.
She noticed the one who seemed to be the leader and
recognized her as one of Sarge's young nieces. The girl
looked to be in her middle teens and she carried herself
in an extremely confident manner.
Marie Kelly shivered every time Nia looked at her
because the girl's dark, steady eyes seemed to convey
something powerful and controlling. Marie wondered why
someone about half her age could make her feel so
intimidated.
All of a sudden the group approached what looked like a
barn or a stable. Someone opened the door and then
another girl shoved Marie into the building in a most
challenging fashion. Suddenly five or six girls stood in
a half-circle directly in front of her and they all had
their hands on their hips, as if to say they were in
control. They acted like they wanted her to do
something, but Marie Kelly was utterly speechless.
She stood and her mouth gaped open when all of the girls
started undressing. Marie didn't move a muscle, as first
one, and then the rest took off all of their clothes.
She quickly took the whole area in with a glance and
noticed there were no other people around. There were
piles of straw off to one side, which were covered with
blankets. Along the other side were stalls containing
horses and there were a couple of mangy dogs lying in
front of one of the stalls.
Her whole body was shaking like mad. Suddenly Marie felt
someone's hot breath on the back of her neck and her
legs almost collapsed. Someone was behind her and she
was completely petrified, too afraid to move a muscle.
All of a sudden there were tender hands on her shoulders
and she couldn't breathe anymore. Her chest heaved
trying to get some air but it didn't help, as she
glanced down at the small, black hands.
The hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them around the
wide base to make them look bigger. Marie still couldn't
move when the deft fingers knowingly unbuttoned her
sheer blouse one button at a time. It seemed to take
forever before the material was pushed aside to reveal
her abundant tits. The fingers quickly slipped beneath
the lacy bra, popping the cups upwards until they were
around her neck.
Marie Kelly couldn't see anymore. Her eyes rolled
backwards and her eyelids closed. Her head rolled back a
little and found a perfect resting place on someone's
soft shoulder. At first she thought about putting her
hands up to stop the unwanted caresses, but then she
wondered if they were indeed unwanted. Suddenly the
fingers surrounded her hard nipples and pinched them in
a determined manner. Marie Kelly opened her mouth to
protest but nothing came out. Then the fingers started
rolling her nipples around and around until the buds
were harder than little pebbles.
The last thing in the world the actress ever intended on
doing was spreading her legs. Suddenly lips touched the
back of her ear and then someone whispered in almost
perfect English. "I am Nia. You see my sister, Thema.
She has white slave who loves her," the young girl
whispered ever so softly. "You are my slave... my white
slave. I am going to touch you all over... kiss you all
over."
Then the native girl rained kisses on every square inch
of Marie Kelly's neck, shoulders and down her back.
Somehow the unbuttoned blouse had been stripped and was
now discarded on a pile of straw. The bra was gone and
the actress was naked above the waist. Suddenly her
designer jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped allowing the
dainty hand to slip into her panties. Marie Kelly sucked
in her breath in a desperate attempt to give the hand
more room, as it ventured down her almost flat tummy.
Suddenly the lips were against her ear again. "You
sexy... very sexy. Your tits are nice and big... much
bigger than mine," Nia whispered, putting both hands on
the luscious boobs. "You my whore... white whore. We
have sex... then my friends, too."
Marie Kelly slowly opened her eyes trying to see what
was happening. She glanced to the side and noticed all
the other girls were lying on the piles of straw. They
were in a circle leaving what looked like a center
stage, which made Marie shudder. The girls looked at the
pair standing a few feet away and sort of motioned for
the two to join them in the vacant opening.
Nia could see Marie Kelly looking at her friends. "They
wait for you... you and me," she whispered. "We do it...
do it right there so they can all see... see you be my
white whore."
All of a sudden one of Nia's hands shot downward. Her
fingers dipped under the elastic waistband and lower
until they felt the soft, curly hair. She let her long,
middle finger slide between the tightly closed thighs
and knew she had hit the target when a loud moan escaped
her timid victim. Nia forced her finger deeper and
suddenly she felt immense wetness.
The actress was proud of her body. She knew it was
extremely sexy and desirable by the fame she had
received from her movies. Now her body was changing yet
so far nothing was very obvious. Her boobs were slightly
bigger and she knew it because her brassieres didn't fit
properly anymore. Her tummy was not quite as flat as
normal, but it wasn't obvious that Marie Kelly was
pregnant unless a person looked really close.
Nia nibbled on one of Marie Kelly's flushed ears and
pulled her head backwards with her teeth. The actress
held her eyes closed tightly dreaming of days earlier
when she was with her boyfriend. It had been hard not to
tell him about her sudden pregnancy, but she feared the
repercussions if anyone found out the real facts.
Suddenly a tongue toyed with her ear and soft kisses
rained all over her neck.
After becoming pregnant, one thing had changed more than
anything else. She had developed an intense desire for
intimate sex and it seemed her passions increased to a
point where she craved lust. Marie's head spun out of
control and her daydreaming allowed the African princess
to gain the upper hand. "Spread... spread legs," she
whispered, tapping the sides of Marie's milky thighs to
indicate her demands.
Marie Kelly was fully aware that it was wrong. She
should not be standing in a stranger's arms, but
suddenly her legs moved apart. Nia realized the woman
had surrendered and she quickly moved forward. She put
her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned her around so
they faced each other. Being only 5'3", Marie had to
look up into the strong, controlling eyes of the young
African. She may have been only a girl yet Marie felt
totally helpless against Nia.
Nia held the stare while deliberately placing the
woman's arms down at her sides. Her hands went to
Marie's hips and slowly rolled the loosened jeans down
her flared hips. Then she stripped the garment leaving
Marie dressed only in her panties. The hot desert air
washed over Marie's flushed skin and she felt even
hotter. Her eyes fluttered, unable to hold the intense
stare, and suddenly she felt something rubbing against
her wetness between her legs.
