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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Bad African Experience by Savvas (savvas0009@hotmail. com) edited by flying fingers *** June and Ray accept a two year contract in Nigeria with great anticipation and excitement, but end up regretting their decision. (MF, nc, blkmail, intr) *** June and Ray had been married for a year. Ray couldn't believe his good fortune to have found a woman as gorgeous as June. He didn't consider himself very appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence when he was around them. He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood 5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a result, he all but worshipped June and tried his best to give her everything she asked for. Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old Irish bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when aroused. Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against the thin material of her top. The only problem with going to Nigeria, where Ray had accepted a two year contract, was that June just didn't care for black men, even though her encounters with them had been quite limited. In her brief experience, she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken. Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way they spoke to her, almost to the point of being overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them in other ways she couldn't explain. Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria when Ray's company asked for volunteers. It had been explained that Ray's wages would be tripled (in American money), that they would have servants and a live on a large property secured by a tall fence and heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a month. It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and Ray told her excitedly that it was a change to have the honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In truth, June would have preferred almost any other destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings to herself. In Nigeria ----- In the beginning, everything went well. As promised, they lived on a lovely property and had three domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds were large and full of greenery which June enjoyed looking after. To their surprise and delight, the property even had a small swimming pool. To help pass the time, June decided that she would attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the other white workers, most of whom she found boring and not her sort. Since their arrival, June had received many invitations to join various women's groups, go to morning coffees and other such, but she had declined most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around many of the other wives. After a few months, June had found it almost impossible to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she would be followed closely by a small group of black men who would stare at her and make comments amongst themselves, speaking in a language June couldn't understand. The situation so unnerved her that she finally began sending her domestic to do the food shopping. As time went on she did establish a friendship with the gardener, a young man named George whose English was surprisingly good. He seemed to June to be a proper person and was always polite to her and Ray. He often suggested that she go with him to the weekly market where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard. For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her there was nothing to fear and she went with him. That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat. She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and therefore she always covered herself as much as possible when outside. In truth, she knew there was another reason. Though she was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this place at least, modesty and caution should be her main considerations when dressing for any 'public' appearance. After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck, they arrived at the market and June was pleased to notice several security guards. Most of the people there were black and men. George told her he would stay near the truck and June went off looking, stopping at the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless variety of plants available. She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom. When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away, but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning, repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok." At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from another direction. She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily. Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast. She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her crotch through the material of her slacks. She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She was beginning to think there was no way she could stop this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in front could easily fondle her bared breasts. The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits expertly and despite herself she was feeling more aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several security guards led by George moving towards her in a hurry. She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and were still stiff enough to protrude through her top. She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and realized to her utter dismay that she had actually leaked a bit of juice from her pussy. When they got back to the truck George lifted her in and even he took advantage of the situation, momentarily resting his large right hand full on her still aching breast. She thought to protest, but quickly realized George was her only passage to safety and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was just glad to get in the truck and be driven home. Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she was washing herself under the warm water, she looked down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her pussy. Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she could only relieve by sliding a finger between her slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud. Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very little friction before those lovely, exhilarating feelings were flowing through her body. Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she desperately wished Ray was there as she pushed first one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed on the shower floor. When Ray came home that night she told him what had happened. He was very upset and said he would contact security, report the event and arrange to have a guard with her at all times when she went into the village. She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of what had happened to her, leaving nothing out. Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got home and how those feelings of intense horniness had led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached between her legs and massaged he clitoris. He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and Ray knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me Ray, please hurry, I need it... now!" He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they both fell asleep. *** June didn't go too far in the next few weeks and although Ray did continue to chase up security, nothing out of the ordinary happened. One morning, with about nine months left on Ray's tour, Jane heard a buzz from the front gate. When she answered, she found it was a security man from the village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little man who introduced himself as Magarshi, the head of local security. The first thing she noticed about the poor little man was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was getting so used to this treatment that it hardly bothered her anymore; indeed, she had almost come to expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra. When he asked her to go over her assault in the village, June told him as much as she could without going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his rounded face, which June thought was rather unattractive. She finally asked him if he would like a drink of water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam." June felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his way. It had been such a long time since she had done that to any man, she thought. After making a final notation, he closed his pad and put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how long she and her husband had been there, he was most surprised to find that they had only about nine months remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why she hadn't joined any of the various white women's circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found most of the women boring. After a little more small talk he excused himself, walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he had gotten up to leave June had stolen a quick glance and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about how she must have really wound the poor little guy up. Maybe she would have something she could tell her husband about tonight...in detail. And she might have, except that Ray came home from work that day with some rather bad news. For the next six months, he explained, he was being transferred further inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where, other than that it was not a safe place for white women. June was first angry over the new, then began to argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't some way he could get out of it. And Ray, as always patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no, there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had already been made and it was beyond his power to do anything about it. Once Ray was gone, June wondered how she would ever get through all the months on her own. She tried to work on her book, but found she was unable to concentrate enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by before she became so lonely and depressed that she went to see the higher ups in the company, complaining rather loudly about her plight. *** Several days afterward she received an angry phone call from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had already gotten back to him that she was making noises, he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble with his bosses. June was near tears when she hung up the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with her. After she thought it through, she started to appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were probably many things going on that he was not at liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his absence. She made one small exception to this rule when she received and accepted an invitation to a party being given by the British Consulate. She had been house bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up Ray's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly decided against it. The evening of the party she was picked up by a black stretch limo. She had gone to great lengths with her appearance and she looked stunning in her full length, strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall, adding father to her allure. She let her long red hair hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily; the combination of the red dress and copper colored hair against all the white skin she was showing made her look very sexy. After making small talk at the party for almost an hour, June was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce herself and speak to him, although she was careful to leave out any references to her husband's situation. Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a hushed silence, as someone came in. June saw a rush of people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him at once. June recognized the short man but knew nothing about him. When she asked the woman standing next to her who had arrived, she stared at June for a moment, as if not understanding her question. Her eye's fixed on June's. "Oh, that is Magarshi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head of security for this area, and a very powerful man. Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be likewise." June sensed genuine fear in the woman's reply and it unnerved her. Despite the warning, June still had difficulty accepting that this ugly little man really had so much power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her mind thought back to the visit the small security man had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had worn something less enticing. It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring, she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the question. He explained that he would send his driver for her at 11 AM. After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too short, stopping about six inches about the knees. Upon arriving at Magarshi's house, June was amazed at how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at least in this part of the world. As the car made its way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June counted at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the grounds. Her anxiety began to increase. Upon her entrance, Magarshi greeted her politely, led her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they finished their tea, he looked directly at her. "Look June, I'll come straight to the point," he began. "I am, as I think you understand by now, a very powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I say it, taken care of." June looked away from him and nodded her head. He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against his black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a year now I was wondering if you've learned anything about our African way of life?" June stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup for a moment. "I-I don't think so. What do you mean by that?" she asked weakly. "I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other white women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?" June looked up at Magarshi. "Yes, I've heard that, ah, a few of the white wives have black men as their lovers," she said, trying not to betray the apprehension she was beginning to feel. Magarshi's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent of white females age 12 years and above have had at least one if not several black lovers." June tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she said. His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward, focusing his gaze directly on her. "June, do you love your husband?" he asked bluntly. June stiffened slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this was heading, she didn't like it. She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course. Why would you doubt it," she said evenly. "He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you." He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have to ask, what would you do to save his life, June?" When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry. "What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK, isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?" "Yes," Magarshi replied calmly, "of course he is, at least for now. But, how can I say it, things could always change." "Let me put this directly, June," he said, his tone becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you agree, Ray will be safe and you'll have nothing to worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we say, very difficult for Ray. We might even find out that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make myself clear?" His tone and demeanor left no room for argument. June felt like she going into shock as Magarshi's message began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite little man; now he was threatening her husband's life! Presuming her response, Magarshi pulled a business card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed it to her. "That's