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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joseph Recruits by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net) *** An influential Major in Zimbabwe's Central Intelligence Organisation abuses his position to recruit a pretty white 17-year-old to his escort service. (M/F-teen, 1st, intr) *** Joseph's cock lurched in his pants. "Just look at that," he exclaimed. Pieta Mboku, his assistant looked across, and his cock also lurched in his trousers. Their eyes were both focused on a tightly clad, jean covered, curvy derriere swinging from side to side. Full, shapely thighs were just as tightly clad and just as easily observed as a young white woman strolled along the roadside. They ogled the soft white beauty strolling so carelessly down the street. Blond wavy curls settled around her shoulders, occasional blown by the hot African breeze. It was a rare sight to see white women walking alone in Harare, but this one was firmly holding the leash of a straining, lunging dog. A large dog eager to experience the new smells to be found outside the walls of the villa that comprised the only home it had known. Presumably this was the reason for her walk, giving her pet some exercise. She might even be heading for the local shops, which were close by. She looked a bit young to be on the streets alone. Was she the wife of a newly arrived white professional? His country was always recruiting white engineers and accountants. Joseph resented it. She looked young to be married. White women seemed to marry when they were so much older than African women. He could not understand that either. Did the white race have such a lack of understanding of sexuality that they thought late marriages were natural? "Stop the car at the junction!" Pieta pulled the car over and tried to get the girl back into his vision. "Don't be so obvious Pieta! You need to practice discreet observation!" "Yes, major!" Pieta cursed, but below his breathe. He was too scared of his boss to do otherwise. His boss had a clear view through the car's wing mirror. It was easy for him to see the young curvy beauty, but Pieta had no chance! Joseph eyed the approaching teenager as she swayed along, occasionally jigging in response to the dog's lurches. He guessed her age at 17, but his attention was now on the full orbs standing proud from her chest. She was wearing a light, tight top that emphasised her figure. Every time the dog lurched those orbs bounced and jigged. If she had been black, and it had been at night, he would assumed she was a prostitute. African women did not display themselves like that, not at night, and not during the day. White women dressed so casually, and without regard for the heat. They seemed to learn nothing from sensible proud African women, who would not dream of wearing such sparse clothing. They tempted men, and yet were affronted when propositioned. As she passed the car, casting them only a cursory glance, he observed slim, smooth white arms and shoulders, and his cock hardened further. Joseph was a Major in the Central Intelligence Organization. A powerful position that led most Africans to fear him. If Joseph wanted someone to disappear, they disappeared, and not just if they were black. As the girl past the bonnet of his car he switched his gaze back to that delightfully round bottom. A full well rounded bottom that advertised the delights that her bottom offered a man. Below firm, shapely thighs equally tightly clad displayed legs most African men could only dream of getting between. She would survive long with such attributes, serving men's lusts. A young woman with firm legs and hips like that would last a long time in one of his brothels! On the one hand he desired and wanted such a young woman to satisfy his own lusts, he knew many men who would pay good money to enjoy her charms. She was white and a beauty and therefore worth far more than the factory workers using his brothels could afford to pay. Law enforcement was not, and never had been his primary concern. The exercise of power and control had always been very satisfying to Joseph. Exercising such power over white women had been an unexpected side benefit of his career, and not just for his sexual satisfaction. He had used his power to learn about and exploit white women and now successfully ran a profitable escort service. A business that provided rich African men with whatever they wanted, and there were plenty of rich Africans who wanted young and white bodies to have their fun with. That tightly clad curvy derriere could be the source of new riches. *** Vicky tried to keep the stupid dog under control. It was really much stronger than she had realised. She was bored, confused, and emotionally taut. When her father had told her they were going to Africa she had been delighted. Images of wild animals, spectacular mountains, Zulu warriors had filled her thoughts. Since they had arrived a month ago, she had felt imprisoned. Locked inside their villa 24 hours a day. Her father actually locked the gates after he went to work, locking them inside! It was intolerable! He said it was for their safety, but Vicky had not seen any danger. Just high walls and locked gates! The garden was big enough. Four acres of acres of lush greenery, with swimming pool and tennis courts, but no boys! In a month she had no idea who lived on the other side of those walls. She was 17 years old and she needed a boyfriend. She