Marie's first impulse was to spread her legs wider. Then
her almost non-existent panties were pushed deep into
the wetness and fingers found her throbbing gem. When
Nia pinched the clitty and rolled it around in the
immense juices, her white slave cried out. The cries
made the girl squeeze harder and then the cries became
louder.
The actress felt like a mad dog, trying to show her
immense satisfaction. She humped the skilled fingers and
it was the quickest orgasm in history, as her cream
flowed to meet the demanding fingers. Marie didn't hear
the numerous giggles from the ring of girls and she felt
no shame for what happened. Nia pinched the throbbing
clitoris and managed to push the soaked panties to the
side. Her strong left arm held the actress steady while
her right hand performed magic.
The tremors were far too earth-shattering and Marie
Kelly lost her balance. Her legs collapsed but her
instincts knew the powerful girl would save her. Nia
deftly guided Marie towards the nearest pile of straw
and the two fell into the vacant spot between her circle
of most excited friends. Their helping hands allowed the
two lovers to fall without letting go of each other.
Marie Kelly was aware of the many girls surrounding her
but she only concentrated on one.
There were no drugs or sedatives this time. Her lust was
real and it consumed her mind in a mere moment. Strong,
demanding lips closed over her own and Marie Kelly let
the darting tongue invade her mouth. No kiss had ever
been so passionate and she wondered if it wasn't because
of the orgasm, which seemed to be everlasting.
Nia's friend's knew better yet they could not stop
feeling and fondling the white goddess. Nia had
specifically told them to leave the actress alone until
she gave the order. Their hands were everywhere. There
were fingers on Marie's blushing face, her neck, her
arms and even her legs. One of the braver girls managed
to strip the soaked panties and they all stared at the
actress's sexy nakedness.
But it was the skillful Nia who inflicted the most
damage. She broke the heated kiss and ventured downward
until she had one of Marie Kelly's boobs in her mouth.
The girl sucked the entire end of the breast and then
her tongue slithered across the hardened tip like an
angry serpent. The girl knew enough to embrace and
fondle Marie Kelly's neglected boob. Her fingers
caressed the nipple and areola, making sure they were
puffy and swollen.
Then Nia ventured downward again and this time she found
the curly twists of pussy hair. She played with them
with her tongue and the teasing was profound for her
slave. Suddenly the girl's tongue began caressing her
everywhere. It felt so hot that Marie jumped and
flinched wildly with every caress. Then it happened. Nia
touched the glistening pink gem with the tip of her
tongue and she thought the woman would hurt herself.
Nia stabbed the opening with her stiff tongue and there
was no escaping for Marie Kelly. The girl was far too
determined and all Marie could do was arch her back,
hoping to survive Nia's assault. The continuous orgasm
flourished and Marie was unable to stop her juices from
flowing into the starved mouth. Suddenly Nia lapped the
little jewel vigorously and then she sucked it all the
way into her scorching mouth.
Marie Kelly wondered how long an orgasm could last. She
also wondered how it was possible to achieve a second
orgasm so soon after the first. All of a sudden Nia
began giving gestures and she motioned to the actress
that she wanted something. At first Marie Kelly didn't
know what was going on but that quickly changed. Her
exhausted and overworked body was twisted and coerced
into a different position. She glanced downward at the
native princess and shuddered at the sudden
implications.
Nia put her strong hands on Marie Kelly's flushed face.
She sternly held Marie's head and stared into her
bewildered eyes. The girl's eyes burned into her soul
and Marie Kelly was unable to look away. "You do. You
make love to me... now," Nia whispered softly. "You do
everything. Make love to me... so I orgasm. You fuck
African princess... or else!"
Marie Kelly stared into Nia's controlling eyes. Any
alternative and hearing Nia utter, 'or else,' sent the
strongest tremor all through her body. Suddenly Marie
was absolutely positive that having sex with another
woman was better than anything else at that very moment.
Then she let the girl's hands slowly push her head down
until she felt the burning flesh against her face. The
breast was so close that Marie couldn't focus on it and
Nia's chest heaved up and down.
She had never felt such power or control. Marie cupped
the cone-shape titties and squeezed them so the puffy
bullet tips pushed outward even more. All of a sudden a
nipple was a mere inch away. Her tongue lashed out and
struck the very tip and the girl's body reacted like she
had been hit with a large jolt of electricity. Marie put
one boob in her hands and squeezed hard. The enlarged
nipple poked up above her hands and her only concern was
giving the girl satisfaction.
One moment the hard nipple was exposed and inviting and
the next it was buried inside her volcanic mouth. Marie
put her teeth around the nipple's base and acted like
she was going to bite it hard. Nia's chest heaved and
thrust up wildly, but then the woman shifted to her
other nipple. Marie teased and enticed the girl until
Nia couldn't take anymore.
Nia put her hands on the top of Marie's head and pushed
downward. The nipple popped out of her mouth and
suddenly soft, heated flesh passed by her burning face.
Nia's hands didn't stop pushing until the woman's face
was directly over her pelvis. Marie's eyes grew large as
she stared at the girl's womanly charms. There was
barely enough time to notice the sparse, curly hair and
the shadow of Nia's wet pussy slit.
Marie would always treasure the moment when her tongue
lashed out and made the princess cry. Nia's legs were
spread wide and she left her opening fully exposed for
her lover. Marie put her fingers on the girlie labia and
pulled them apart to reveal utopia. The gem was the
pinkest thing she had ever seen and suddenly her head
was shoved downward. The girl's desperation was evident,
as she moaned out loud, and twisted Marie's hair into
her clinched fingers.
There was no guessing or pondering what to do. She
nibbled Nia's delicate clitoris and felt the girl's hips
thrust wildly with every bite. Even at the age of 32,
this type of lovemaking surprised Marie. Strangely she
felt more power and control than at any time in her
life. She felt Nia's body react to every tongue-lashing
and every nibble, which made Marie even more determined.
Suddenly spending time in the village with Nia didn't
seem so threatening or disheartening.