a private number where you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've said." That night a tearful, near hysterical June spoke to her husband, explaining everything that had happened. He said he knew because he had already been told. After assuring her that she was in no way at fault, Ray told her he loved her more than anything in the world, but he was also sure Magarshi would make good on his threat to have him murdered. All his earlier anger had been drained away and he sounded subdued and defeated when he finally told her that accepting the little man's offer was their only option. She had never heard her husband sound so dejected and she cried bitterly after hanging up the phone. She called the next morning and told Magarshi that she had agreed to his proposition. She begged him to not to do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless. He told her she would be picked up that evening and to make sure she closed up her house as she would be staying with him for awhile. She put the phone down and burst into tears once again. She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and callus man. And he was so physically repulsive. My god, she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this? After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like room. After standing there for what seemed like forever but was only several minutes, she became aware of her strange reactions. She had been waiting for this since her call to him yesterday, dreading it, yet she was acutely aware of her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She tried to dismiss this as Magarshi walked into the room wearing a purple dressing gown. He greeted her differently this time, bending his head and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he would not hurt her; in fact, he assured her, she would enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked him not to do this, but he paid her no attention. "June, if you will please come with me," he said and they walked through several rooms, finally entering one that had a Jacuzzi. He told her he would be back shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the Jacuzzi. June did so and found the warm, bubbly water indeed made her feel relaxed. At that point a domestic entered the pool room and handed her a crystal goblet. It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity taste. Magarshi encouraged her to drink it and she quickly took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her anxiety. The warm, swirling water and delicious drink began to have the desired effect and June felt deeply relaxed. About 15 minutes later, Magarshi returned with a dressing gown similar to his own and told her to put it on and follow him. From there they moved down a long corridor and entered a large room. Magarshi sat on the large, low bed and told her to remove her gown and turn herself around. He spent several minutes quietly appraising her body, murmuring to himself as he admiring her supple curves and flawless white skin, knowing they were his to do with as he pleased. Under normal circumstances, June would have felt sick and revolted by this act, but instead she was feeling an increased warmth and relaxation, a sweet lethargy, as if everything around her was slowing down and she was focused on the moment. For just a moment, she wondered if something had been put into her drink. He began by stroking her arms and gently brushing his large fingers through her long, red hair. He kissed her neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing her to shudder involuntarily. She was already sexually charged from knowing what was going to happen - and perhaps by her inability to prevent it. She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so that the tip of her clitoris was exposed, longing for the first delicious contact. She was vaguely aware that she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under these conditions, but she seemed to have no control over her body's responses. He began kissing her, gently at first, then forcing his tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. He found it and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their slow, steady caress of her body. Her need had been building steadily, and finally reached a point that she began removing removed his dressing gown. She tried to avoid looking at his fat stomach or anything further below as she undressed him. Her mind was whirling; she had wondered all night about this very moment, how it would come about and what she would find. Ray was of moderate size at best, and she knew there were men with larger cocks, though her experience had been rather limited. Finally she moved her hand below his belly and grasped his member. It was incredibly warm to her touch, hard and swollen and so very thick. Instinctively she moved her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not seen that many cocks, and certainly never a black one, or one of this size. Magarshi must have sensed it. "Is this your first black cock, June?" he asked gently. He voice seemed even deeper than usual. She tilted her head upward. "Yes... yes it is," she said haltingly. Even as she spoke she kept running her slim fingers up and down the length of his shaft, her hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion. It was certainly longer than Ray's, she thought, and it felt nearly twice as thick. Her body seemed on autopilot as she slid off the bed onto the floor. Magarshi moved to the edge of the bed in front of her and spread his short legs into a V shape. June continued to stroke and fondled his large organ, which was now level with her face. She gently forced the thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the bulbous, pinkish purple head. This was another first for her as Ray was circumcised, and she found she enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she exposed the mushroomed shaped glans. Her rapidly increasing sexual tension had banished any guilt feeling to the back of her consciousness. She seemed in a trace-like state as she brought her head forward, kissing and licking his throbbing cock head. After several minutes of this slow, sweet torment her urge to suck on his big cock was overwhelming. She opened her mouth and attempted to engulf the swollen tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries she finally managed to fit the head and upper shaft into her mouth. Still, it was a tight fit and her small mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a tight seal around his organ. As she moved her head slowly up and down she made wet, noisy slobbering sounds as trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. Magarshi was in his element, near rapture almost; there was nothing he loved more than watching a frightening, defeated white woman like June, a virgin to black cock, kneeling subserviently before him, choking and gagging as she tried to suck his enormous erection into her sweet little mouth. He leaned forward a bit, reached down and began rubbing June's breasts, pulling and squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender nipples were so inflamed that they stood out like beacons. He pulled her body up a bit then and spread her legs until he could reach one of his big hands between them. His thick forefinger quickly found her distended clit, rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out for him to stop. But her mouth was filled to capacity, filled with his huge cock, and he just kept rubbing her bud, up, down and sideways, until her pussy was soaking wet and hyper sensitive to any touch. Even in her somewhat altered state, June was surprised how forceful he was compared to Ray, who was almost always tender and loving. Magarshi pushed and pulled her this way and that at his whim; he was always in charge, doing exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. A distant part of her consciousness still couldn't believe she was allowing him to explore her so shamelessly, but the rest of her seemed to be on sexual auto-pilot and her arousal kept building. Giving in to her feelings, she began to enjoy this roughness and loss of control, reveling