needed one! Her father did not understand. She had started waking up in the morning with a wet pussy! In the last 4 weeks she had not seen one white boy her age! She had seen a few white men her father's age, and their had been other young white women her age around, though she had not made friends with one yet. Four weeks without even seeing a white boy her age! How could she spend two years in this country without the attention she had been starting to get back home! She was still a virgin. She did not want to stay one until she was an old woman in her twenties! So when Daddy employed a new gardener to look after the garden, and had given him the spare set of keys! She had inveigled him into letting her take Rover for a walk to the shops. He had not been happy to let her out of the villa, without direction from her father. But she had seen the way he had sneaked looks at her. She did not like the way he stared her. He was an old man. Christ he was in his sixties! But look he did, and so Vicky had put on her tightest top, smiled sweetly, and demanded that he open the gate for her. He had blustered and dithered, but she had pushed her chest forward leaving him swallowing hard, and fumbling for the keys. *** So she had finally stepped out the gates. Her first steps of freedom! No father chivvying and shepherding her about. She looked about. The first thing she noticed was that there were no white people in the street. The villas were spaced evenly along the street, set back from the road with patched of grass. At odd intervals flowering shrubs, and bushes dotted the roadside. There were no trees near the villa walls. The thought came to her that this must be deliberate to stop people using the trees to climb over the walls. She became aware that nearly every black person in the street had stopped what they were doing, and were looking at her. Not black person, she corrected herself. They were Africans, she must remember to think like that. She set off down the street in the direction of the shops. She had only visited them once and her father had not wanted to take her their again, but their must be something interesting there. The dog leaped and lunged forward nearly pulling her off her feet. Her full breasts bounced and jigged and everyone seemed to be looking at them! She blushed and yelled at the dog, pulling it back towards her. Then ignoring the stares she set off again. At the next villa entrance she passed 3 African men sitting drinking tea. Their tin cups forgotten as they ogled at her. She ignored them and strode past, suddenly conscious of their eyes on her bottom. She flushed again. They were all old enough to be her father! Two gates later there was another group of African men sitting and chatting. These were younger and drinking beer. They made no attempt to hide their interest in her. Swigging their cold beers they spoke to each other in some strange African dialect, laughing and grinning. She would have liked to know what they had just said, then decided it might be better if she didn't know. Nevertheless she slowed her pace as she passed them. Her breath caught in her throat, and her chest seemed to tighten. They may be black but they were men and maybe they wanted to do things to her! Wicked naughty things! If only she could find a man who would do something! She walked on quickly confused at the sudden race of emotions, and a flush of guilt at her thoughts. She was acutely conscious of the confusing changes in her body that the looks of these men had set off. God, her nipples had gone hard ! As she walked she found it easier to swing her hips. Her pussy had dampened and the crotch of her panties was riding up uncomfortably. She wriggled her hips. A car had pulled up at the junction, and she ignored the African men inside. Turning the corner she saw the shops and almost changed her mind. They seemed to be swarming with people. Hordes of black people! She could not see a white face among them. Then she gathered herself and walked on. The alternative was to go home and hide behind those large walls. There must be something of interest to see. She just had to be confident. She pulled on the dog's leash; the protection the large dog would offer was comforting. *** Ten minutes later Vicky was in shop selling ornamental wooden carvings. The shop had filled up quite quickly after she entered it, though she was so engrossed in the intricate carvings that she did not notice. As she stood admiring a particularly ornate carving a warm hand stroked over her bottom. She jumped in surprise, and pulled away from the hand. Even as she pulled away her heart started racing and her pulse quickened. The hand had been warm, and the feeling left behind a pleasant sensation. Her pussy tightened and throbbed in a strange nice way. She looked behind to see grinning Africans. Who had touched her? They just grinned brazenly at her. She stepped away, but it was not easy, as the shop had become so crowded. She squeezed past an African man away from the mystery groper. Where had they all come from? Another hand came to rest on her slim waist. She twisted away, even as her heart pounded. The warmth of the strange hand on her waist seemed strangely comforting. Nevertheless she pulled away to find her way blocked by another tall African. He stepped towards and she backed away. But there was another African close behind her. She froze, slightly alarmed. She looked at the African in front of her and he grinned. It was not a