Marie attacked with a vengeance she didn't know was
possible. Her mouth was over Nia's precious opening and
the girl's entire clitoris was embedded inside her
scorching mouth. She used her teeth gently and nibbled
the delicate clit until Nia's body went into
convulsions. Then Marie rammed her finger into the tight
opening and finger-fucked the princess who was in the
midst of a mind-blowing orgasm.
***
When the tribal princess had quenched her thirst, Nia
readily gave a signal to her friends. All of the girls
moved closer and suddenly Marie Kelly was roughly forced
off of Nia's exhausted torso. Each girl grabbed a part
of Marie and swiftly rolled the actress onto her back.
Marie Kelly assumed it was senseless to fight or
struggle. She rolled her head side-to-side watching all
the excited faces, as the girls hungrily devoured her
entire body. Marie felt helpless and completely in the
hands of Nia's girlfriends.
Her head kept rolling and Marie was determined to watch
each girl, as they molested her. Two of the girls held
her arms outstretched and pinned far above her head. One
girl pinned her left leg out to the side while another
girl spread her right leg outward so far it hurt. With
four girls holding her limbs, it left two girls free for
a molestation Marie would never forget.
Suddenly her head came up and Marie Kelly watched a girl
suck one of her boobs and then roll her tongue all
around her upstanding nipple. Another girl caressed her
other boob and this girl was far rougher and determined.
She put the hard nipple between her teeth and made Marie
cry out when she chewed on the embedded bud.
Marie Kelly's eyes grew wider when she noticed red bite
marks on each breast. Then she was horrified at seeing
numerous red marks, which were dark hickies, tattooed
into her milky flesh. The girls did not care if they
marked or even hurt the woman when their mouths sucked
as hard as they could. Every red tattoo was a symbol of
control and power and each girl felt more and more
esteem when they engraved the white flesh with hickies.
Suddenly Marie Kelly could see past the two bobbing
heads on her chest. She witnessed more horrifying
details sucked and nibbled into her burning flesh. There
were hickies on her thighs as well as her upraised
pelvis and tummy. Then Marie though she would die. The
girl at her lower regions suddenly put her mouth
directly over her opening and jabbed with her stiff
tongue. The girl pretended to fuck with her tongue but
she made sure to ram her mouth into the unprotected
clitoris with every jab.
Just when Marie thought she might survive, the girl
moved up slightly. She put her lips around the swollen
clit and then she used her teeth. The girl raked her
teeth back and forth on the clitoris and there was
nothing Marie could do. Her arms and legs were pinned
rendering her a prisoner and then the girl rammed her
finger into Marie's hole.
Marie Kelly had expected to get fingered, but not there.
The girl rammed her finger to the hilt in Marie's ass
and kept it fully buried. All she did was roll the
finger around and around while nibbling on the tender
clitty. Marie arched her back and clinched her ass
cheeks, as hard as possible, but it only made things
worse. The native girl fucked her ass nonstop and ate
her out like a lesbian pro.
Marie Kelly cried out loud. Tears even ran down her rosy
cheeks when the explosive orgasm robbed any hint of her
being civilized. A stable was a place for animals and
that was exactly what she acted like. After the girl
drank all of Marie Kelly's sweet cum, she reluctantly
rolled off to the side allowing one of her friends the
freedom to molest the white goddess.
***
All of the girls including Marie Kelly lost track of
time. Each of Nia's friends was not satisfied until they
had consumed some of the visitor's loving juices. Then
each girl was utterly amazed when Nia encouraged her
slave to perform oral magic on each of the girls. It
turned into a night of erotic bliss for everyone and no
person was more surprised than Marie Kelly.
The faces were blurred and long after Marie would try to
recall what happened. She remembered going from one
young girl to the next until she came to one
recollection that would always be a haunting memory.
Nia's girlfriends freely used her, as their oral sex-
toy, and Marie recalled performing and receiving
cunnilingus until she last all track of where she was.
Completely dazed and fatigued, she was roughly forced
onto her back by some of the girls. Marie recalled how
one unfamiliar girl moved between her legs and the girl
left no doubts as to her intentions.
The girl was very skinny and at first Marie Kelly didn't
really look closely at her. The girl fondled her
genitals and then she kissed them in a very demanding
manner. Marie remembered looking down to see whom it was
and she almost fainted when she noticed the youngest
girl. Suddenly Marie came face to face with the girl.
Her face looked so young and innocent. When Marie
noticed her body, she realized the girl was not as
developed as the rest. The girl's breasts were not very
big and she appeared to have virtually no pussy hair.
Suddenly the girl placed her hands on Marie Kelly's
thighs. She pushed the milky limbs to the outer limits
in an effort to fully expose the delicious womanly
charms much to Marie's dismay. When her head dipped and
Marie felt the girl's mouth on her most sensitive area,
she reasoned it was time to stop the girl.
It was wrong and she had to say something. Marie Kelly
looked around until she met Nia's eyes and then pleaded
for her life. "Nia... dear gawd. Nia, my love. Please
not this... don't let her do this," she moaned trying
desperately to convince Nia to stop her young friend.
Then her eyes filled with tears because of the shameful
display that was about to happen. "Dear gawd... no. Oh,
no... she's touching me. Her mouth is... no, no... her
mouth! No, please... don't let her do it."
Nia quickly shuffled closer. She glanced down at her
young friend and noticed how Sasha was slapping the
floppy clit back and forth with her tongue. Then Nia's
gaze returned to the teary eyes and she smiled the
biggest smile. "She has to know. I promised her," she
whispered. "I promised Sasha that she could do
everything... like the rest of us. Please be good to
her... and I'll make it up to you."
Marie pleaded with every fiber inside her womanly body.
She desperately wanted to struggle, but her arms and
legs were pinned by Nia's friends. Marie's eyes remained
locked on her young princess, as her emotions headed out
of control in two directions. Her mind followed her eyes
and she felt intense desire to be with Nia; yet it was
the betrayal of her body that consumed most of Marie's
fiery emotions.
Suddenly the girl's fingers pulled Marie's pussy lips
farther apart. Sasha stared at the exposed clitoris with
her hungry eyes and then she put her fingers around the
tiny gem. Having already experimented and masturbated
many times, the girl knew where to touch Marie Kelly.