in the feeling of being forcefully used. She was almost limp when he pulled her onto the bed and rolled her onto her back. As he pushed he thighs apart she tried to resist, but it was a token response, a foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base and placed its bloated head against her vaginal opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh apart. She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her clit, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced into it. She screamed in pleasure-pain as she felt her womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself ever deeper into her. Her long legs were wrapped around him and she was sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him. She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places she had never known existed, creating an intense sensation of pleasurable fullness. By the time his cock finally bottomed out, June was overwhelmed, gasping and squealing, clawing at his back, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she couldn't bear it. She knew, on some far away level, that she was behaving like a total slut, but that didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips forward so fast she almost lifted him off the bed. When her orgasm hit the feeling was like nothing she had had ever experienced. From its epicenter deep inside her it quickly blossomed out in such intensely pleasurable waves that she feared she might be having a seizure. She gave herself over to her climax completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some primitive place inside her. Magarshi was pleased with himself as he looked down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of her spent pussy, which now gaped open. He pulled her upward against some pillows and straddled her upper body, putting his slime covered cock into her open mouth. He leaned forward, driving himself into her so deeply that he hit the back of her throat. June, sill only semi-consciences from her orgasm, began to gag and choke pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream of spittle and bile escaped her lips and ran down her quivering chin. At the last moment he eased himself out of her mouth and she was able to get her breath. She wanked his cock for awhile, he small hand moving easily up and down its slippery length. Magarshi grunted, told her he was going to come and ordered her to put his cock back into her mouth and start sucking him again. Out of habit, June started to resist, but quickly thought better of it. This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied with his order than she heard him howl and felt his cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, eyes wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile tasting black seed. So great was the quantity of cum that suddenly filled her mouth that June couldn't swallow it all and began to choke and cough violently. "Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed. She had never heard his voice so low or demanding and it scared her so badly she began swallowing faster, licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped it out. She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to fight back the impulse until finally his monster ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed her face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers into her mouth until it popped open wide. "Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," he cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl, you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply and the sound of his voice made her shiver. Despite everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of herself, pleased that she had been able to service him exactly as he had instructed. Even being called his bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly... she understood. June smiled. With Ray, she knew, that would have been that, and they would have gone to sleep. But Magarshi began to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a bit more gently this time. When she looked, June noticed he was erect again, his cock as large and stiff as if he had never come. June felt hyper aroused and began to mewl and squirm at the same time she reached for his cock and began to stroke it. Grabbing the young white woman, Magarshi, flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She responded immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and canting her pelvis, exposing her moist, open slit. He knee walked forward until he was close enough to slide the huge purple head of his penis up and down in the furrow of her soaking labia. At this light contact, she makes a noise between a pant and a groan. He grabbed a fistful of her beautiful red hair, now matted with sweat, and jerked her head back. "What do you want, bitch?" he asked gruffly. "Please, oh, please...." she whimpered, hoping he will stop her humiliation, but knowing otherwise. He tightened his grip, pulling her head back more sharply. He found her clit with his thumb and began a gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. "It's easy, bitch. Just tell me what you want, what you need, what all bitches need." She was beaten and knew it. "Goddamn you, fuck me...just put your cock in me and fuck me," she panted in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true desperation. Unable to take anymore himself, Magarshi slipped the head of his swollen cock inside her cunt and began to push. June grunted loudly as once again she felt the heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her, spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again opened her tight channel. For just a moment she felt the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although it was quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft into her more quickly. June was coming completely unraveled, shaking her head from side to side and beating her fists against the mattress, all the while delivering an unbroken babble of screams, groans and curses. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but it felt even better this time. He seemed to have wedged his cock in even deeper, or maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots inside her. Suddenly, there was a new sensation as Magarshi pushed one of his thick fingers deep into her anus. Earlier, she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in pleasure as she felt both his cock and his finger working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane of skin. This seemed to take her to another level of arousal, sending another charge through her already overheated body. She was dripping sweat and panting crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling him in a ragged, gasping voice that she was so close and please to fuck her faster. After several more minutes of hard pounding, Magarshi knew she was close, for he could feel the twitching, tightening contractions of her internal muscles around his finger. When June finally went over the edge she lost all control; her pale, sultry body began to shake and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high pitched screams and squeals that echoed off the barren walls of the room. Even as she continued to orgasm, Margashi drove his cock in deep, finally hitting some internal part of her, then held himself still as he erupted with an orgasm almost as violent as hers. His heavy balls contracted and he began to shoot hot, sending thick streams of potent black seed deep into June's fertile womb. Moments later, they both collapsed on the bed, utterly spent. After awakening from a brief sleep, June snuggled against Magarshi. Her inner thighs were trembling and a stream of semen trickled from her vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet. She looked at him lovingly and said she'd never been fucked like that. He smiled and cuddled her close, feeling her wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body. "You white women need to have a black lover to teach you what real sex is like," he laughed. "And now, you are my lover." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47