comforting grin. Vicky's breath caught. Her stomach roiled in sudden fear. A delicious fear that set her heart racing. This man wanted to do something to her! Her dad had been right she should not have come to these shops on her own. She pulled on the lead, but the dog just cowered down. Even the dog had the sense to realise a situation had arisen. It was afraid of the African men pressing around his new mistress. The African in front of her raised his hand and cupped her cheek. His hand caressed the soft skin. "So soft, so beautiful..." She tried to pull way but his hand followed. Another warm hand arrived and softly caressed her bottom from behind. The African she had been squeezing past, slipped his arm around her slim waist and sought to pull her towards him. This left a space to her right that was quickly filled by another African. They all seemed to be crowding around her! She tried to get away, and looked for the shopkeeper. Surely he would help. She raised herself on her toes to look over the shoulder of the African in front to try and attract the shopkeeper's attention. She saw him near the door and her eyes widened as she watched him flick the sign over to indicate the shop was closed, before turning back grinning. Just at that moment a warm hand slipped between her legs and for the first time in her life a man's hand stroked across her pussy. She had never let one of her boyfriend's in England do that. She closed her eyes as hot sensations shot from her loins. *** The Africans crowding around saw her reaction and grinned. Eight African cocks sprang to attention as they realised this white sensationally pretty white girl was not going to start screaming! Vicky opened her eyes, and twisted trying to push the hand away. She looked at the African in front of her, but he just grinned and reached for her. She drew away from and felt the warm body of an African man press against her back. She shivered as the African in front of her reached out with his hand and stroked her face again. He seemed mesmerized by her soft white skin and ran his hand over her soft cheek again. A look of wonder on his face as heenjoyed the soft, white, pretty face in the palm of his hand. Another African reached up and ran his hand through her long blond hair. Vicky's heart raced. She breathed in the pungent smell of the crowding African men, and the strong masculine smell was overpowering. Black hands were stroking her bare arms. It was as though every African present wanted to touch some part of her. Then she jumped in surprise and shock as the African man behind her reached around and grasped and fondled her breasts. She had allowed any boy who was brave enough to touch and play with them. The hands of the African were different. Strong, bold, black hands that squeezed and fondled in a manner that left her legs weak. The fumbling boys back home had not triggered the hot sensations these hands generated. Without realising it she relaxed into the arms of the African behind her, and gasped as something hot and hard rubbed against her bottom! Another African reached in through the press and ran up her jean clad leg seeking out a chance to squeeze her pussy. She made no attempt this time to push it away. The babble of the excited African men was rising. Vicky's heart was pounding. These men were going to do things to her! Her virgin pussy throbbed and the sensations in her loins were hot and unbelievably exquisite. *** Joseph pounded on the shop door. As soon as he saw the shopkeeper flick the sign over to closed, he had known the white girl inside was in trouble! There were a sizable number of African men in that shop and the shopkeeper would be selling a different product than wood carvings if Joseph did not act quickly! He was not prepared to have such a lovely girl become soiled goods at the hands of these peasants! It would cost him money! Never mind his own enjoyment. "Pieta! Get around the back!" "We won't have time! Those horny bastards are already stripping her!" Joseph looked up to see one of the Africans toss aside the ornate, narrow belt he had seen decorating the girl's slim waist. The shopkeeper inside was still trying to shoo him away. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the shop's lock. The look of shock and panic on the shopkeeper's face would have been comical, if Joseph had just heard the distinct sound of tearing cloth from inside the shop and a roar from the African's inside! He had little time to waste. Pieta slammed his CIO warrant pass against the glass, and the shopkeeper's legs seemed to give way as he looked with horror at the dreaded symbol of the Zimbabwe secret police! He fumbled quickly opening the locked door, and was relieved to be just violently pushed aside as the two men rushed inside. He collapsed on the floor and stayed there as shots rang out! Joseph knew these rampant, aroused African males with a young white girl in their grasp were not going to surrender her just by asking. One shot had not been enough! The second and last one that would be aimed at the ceiling was fired from thrust in among the African heads around the girl. It was enough as startled, panicked and confused Africans dived for cover. Leaving Vicky struggling in the arms of the African, now seeking to use her as a shield. Her jeans had been pushed partly down her hips, her top was torn and a pert jutting breast with a hardened pink tip had burst out. Joseph paused to drink in the lovely sight. Then he raised