She squeezed with her fingers but left a small portion
of the throbbing clit free for her tongue-lashing, which
she administered with great fervor.
Marie Kelly arched her back severely trying to get away.
The hands of all the other girls held her down so their
young friend could ravage the white goddess. All of a
sudden Nia took charge. She cradled Marie's head and
swiftly twisted a big handful of curly hair with her
strong left hand. Nia jerked Marie's head backwards and
she stared into the wide, teary eyes. "Tell Nia what you
want... want Sasha to do."
Marie stared into the dark eyes of the African princess.
"Dear gawd, no! Nia, you have to make her stop...
please," she groaned just as her clitoris was slapped by
the girl's tongue. Suddenly Sasha's mouth devoured the
upper portion of her pussy and the girl tenderly put the
flared wings between her sharp teeth.
"She's... dear gawd, she's...," Marie moaned too
distraught to fight Nia or the young girl.
"Tell Nia! What Sasha do?" Then Nia yanked Marie's head
again, indicating she was not happy with the utter
silence.
"Oh please, no. She is sucking my clitty. Oh gawd...
sucking it... oh, biting it haaard."
There was more hair pulling and Nia's eyes burned into
her soul. "Nia can see Sasha's... sucking. Tell Nia...
do you want to cum?"
"Oh gawd... if she doesn't stop... no, no, I might,"
Marie whispered.
"You can wait. Let Sasha learn... you can wait. Not cum
yet," Nia said putting her lips directly on Marie's
burning ear. Then the girl nibbled and pretended her
tongue was a tiny penis, as she fucked Marie's inflamed
ear.
Suddenly Marie did the absolute worst thing she could do
if she wanted to prolong her stamina. She tensed every
muscle in her body and held her lower regions perfectly
still. Sasha felt the violin strings tighten and then
she rammed her long, slender finger into the womanly
opening. The native girl curled her finger until it
caressed the entire length of the womanly G-spot and she
used the tip of her finger to rake the spot.
Marie was riding a freight train to Hell and suddenly
she was too afraid to get off. Nia watched Marie's chest
heave up and down, as her breathing came in short, swift
gasps of air. "Sasha plays with your clitty... you can
wait," Nia whispered, grinning broadly when she watched
the woman's body jerk out of control.
Marie Kelly's will was broken when it happened. The girl
who Marie assumed to be too young and barely a teenager
was suddenly in control of her crushed spirit. Gush
after gush flowed from her delicate inner being. The
native girl tasted a climax for the first time and she
finger-fucked Marie with all her might. Sasha never let
go of the throbbing clitoris and kept it fully embedded
inside her volcanic mouth, much to Marie's dismay.
Nia held her white lover close trying to reassure her
that everything was okay. Then she let her lips peck and
kiss Marie all over while she whispered softly. "Sasha
learning... she eat you and learn about sex. I love
watching... watching you cum." Then Nia kissed her hard
before continuing. "You stay with Nia... live with Nia.
You be my white slave."
From that point on, Marie Kelly blanked out everything.
She would agree to anything in the world, because she
felt so enlightened, but it would take many hours before
she actually realized what happened. When the sun
finally came over the horizon, the night of sexual
exploitation ended. The girls were totally exhausted and
they all departed leaving Nia and Marie alone. Nia
helped her maiden get dressed and then they both headed
for home.
***
Susan was furious when she found out that her sister had
been scurried away by Sarge. She got up on a sunny
Monday morning only to be told by Sarge's wife that her
husband had taken Marie and another woman on an
expedition to his home village. Zelda noticed that Susan
was extremely upset by her sister's departure, but she
tried to reassure her that everything was done in the
best interests of Marie and Michelle. Susan nervously
waited the whole day and was almost stressed out when
Sarge's black limo drove into the driveway about five in
the afternoon.
With Michelle and Marie Kelly indisposed, Sarge was left
alone with his innocent prey. He stared at the gorgeous
sister, as she rushed out to meet his car, and felt a
familiar quivering inside his masculine loins. His eyes
roamed up and down Susan's seductive body before he
moved to conquer his victim. He barely got out of the
backseat when Susan displayed her intense rage. She
yelled at him and wanted to know why he took her sister
away without letting her know.
Sarge apologized profusely and put the brightest smile
on his face. "I thought it was better if she gets
acclimatized... gets used to being in a small, quiet
village," he said in the meekest voice. "I know you
wanted to be with her... to look after your sister. But
you will be more comfortable living here... in the
city."
It took some time for Susan to calm down. She was not a
woman that held a grudge and his lengthy apology made
her feel much better. He explained how not only Marie
was spending time in the village waiting for her baby
but Michelle was also there. Sarge's concern was very
evident, but Susan still wanted to help her sister. "I
insist. Take me out there... so I can be with Marie."
Sarge told her that her plan was not a good idea. He
mentioned that Thema and Nia would be there to look
after all of the needs of Marie and Michelle. Soon he
noticed the relief on Susan's pretty face, which was a
positive indication of her accepting his apology.
"But... but I have to be there for her," Susan whispered
feeling most helpless. She wondered about getting
anything accomplished in such a foreign country when she
really had nobody to help her; other than Sarge, she
thought.
"A doctor will see her today... check everything to make
sure all is okay," Sarge explained trying to reassure
his confused victim. "You guest in my home... stay with
my family. I drive you to village... visit sister in a
day or two."
He watched the pretty woman fidget but felt her slowly
becoming more at ease. "Not to worry. I have made sure
that everything is there... in the village so she has
perfect stay. All the medical facilities are readily
available and my young niece will ensure your sister is
well looked after."
Sarge really wasn't too concerned if the woman accepted
his reasoning for the separation, as his mind was
already made up. He thought his plans were foolproof and
pressed in for the kill. It was late in the afternoon by
the time he returned from the village and suddenly time
was of the essence so he felt a twitch of panic.