the gun and pointed it at the head of the African behind her. That African promptly shrieked and fell to his feet, curling into a ball, babbling incoherently. *** The white girl looked confused, stunned, her flushed pretty face shone. Belatedly she reached up a hand to cover her exposed breast. Suddenly conscious that her jeans were halfway down her hips. He realised this girl had not been afraid or terrified by what the Africans had been preparing to do. She had been excited, and aroused. Perfect, he thought, just perfect. She would be a fantastic whore! Africa was short of enthusiastic and pretty white whores. He almost rubbed his hand at the thought of the money he would make! He reached forward and took her hand pulling her forcefully towards him. Startled she allowed herself to be pulled forward by this handsome African with a gun! She stumbled against him, and he steadied her with an arm around her waist. "Come on sweetpea, I have saved you!" Vicky caught herself starting to pout. She hadn't wanted to be saved. Those men had been going to do things to her..... She just knew she had been about to be fucked for the first time, and this man had stopped them! She started to complain, when the hand around her waist dropped to cup her bottom and pull her close. He has pulled her very close, and she felt a hot hardness press against her stomach. The African behind her had been enthusiastically rubbing his hardness against her soft bottom. Now she felt her rescuer's hard cock was pushing against her soft stomach! She felt her pulse race, as she looked up at the African who had scared the others way. His eyes were on her partly exposed breast, and she could see he liked what he was looking at. Her heart started racing again, and she stopped resisting as the hand on her bottom urged her closer to the hot hardness pressing into her. She could feel it throbbing! This man had 'saved her' because he wanted what the other Africans had been going to take. She was still going to be fucked! She was sure of it! She saw his gaze on her face and flushed looking away. *** Joseph's arm passed possessively around her slim waist as he led her out of the shop. The former horny African men were now driven by fear to keep out of his way. Pieta strolled arrogantly and confidently past them, noting that none dared meet his gaze. Vicky was acutely conscious of the strong, warm arm around the waist. Africans gathering out side the shop were staring at her. She had forgotten her exposed breast, but her thoughts were on the strong man at her side, and the possessive way he held her close. The warmth of his body, she looked up at him. He was glaring at the crowd who quickly parted for him as he made his way to his car. She was impressed at the way they cleared for him. When she walked these shops with her father she had been regularly groped and fondled, even in her father's presence. These same Africans now watched and kept clear of the man holding her. His colleague following behind suddenly rushed forward and open one of the rear doors of the car. She noted the distinctive sign, and recognised it as a Mercedes. An expensive car and it was much more impressive that the usual cars driven by accident. She slipped into the back seat and the African followed her in while the other closed the door, before rushing around to the driver's door. "Well sweetpea, that was close! What is your name?" "Vicky....Vicky Jones." She smiled tentatively up at the African. "My name is Joseph, and I work for government security." Vicky's eyes widened, then as he held up a badge she looked at it. Central Intelligence Organisation... her eyes focussed on those words. Even though she had only been in the country she had heard on the CIO. The government's 'Terror Squad' was renowned for its brutality and ruthlessness. Dismissed by the white population she had met, Vicky had noticed that dismissal was edged with nervousness. She looked closer and realised that 'Joseph' was a Major in that force. That explained the expensive car. She couldn't help but be impressed. *** Joseph's interest was in the firm pink mound jutting through the torn cloth. It was full, and looked firm. The pink tip was already hardened, but not fully aroused. He grinned and reached forward. Vicky gasped as a black hand firmly cupped her exposed breast and lightly squeezed. The hand was hot and strong, the light caress and squeezing soon became firmer and she squirmed at the acute hot flush that flooded her loins. She fell back in the car, but an arm around her shoulders pulled her close and the hand on her breast became the focal point of her life. Boys had sought a quick grope before, quick daring grabs, but Joseph's adept and confident fondling of her was the first time she had felt a warm strong hand caress the bare skin of her breast. His palm seemed slid backwards and forwards across her nipple and hot darts of pleasure seemed to quiver through her body. Oh Wow! "Oh!" she gasped. "Like that sweetpea?" She looked up at the confident grinning African, and he smiled at her and his hand worked magic on her breast! Joseph looked down into startled and wide blue eyes. She looked so confused, but was obviously excited. Those wide eyes showed no fear, and the firming nipple under his palm demonstrated the young woman's growing sexual arousal. Her face, now he could see it up close and without distractions, was perfect. An oval of perfection, with soft white cheeks flushed pink with excitement. He