Susan had no idea what happened to Sarge's family, but
suddenly they had all disappeared. She was alone, except
for one or two servants, with the one man who made her
feel insecure and vulnerable. All of a sudden her mind
went into overdrive imagining all sorts of devastating
events.
Suddenly Sarge's voice shocked her out of dreamland.
"Come... let's move into the study. I'll have dinner
served... then a nightcap. We can sit for awhile and
relax," he said with the biggest smile. "We relax...
discuss what is best for your sister."
The study was fairly small and cozier than Susan would
have liked. Sarge poured them a liqueur and then he
toasted her raving beauty. It took her a few moments to
stop blushing but by then Sarge was talking again. They
chatted with the conversation being very casual and
Sarge kept asking questions about her life and belief's.
One of Sarge's servants served food and before Susan
realized it, she was far more relaxed than she
anticipated.
Sarge did it again. Susan was upset that she somehow
fell for the man's charm and she didn't feel the hate
she was supposed to feel. She reasoned that maybe it was
the drinks or alcohol that put her at ease, but
strangely she found the conversation quite pleasant.
When Sarge finally got around to talking about Marie,
they had consumed three drinks and Susan felt warm and
giggly.
Words and explanations flowed off his tongue with
delicate ease. Sarge reassured Susan that her sister was
best off living with his niece and relatives. She was
surprised to some degree when Sarge refused to comment
on the topic of her sister's kidnapping. He steadfastly
declined to show her the ransom DVD, which he said was
extremely explicit. He explained how the movie would
seriously upset and offend her, and in the end, Susan
felt thankful he didn't show it to her.
Sarge went directly from the chitchat to asking her if
she would join him for a relaxing hot tub. "It seems
like a shame to waste the evening. The drinks are
relaxing and the company is wonderful. You saw the hot
tub on the weekend... please join me for the best night
of your life," he whispered.
His declaration sent the butterflies off inside her
tummy, as it sounded so much like a promise. She
pondered his last statement yet quickly shrugged it off
to a casual misquote. All of a sudden the suggestion
didn't sound too bad. "Wow! I even remembered to bring a
suit... in case there was a pool at the hotel," Susan
said. "It's in my suitcase. I'll change... meet you..."
Sarge smiled listening to the gorgeous woman stutter and
stammer. They were on the way up the long staircase
before Susan could have second thoughts. Sarge grinned
and he was too excited to break her heart by telling her
that she didn't need a bathing suit. He watched her walk
and marveled at her most enticing behind, as it swayed
seductively with each step. 'Yes... you put on your
suit... it's all you'll wear for the next few hours,'
Sarge thought. 'You're mine. Yes! This time... I'm
saving you for myself. Your sweet white-ass will be
mine.'
He broke his daydreaming as they approached the large
double doors to his master bedroom. Sarge paused at the
doors staring directly into Susan's bewildered eyes. "We
have the night to ourselves... my family has gone to
visit Zelda's family. They will be occupied until
tomorrow... rejoicing on the joyous celebration of her
mother's birthday."
Suddenly Susan felt the dire panic of being alone with
Sarge. He opened the doors to the bedroom and she gasped
at the sight of such an elegant room. She could see
almost all of the vast room and the rich surroundings
were very apparent. There were two beds on the left,
which were dimly lit, but what caught her eye was the
brightly lit hot tub and bathroom area. Steam rose off
the hot water giving the tub a mystic appearance while
the white tile throughout the bathroom glistened with a
rich, brilliant luster.
They stood still and Sarge commented on the beds and
dressers being from an older European era. Then he
boldly took her by the hand and turned her sideways to
face him. Susan never noticed, but Sarge carried the
bottle of liqueur and glasses in his other hand and he
held them up.
"The tub is wonderful for soaking away stress...
exhaustion of a long day. I'll pour us a nice drink. We
can sit back and relax in the hot water," Sarge said. "I
have the jets turned up and the water is so hot it will
relax all those tired muscles... put you to sleep."
For a second, Sarge thought she might reconsider and not
return to her room for something to wear. She looked at
him and noticed the seriousness expression written on
his rugged face. She was just about to make a feeble
excuse when he swiftly let go of hand and walked towards
the tub. "You change. I'm sure anything you put on will
look ravishing. I'll be waiting!"
He turned around when he was a few feet away and stared
into her eyes. Not one word was said, but the telepathic
waves filled her whole body with something she didn't
understand. Susan had to use every bit of resolve to
turn and slowly walk down the long hallway to her
bedroom. She was unaware of the happiest man who quickly
stripped his clothes on the way across the room. Sarge
was completely naked by the time he reached the tub and
he jumped in the hot water overly excited with what was
on the horizon.
***
Susan was in a daze when she entered the guest bedroom.
She immediately went to her suitcase, which contained
her swimsuit, but felt slightly uncomfortable. Flaunting
herself and wearing such skimpy clothes when meeting a
stranger was not something Susan ever did. Reluctantly
she slowly changed until she stood frozen in front of a
long mirror.
She was utterly flabbergasted. Her first impulse was to
run; escape the drastic situation before something
really terrible happened. Suddenly she wondered about
meeting Sarge and letting him see her wearing only a
swimsuit. 'Oh gawd,' she thought. 'What will I do if he
actually tries something? What if he tries to feel me
up... and tries to force himself on me,' she wondered?
'No,' she thought staring at her reflection in the
mirror. 'Go ahead. Ogle me you bastard... you won't get
any.' Suddenly she felt a quick shot of adrenaline and
summoned the courage to continue. 'I'll show you... you
bugger. You don't know who you're dealing with,' Susan
whispered feeling very confident about handling any
situation.
Slowly and taking one deliberate step at a time, she
returned to the master bedroom. Susan peered around the
doorway and into the room. Then she stood in the middle
of the double doorway and let Sarge see her scantily
clad body. The entire room was eerily quiet when she
slowly walked across what seemed like the widest room.
Finally she had to divert her eyes from the most
compelling eyes she had ever looked into.