just a loved blushing, embarrassed, submissive white women, and this girl had all the behavior of a natural submissive. He squeezed the firm, full and young breast in his hand. African women rarely had breasts so full and firm for long, and the firm roundness in his hand was a marvel. Black men would pay good money just to suck on round full white breasts like these. They would love to taste the fresh pink nipple, and run their greedy tongues over it. Those sort of men would not be able to afford more, but would happily spend the rest of the month waiting and dreaming of doing it again. This young honey would probably cream in her pants as black men queued in line to pay Z$5 dollars to suck and lick her nipples. Then when he took her home afterwards she would be so hot and aroused she would be leaping on his cock for satisfaction, or any other male cock that was available. He grinned and ran a thumb across peach perfect lips. She had a high forehead and the blond curls framed her perfection. He could sense her uncertainty how to respond to the probing thumb at her mouth, and grinned at this evidence of her innocence. A more experienced woman would be sucking his thumb into her mouth, or sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, or his thumb. He cherished such innocence. She would not retain it long, but the men he sold her to would recognise and delight in their opportunity to despoil an innocent, young, white beauty like this. Not that his own throbbing cock was not signaling its own appreciation of the soft warm female held close. He squeezed the youthful, full, white orb, in his hand and watched her eyes widen further, her pretty face flush, and her perfect lips gasp and part. God she was worth a fortune! He knew men who would be willing to pay a fortune to hold such a white beauty in their hand while they guided those perfect lips over their lust hardened black cocks. Or to have that so pretty white face forced between their black buttocks until her soft tongue licked, lapped and pushed in. He bent his head and gently kissed those softly parted lips. He felt her sudden spasm as his lips pressed firmly down, and grinned wondering if she had ever been really kissed before. He could not understand Englishmen who allowed such pretty females in their family to remain unmarried. If this young woman had been African, she would have been married years ago, and have a brood of kids by now. That was how it should be! Not that he could complain. There would then be no opportunity for men like him to have their fun with them. He lifted his lips from hers, and found them following after. He grinned even innocence, could not hide the passion underneath. "How old are you Vicky?" "Seventeen!" There was a defiant note in her voice, and it would not have surprised him if she had told him her seventeenth birthday had been just two weeks earlier. Vicky kept quiet about that, not wanting him to think of her as a youngster. He looked down at the torn top and exposed, rounded pink flesh. "Your mum at home?" Vicky nodded. "Would she understand you coming home like this?" He nodded at the torn clothes, and nearly laughed at the sudden alarm in her eyes. "Perhaps we should go back to my villa, where I am sure I can find you a new top." Vicky was quick to accept. Besides she did not want to go home at the moment. She looked up at the handsome African who had, she decided, rescued her indeed. He grinned back down at her and when his lips lowered, hers rose to meet them! The kiss was passionate, and Vicky eagerly responded. She felt his arm, comforting and strong around her. His lips pressed down on hers, and his tongue snaked into her mouth. Vicky's heart leapt into her throat in shock and excitement. She was unsure how to respond, but his probing searching tongue found hers and her own tongue leapt to meet it. She stopped thinking and kissed. His tongue was hot and active, duelling and sliding against her own more slender tongue. She nearly fainted from pleasure and excitement. Kissing like this was wild! His arm around her made her feel safe, and the heat of a man's body pressing against her own was wonderful and thrilling. She give no thought that he was black. That she was white was very much on Joseph's mind. She was cute, pretty, and responsive. He could sense this was all knew to her, and he relished the idea that she might really by innocent and naive. He loved breaking in innocent white girls. His clients would pay huge sums for the pleasure such a delightful, enthusiastic innocent would provide them. At seventeen she was a lot older than many of them would prefer, but her soft beauty was a marvel they would treasure. His hands stroked and caressed her soft slim form, but Vicky's focus was on her mouth and the wonderful discovery she had made. Now she knew what real kissing was all about! *** Vicky hardly noticed as the car passed through the wrought iron gates of a high walled villa. She hardly noticed the car come to a halt. All her senses were focused on the exciting, exploring, demanding male tongue in her mouth. Male lips crushed her own soft lips, in an exciting, demanding way. Her world had entered a new dimension. This was what she had needed. To be held, kissed and caressed. To be held against a hard male body. Her body was on fire with a lust and excitement she had never felt before. When Joseph pulled away to open the car door, he had to push the eagerly kissing girl away. He laughed with amusement