Sarge's eyes bulged, as he stared at the luscious woman,
and he contemplated his next move. Suddenly he threw
caution to the wind and acted on impulse. Susan was only
a couple of feet from the hot tub when Sarge jumped to
his feet. His sudden act stopped her immediately and she
stood frozen with her mouth wide open. She was a strong
woman. A woman who knew what the world was all about,
but suddenly her mind was too confused to react. There
was too much indecision for her to move a muscle and she
stood absolutely motionless.
Sarge slowly stepped out of the hot water and stood a
mere foot in front of her bewildered eyes. Susan stared
and felt her face become flushed and inflamed. When the
tall, imposing naked African spoke, she flinched and
felt her body going limp. "You won't need that. You
don't have to be modest in my home," Sarge whispered.
"Here... let me get rid of this useless bathing suit."
His hands moved and she remained petrified. Susan was a
very attractive and seductive woman and she was well
aware of what her sexy appearance did to men. She was
experienced at rebuffing a man's crude demeanor, but
suddenly she didn't know what to do.
She felt her bikini top being loosened and gasped for
air when Sarge tossed it into the hot water. Susan's
eyes widened as she watched the material slowly grow
dark and wet. Then her heart beat out of control when
she felt his fingers on her waist and suddenly he slowly
rolled the skimpy bikini-bottoms down her frozen legs.
Susan was completely amazed when she obediently stepped
out of the bikini and let Sarge put the soft material to
his cheek. He sniffed the heavenly scent and gave the
shivering woman the biggest smile.
All of a sudden the shock of what was about to happen
hit her hard, harder and with more conviction than
anything in her life. "Oh my gawd... you're going to
fuck me. We are going to fuck," she moaned with a most
desperate plea. She stared into the dark, commanding
eyes and saw the truth. "Oh please, you can't. Please,
no! I've never been with another man... only my
husband."
Sarge could see she was not going to run or even fight.
"You have nice tits. Even nicer tits than your
sister's," Sarge whispered. "Have you ever been
fucked... by a big, black cock?"
Her eyes fluttered and slowly shifted to the biggest
cock she had ever seen. Suddenly he grabbed her by the
shoulders and pulled her into his muscular body. "Dear
gawd... you can't do this. My husband... he is fixed. I
can't get pregnant because he had a vasectomy," she
pleaded.
Suddenly she found the courage to tear her focus from
Sarge's stellar manhood. "You're going to fuck me...
aren't you?" Susan arched her back in an effort to keep
her hips away from Sarge and she stared into his dark,
magnetic eyes once again. Her dilemma grew worse when
she felt the long, burning shaft scorch her tender
flesh. "Oh dear gawd... it's touching me. Your penis...
I've never touched another man... never... never."
Sarge grinned at her fruitless efforts. He thrust his
hips forward and then he grabbed her luscious ass
cheeks, squeezing hard so that her hips shot forward.
"No... no, dear gawd, no! It's so big... your cock is on
my tummy."
Sarge was in his glory. "Feel it. Go ahead... put your
hand on my cock. Feel the black cock that will soon be
inside your belly," he said with the most demanding
tone. "I said... put your hand on the black cock that is
goin' to be in your belly!"
She wanted to struggle yet surrender was far too
daunting. Susan's hand thrust between the tightly
compressed bodies until her dainty fingers felt the
burning rod. She almost hyperventilated when her fingers
closed around the thick penis and it was all she could
do to keep breathing properly.
"Sweetheart! You can still stop it. You can keep my cock
out of your sweet cunt... just by begging me to stop,"
Sarge hissed.
He was giving her a chance and she should beg him to
stop, she reasoned. Suddenly her fingers squeezed hard,
and harder, too afraid to let go. The shame of what she
was doing spread through her entire body, but still her
fingers clutched the enlarged pecker. Then her head
started to spin out of control.
"Rub it all over... all over your belly. Show Sarge
where you want his black cock."
There was no reason to comply. Susan shivered when her
hand started rubbing his inflamed penis all over her
smooth, flat stomach and she closed her eyes as she
drifted into dreamland. Suddenly her feet were moving.
She was all the way across the room before she was aware
the bed was near.
Sarge put his big hands on her boobs, fondling them like
he was a teenager, but Susan remained motionless and
proud. "Oh my, my gawd... you're hurting my nipples.
Pinching my nipples... hurting them." The pain should
have spurred her to action yet for some strange reason
she relished Sarge's rough treatment. Susan deemed it
just punishment for all the guilt that filled her
distraught mind because of what was happening.
Somehow she found the strength to remain on her feet,
but her heart beat so fast her head got dizzy. Suddenly
his lips were on her face, kissing her flushed cheeks
and then her ear. "I want to hear it... beg. Beg for it,
sweetheart!"
Susan opened her mouth and she fought for more air. She
was determined not to say anything but Sarge struck
fast. All of a sudden his sharp teeth closed on her ear
lobe and he bit down hard. Susan was positive her ear
had been severed and the brutal pain robbed all of her
reasoning and logic. Her instincts screamed that she
would be raped yet for some strange reason she couldn't
struggle.
When she started talking, Susan was not aware of
anything, but the promise of the ultimate fulfillment.
"Do it. Go ahead... take me. Do it to me," she moaned
with growing desperation. "Fuck me... you bastard. Go
ahead and rape me."
Sarge let his mouth relax enough so that his teeth
didn't bite so hard. "Say it. Say it... or else!" He
grabbed her hair with his big hand and yanked hard
enough to jerk her head back and forth indicating he
wanted her to respond.
"Dear gawd. I can feel it... touching me. Fuck me with
your black prick," she shouted. "Put your big cock in my
belly... do it to me!"
Her Irish-catholic background was forgotten. Her
religious upbringing was forgotten and Susan reasoned
that she was possessed by the devil. "Oh gawd... I'm
creaming. I can't stop... gawd, please put it in...
inside my belly. Do it... do it now, you bastard," she
wailed. "Fuck me... you black bastard. Make me your
white whore... just like you did Marie. Do it!"