at her enthusiasm. Pieta opened the door for him, and Joseph stepped out. Vicky followed, and Pieta ogled lustfully the round white breast, partly exposed by the torn cloth. His cock stood to attention in his trousers, as it had during the drive to Joseph's villa. The sounds in the backseat had been clear enough, and he knew Joseph well enough to know the man would not deny him the opportunity to fuck the girl, once he had taken his own pleasure. The sight of that soft skinned, round, jutting pink tipped orb fired his own lust. Like many Africans he had a deep desire to bed as many white women as possible, and this young honey was particularly tempting. He would want to suck on that nipple, nibble on that soft white ear, and ram his black cock hard and deep inside that slim, white body. Vicky had forgotten her exposed breast. She looked at the yellow painted villa, in front of her with its ornamental red stone framed windows. The gardens were lush and vibrant with colour. She had thought the villa her father's white employer had provided was an example of sumptuous colonial splendour, even if it was slightly run down. This villa, by comparison, was sharp and bright. Recently painted, with every sign of careful and meticulous maintenance. The gardens had smartly clipped lawns. The flowers were so brilliant, and colourful, she almost felt someone had dusted the leaves. This villa oozed wealth and privilege. "Is this yours?" she asked Joseph. "This is just my town house. I have several villa's I use for business." He failed to mention he used them to host his escort and brothel businesses. "I also own a farm, though it is not as well looked after as its previous owners." He failed to mention the previous owners were buried in the fields. Tipped into a grave after his men had finished their fun. "My main home is a lodge near Bulawayo, away up in the hills. I could take you there someday if you like." He turned back to see Vicky, tuck her breast inside her torn clothing. She seemed to shiver slightly and he wondered at that on this hot afternoon. Vicky had seen the armed guards standing by the villa gates. They were big men! She hadn't seen many men that tall! They were in military uniform, and steel bayonets shone evilly in the sunlight. Those guns may have had bayonets, but they looked very modern instruments of death. The African soldiers had been watching her. Had, she realised, been staring at her exposed breast. She shivered as she tucked it away. Wondering what it would be like to be at the mercy of those big lusting brutes. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed at her illicit thoughts. Joseph had a lit a fire that was building higher. She turned towards him, and her heart leapt again as he caught her around the waist, lifted her squealing into the air, before turning her towards the villa's arched and covered entrance. He released her, slapping her round, curvy bottom. She squealed, and jumped at the hard stinging slap that sent shivers through her loins. Joseph laughed, it was a hearty, satisfied laugh, and Vicky liked it. He stepped forward and again wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her close as she strode for the entrance. The door opened and Vicky was surprised to see a white maid, hold open the door. She to look twice as she took in the very short, skirt, and tight low cut top that left curvy breasts bulging up and out. Barely constrained by the dark, black uniform. She felt a pang of acute jealousy as she saw the young woman's beauty. The white maid had eyes only for Joseph and Vicky glared daggers at her. This young white woman was serious competition! She pressed herself closer to Joseph. Then wrapped her own arm around Joseph's warm waist and squeezed. Then they were passed, and Joseph was striding deeper into the villa, across, white marble tiles. *** Vicky let herself by guided, by Joseph. Her eyes darting from ornate silver statues of animals, to a carved ivory chess set. Her eyes took in the full mane, and glazed eyes, of a lion's head hanging from the wall. Then it was all past her and her heart give a thump as they entered a room with the largest bed she had ever seen. Joseph's large black hands encircled her slim waist as he urged her towards the bed. Vicky hesitated but only momentarily. Joseph enjoyed the feel of the slim waist, in his hands as he urged the sweet smelling girl towards his bed. Now was not the time to let her stop and think. The bed made clear his intentions, as if there could have been any doubt in the girl's mind. Her momentary hesitation reminded him that she might well be more innocent than the display of her tightly clad thighs and bottom indicated. They reached the edge of his bed and one hand dropped to cup that tightly clad curvy derriere and lift and push the squealing young woman on to the bed. She rolled away, but he caught her quickly, throwing a leg over her and pinning the squirming, wriggling body beneath him. Her soft, warm curves filled his hands as he caressed and stroked the panting girl. His hands sought out the full round orbs of her breasts. Her top tore further as he pulled the cloth clear of that wonderful, pink tipped orb. Then his eager lips dropped and seized on an already hard nipple. He felt the girl beneath him spasm and jerk as his teeth and lips toyed and played with the excited tip, now hardened and darkened in arousal. His tongue savoured the taste, and his nose breathed in her sweet femininity. He