Sarge literally threw her onto the bed. Susan landed
flat on her back and she somehow kept her legs spread
wide enabling Sarge to kneel between them. Her eyes were
wide open and they were glazed over with the sight of
impending doom. Sarge's powerful body slithered forward,
as his upper torso dropped over her chest. The head of
his cock was between her thighs and right next to her
vulnerable crotch, which made Susan squirm. Then he
rubbed the wet head all over her pelvis and threatened
to push it into her wet opening.
Susan could not remember her body being so inflamed and
so filled with animal lust. She rolled her head side-to-
side fraught with the possibility Sarge wouldn't do it.
All of sudden she felt something big and menacing push
between her delicate pussy lips. She stopped breathing
and promised not to take another breath until the
African had violated her soul.
Sarge was afraid of hurting her, as Susan seemed
delicate and sophisticated. He stared at her agonizing
face and realized her beauty was astounding. Susan cried
and pleaded with him to stop yet her actions betrayed
everything she said. Sarge noticed her arms were around
his waist and her fingers were squeezing his muscular
behind. She pulled his hips downward and into her
thrashing body. Suddenly he realized Susan wanted
more... more of his black pecker.
Sarge rammed his hips downward with the power of a
madman. He entered Susan's virgin sanctuary with one
powerful thrust and she was frantic. She clung to him
giving every indication that she was experiencing an
earth-shaking orgasm. Her teeth were next to his bare
shoulder and she bite him hard. The sharp pain was
fleeting but threatened to rob his remaining willpower.
The heat was intense and quickly became unbearable and
Sarge wondered if his stamina could survive for long. He
wittingly regained control over his breathing and
quickly thrust his hips into her widespread thighs.
Sarge curved his body enough so he could look down and
he noticed that barely a few inches of his cock was
inside the heated woman.
Sarge pulled backwards, pausing with only the fat head
inserted into the volcanic pit. Then he thrust one more
time. Sarge heard a shrill scream and it was the music
of lust to his ears.
When his cock went through her tender cervix, Susan's
civilized world came crashing down. She felt his ramrod
spread her soul. Suddenly surrendering her spirit to the
African god was the only solution and Susan let go. Her
womanly juices flowed freely and Susan had never felt so
liberated.
There was nothing in the world she wanted more than
being Sarge's white slave. "Sweet Jesus. When Marie told
me... about having sex with an African... I never
thought it would happen to me," she whispered with a
long overdue contentment. "Dear gawd... you own me. But
you know that... don't you?"
Sarge smiled at the pretty woman. "You stay with me. You
will be my mistress... my woman," he whispered having a
hard time talking. "The others will stay in the
village... wait for baby. You will live in my home. We
fuck. We fuck every day."
All of a sudden his hips jerked out of control. Susan
felt his random thrusts and pumps and she realized what
was happening. It should have been the most traumatic
moment of her life and it was. But not for the proper
reasons, as she clung to Sarge knowing his seed was
filling her fertile womb. Sarge's sporadic jerks
continued forever and Susan wondered if his climax would
ever end.
***
Susan felt like a little schoolgirl again. Sarge's cock
rubbed against her body, touching her everywhere except
where she craved. All of a sudden she felt a very
familiar tremor rocket through her loins and Susan
realized that it was a prelude for more ecstasy.
Whenever these tremors happened, she could never wait.
She put her legs around Sarge's thick leg and tried to
hold his muscular thigh tightly against her crotch.
Sarge glanced at her twisting body and noticed Susan
humping his leg. He could feel her immense wetness
rubbing against his upper thigh so he pushed hard. His
thigh pressed the pink petals open and exposed the most
cherished bud. Sarge didn't mind Susan climaxing so fast
because he knew she was only building to a higher
pinnacle of lust. Her hips thrust and jerked against his
thigh and then he needed fulfillment.
This time he didn't care if he hurt her. Sarge
understood Susan's desperation and need for uninhibited
sex. He pushed her onto her back and grabbed her wrists
with his powerful hands. Sarge stretched her arms
upward, as far as possible, and he wanted Susan to know
he was her black master.
It quickly turned into a stimulating game. Sarge
attacked and kept trying to kiss her, as her head
twisted and turned, trying to evade his mouth. Susan
struggled with much determination to indicate she was
fighting his apparent unwanted caresses. Sarge held her
arms, pinned and outstretched far above her head, as he
continued the game with her flat on her back.
Susan squirmed and turned her head side-to-side
pretending to struggle harder. He kissed her lips every
time her head turned and then he kissed her cheek and
neck. Susan squirmed again and her head came forward
enabling him to kiss her on the lips in a most demanding
fashion.
Each played the erotic game and it filled both with
intense desire. Susan kept twisting her head and
suddenly Sarge used his tongue. He licked her face, her
lips, her nose, and then her ears until she was
overheated. Suddenly her head turned sideways again and
Sarge held her still by biting her ear. "Open legs. Open
your legs so I can put my black cock into your little,
white pussy," he hissed through his teeth, as they bite
down hard on her ear. "That's it, baby... can you feel
it? My hard cock... as it goes into your cunt?"
All of her life, Susan was reserved and seemed to hold
something back. Suddenly there were no barriers or no
holding back. Her breathing was extremely uneven, and
ragged, and she feared fainting if she didn't let go.
His black knob pushed her control button and her loving
juices coated Sarge's big penis. Sarge let go of her ear
realizing there was no need for any more force. He
pumped wildly and pretended he was an untamed dog.
The night was never-ending. Susan lost count. Was it
three, four or even five? How many times had she
experienced an orgasm with her black god within such a
short time span? There was nothing left, she reasoned,
as her entire body felt totally exhausted. Suddenly his
lips were touching her. Kissing her soft, velvety flesh
around her quivering tummy and then lower until his
tongue lashed out. Suddenly Susan realized the night
wasn't over.
***
Sarge reassured Susan every chance he got that her
sister was very safe and sound. "You need not worry. Nia
will take good care of Marie," he explained. "Nia can be
trusted and she fully understands that nothing should
happen to your sister. I will take you to visit whenever
you wish."