brought a hand up between her legs, and enjoyed the renewed uncontrollable jerking of the young woman beneath him as she responded to the unfamiliar, but exciting feel of a warm, stroking hand between her legs. He raised his head, enjoying the sight of her slender white neck. Before raising his head to look down into her excited flushed face. She was so, so pretty with those flushed pink cheeks, startled looking wide blue eyes, and soft trembling lips. He lowered his lips again and crushed their softness with his own eager demanding kiss, sliding his tongue inside and searching out the soft hot innocent tongue within. He held her firmly as her excited squeals and wriggles threatened to dislodge him. Enjoying her warm, nubile curves press and push against him. He kissed firmly, into a gasping, breathless young girl, who was struggling to cope with sensory overload. Vicky squirmed below the demanding kiss. She could feel the weight of his body pressing her down, and the hand between her legs was tantalising, in its slow gentle strokes. She had never been kissed like this. The aggressive demanding passion of the black man on top of her was sending her own physical and emotional responses haywire! He moved against her and something hot and throbbing pressed against her thigh. It was his cock she realised. It was so much hotter than the rest of him. She could feel it throb and pulse through the material of her jeans and she wondered what it would be like against her bare skin. Then her heart leapt at the realisation that she might be feeling a lot more than it throbbing against her bare skin. This man wanted to put it up inside her! She struggled to breathe as her heart stopped her throat, and he stomach seemed to churn faster than a washing machine. Oh God! I'm going to be fucked! She wailed and clasped tightly to the African on top of her, as her loins spasm and pulsed, and a wave of heat and excitement surged from her loins. She clung to the Africans as waves of pleasure soared over her. Her panties became a sodden mess, as the juices of her first orgasm flooded her loins, and poured from her virginal pussy. She fell back breathing heavily as the surging pleasure receded, and looked up in shock and surprise. Joseph allowed her suddenly nerveless fingers to release him and looked down at the flushed soft white beauty. White women, he thought, were all the same. This honey was going to be a natural whore! It was hard to believe she was still a virgin. He had no doubt she was. If anything a more experienced woman would not have got so excited. She was a typical English virgin full of suppressed, contained passion. Forced to restrain her behaviour by codes of social custom established in so many middle class households. Codes Joseph did not understand, but he loved the consequences, as his hand reached down and cupped and fondled an exposed white orb. All white, and pink and full, and his black fingers squeezed her soft white flesh between his fingers. "You Ok?" He grinned down at the exciting nodding breathless girl. Vicky was lost as she grinned in silly fashion at the African man above. This was the sort of lusting black man her parents had warned her about, and she squirmed afresh at the thought of what he would do to her next. Then his hand was at the belt of her jeans. Her hands dropped to the belt in a reflex action. Joseph looked at her, then took both her hands in his and raised them firmly and forcefully above her head. Involuntarily her back arched and her full, jutting youthful breasts strained upwards. She watched as Joseph looked down at the suddenly enhanced curves of her breasts and she watched a greedy lust cross his eyes, and she could not contain a wriggle of her hips. Her pussy was so hot and excited she struggled to keep still! He pressed her hands firmly into the bed, until had had the girl's attention. She realised he wanted her to keep her hands there and nodded her understanding. Then he sat back on his heels and looked down at her. Vicky wondered how many white women had been made to lie submissively before a black savage in Africa while he prepared to ravish her. A suppressed mewling sound seemed to escape her lips. Then he leaned forward and two hands made short work of her belt buckle. He drew the belt from around her waist. Vicky felt every inch of that belt as it slid away from her waist. She watched as Joseph wrapped her belt around his fist, and alarm set her pulses racing. He was holding it as though he was going to thrash her with it. It took a strong will to keep her hands above her head. Joseph grinned and she wondered if she had just past a test. A thought crossed her mind. She had heard of sadomasochism. Had surreptitiously read the Marquis De Sade. She give a little shiver and wondered what might come later, as she watched him toss the belt aside. Then his hands were at her jeans and for the first time in her life a man snapped the buttons open to her jeans. She trembled as his hands pulled the material aside the zipper on her jeans slid down exposing the dainty pink panties. She saw his grin, and felt shame that she should be wearing such plain pink panties the first time a man saw them. Joseph was not concerned, her pink panties blared innocence to him and his black cock strained for release. His hands clasped the coarse material of the jeans and pulled. Vicky raised her hips, and it felt so natural to allow a man to pull them down. She felt a strange emotion wash through