He knew Susan came to Africa to specifically ensure her
baby sister was well looked after. Marie Kelly would
have the baby and then she would release a news
bulletin, saying she had adopted a foreign baby. "Not to
worry. I will drive you to the village... every few days
to visit. You can see that she is very comfortable... no
harm will come to your sister."
Susan felt somewhat guilty for putting her own pleasures
before Marie's, but Sarge's reasoning sounded too good
to refute. She was on pins and needles every day when
Sarge was at work, but that was quickly replaced by
pricks and penises when he returned. Susan wondered how
she would ever explain things to her family. There was
no doubt in her mind that soon she would be in the same
quandary as Marie. What amazed Susan most was the fact
she felt the immense guilt yet she still craved
intercourse with the African man.
Time seemed to stand still for Susan, but yet, the days
flew by in a hurry. One quiet afternoon when she was all
by herself, Susan contemplated the events that had
transpired since her arrival in the African city. Sarge
wasn't due home for at least another hour and she tried
to remember the past two months.
Susan remembered how it all started. Her sister prepared
and warned her about Sarge, but all of Marie's warnings
fell on deaf ears. Sarge had deviously gained complete
control over Susan and she couldn't remember feeling so
emotional towards any man. Then she thought of that
first night alone with Sarge. A violent shiver shot
through her entire body when she visualized coming into
the master bedroom that first Monday night.
Images of Sarge sitting in the hot tub flashed through
her head and then she remembered the most shocking event
in her 30 plus years. Sarge stood up, boldly displaying
his heralded manhood and she felt like a woman again.
Susan could still remember how her legs vibrated and
threatened to collapse right in front of the naked man.
Slowly and precisely Susan imagined what happened after
that. She never resisted or made one move to stop the
man. Sarge stripped her bikini and left her nude and
shivering. Then he shuffled her towards the bed and
again she made no move to stop the man. She pictured him
throwing her onto the bed and then crouching between her
widespread legs. Even now her breathing grew uneven when
she imagined Sarge's enlarged penis rubbing against her
crotch.
Susan was happy and sad at the same time. The most
overbearing thing was Sarge's astute control, as he
threatened to ravage her, but she still didn't move.
Suddenly she vaguely remembered pleading with Sarge not
to do it because she was vulnerable, but he merely
laughed at her silly innocence. Susan could still see
how he put the flared head of his black cock at her
opening and how he slowly and deliberately shoved it all
the way inside her being. She was no longer a white,
upstanding catholic from America, but a woman who wanted
something so badly she sacrificed her spirit.
The memory was vivid and very real. She felt his cock
slide deeper, deeper until it hit her delicate cervix.
Suddenly she knew the sacrifice was worth it. 'Yes,' she
deemed. 'He fucked me that first night... and now I am a
slave to his manly power.'
All of a sudden there was a familiar twinge deep inside
her tummy. There was no need to fret or worry anymore.
She was pregnant; that she was certain. The knowledge
sent shivers of extreme doubt through her mind, but
Sarge quickly reassured her that everything was all
right.
Susan glanced at her watch and noticed she still had
time to dream. Suddenly she imagined the first visit to
the village and it became more vivid by the second.
Sarge took her there in his limo and her sister knew
something was amiss, as soon as Susan got out of the
car. She remembered Marie staring into her glassy eyes
and obviously noticing her total fulfillment. That was
when Susan realized her sister could know the truth
before anything was said.
The ensuing conversation was one that Susan would
remember word for word. Her eyes had filled with tears
on that fateful day because of the intense guilt
feelings.
"Susan! You did it... didn't you? You had sex with him?"
Susan stood in front of her sister unable to say
anything.
"Well... well?" Marie insisted her sister tell her the
truth.
It took forever for Susan to break her silence. "Oh
gawd, I'm so sorry. It happened... just happened."
The shame had grown when she tried explaining things to
her sister. "We were in his house... it just happened."
"But I warned you. I warned you Susan... that he was
unscrupulous... evil," Marie told her that afternoon.
Then like a miracle between two loving sisters, they
fell into each other's arms and hugged for the longest
time.
Susan felt much better today than she did back then.
Marie fully accepted what had happened after she
explained everything. Even now she trembled with her
revelations to her sister. "He's a good man. You don't
know him... Sarge is really good to me," Susan told
Marie that day. "He treats me with respect... dignity.
He is the kindest man I have ever known."
Everything had been put out in the open, but Marie still
had some unanswered questions. "What are you going to
tell... your girls... your husband?"
"Gawd, my girls are away at college and hardly ever make
it home; every other weekend if they're lucky. You don't
know what's it like when kids leave the nest... they
don't need Mom anymore. And Andy... well... he's been
screwing his secretary for two years. I didn't say
anything... I was too ashamed. You know that blonde
bimbo... with the fake tits and big ass."
Telling her sister the truth had been the biggest
relief. The rest of that first visit had been
pleasurable and so was each succeeding visit. Sarge
faithfully took Susan to visit Marie and she looked
forward to each visit. Suddenly Susan was full of
extreme excitement because soon she would have startling
news to tell Marie.
All of a sudden someone at the door interrupted her
daydreams. Sarge entered and her dreams were forgotten.
He slowly walked across the room staring intently at her
beautiful smile, which seemed to be on her face whenever
he was around. He walked right up to Susan and took both
of her dainty hands in his, holding her at arms length
before swooping in for a kiss.
Susan didn't hesitate or hold back. She let Sarge take
her by the hand and lead her up the long set of stairs.
It was almost like teenage lovers who couldn't get
enough of each other, as they entered the dimly lit
bedroom. A scenic movie of what happened would have
depicted a fully clothed couple entering. Within seconds
there was a naked black man and white woman locked in
erotic bliss and it was very apparent that the man was
fully aroused.
THE END
Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I
appreciate feedback from readers. This chapter is
devoted to one of my faithful readers who wanted me
include a celebrity in the story. Of course the woman
would not be anyone we know... just an actress that a
reader can put anyone's name on. This will be the last
chapter for now, as I must move onto writing a new story
for another special reader.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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