her, then smiled when she saw his eyes were ogling her smooth white upper thighs, as he tugged harder and the jeans were finally pulled free and tossed aside. His hands reached for her top and simply tore it open. Vicky gasped at the unexpected act, then she lay back and let him look. She watched his eyes rove over her exposed body and saw the hunger and lust rise. She shivered that she could have such an effect on a grown man! Her own excitement rose when he stood and removed his shirt. She was surprised to see ribbed muscled across his stomach. His arms were full, and the muscles were evident, if not pronounced. A bead of sweat had formed on his brow, and she wondered if that was due to sexual excitement. It did not seem hot in the room. Then his hands dropped to his trousers. Her heart stopped again as he unbuckled his belt, and she found herself squirming on the bed. There was a heat in her loins that was bubbling within her. She flushed as she realized that her pink panties were soaked and clinging to her virginal vulva like a second skin. The trousers fell and Vicky's eyes were glued to his loins. The bulge in his shorts looked huge! It was straining the material! She couldn't take her eyes away. This would be the first time she had seen a man's cock aroused! Joseph grinned as he looked down at the nearly naked young white girl on the bed. He could see her eyes glued on his loins, as only an excited, fearful virgin would. He stroked his cock through his shorts, making it lengthen and thicken, and enjoyed the surprised look of the young woman's face as she watched the bulge in his shorts expand further. He shucked his shorts down and his erect cock bounced and bobbed in freedom. He watched as Vicky's eyes widened in shock. He reached forward and pulled one pink sock free of her foot. It seemed a small dainty foot, then he pulled the other sock free and climbed onto the bed. Vicky's were locked on that bobbing, throbbing, still lengthening black cock. It was so much longer and thicker than even her feverish teenage imagination had anticipated. "It's too big!" Joseph held in an instinct to burst of laughter. He had known experienced white wives make that remark. He climbed on the bed and with an easy move pushed apart shapely white thighs and moved over and above the suddenly tense young woman. It would have been so easy, at this point to ram home and take his pleasure, but Joseph had a long term of goal of making this woman desire to be fucked again, and again. She had every potential of being a good money earner, but first he had to work at turning her from an innocent virgin, to a willing whore. He looked down at heaving white breasts, so full and firm. They jutted firmly upwards even as Vicky lay on her back. The darkened, aroused pink aureoles would be his first line of attack. He dropped his lips and sucked the already hard tip into his mouth. He enjoyed the sudden spasm as Vicky jerked at the intense feel of a man's mouth sucking her nipple into his mouth! He sucked, nibbled, and gently chewed with his teeth. Enjoying the soft warmth of the young woman squirming and wriggling her body beneath him. Vicky bit her lip. She closed her eyes and squirmed with a deep longing and need as teeth and lips toyed with her over sensitive nipple. She had never realised that her nipples could be the source of such pleasure. Having only recently passed her 17th birthday she was totally unprepared for the sensations emanating from that over excited peak of flesh. Hot flushes seemed to come and go. Pleasure was radiating out from the attention it was receiving. Then Joseph lifted his head and moved to her other breast. She clasped him hard, not sure if she wanted to pull him closer, or push him away. She became conscious that his firm, warm, black body was pressed to hers and of his heat and masculine strength. Her lithe legs came and for the first time in her life she clasped a man between her legs. Her legs flew apart in shock at the feel of his hot hard strength. The end of his cock seemed to push a line of wet liquid along the soft, virginal inner skin of thigh. Alarmed she pulled her leg away. She felt the wet, slick lips of her vulva slide apart like an opening lotus. Realising that she had involuntarily opened herself to that advancing hard cock, she brought her thigh back in close. In doing so she found herself pressing her thigh fully against the whole length of his hard, hot, throbbing cock. She shivered as she felt a hot, hairy sack of flesh at the base of the cock, and realised that she was feeling a man's testicles against the soft inner skin of her thigh. Her leg flew apart again, and the slick, folds of vulva opened more easily. She whimpered in confused fear and excitement as the black man above her moved and positioned himself. She tried to clamp her thighs together to protect her innocent womanhood from that big, thrusting maleness now between her legs. "It's too big!" she repeated, even as she remembered her former school friends giggling and joking about 'big cocks'. The reality of such a big cock being pushed inside scared her, even as she felt a deep longing to feel it in her! Joseph rose from the firm succulent morsel he had enjoyed so thoroughly. It had tasted so fresh, and clean. Her youthful breast firm in his mouth as he sucked and licked. He grinned at the mountain peaks her nipples had become. He could feel her youthful warmth, trembling and shivering below him. He recognised the uncontrolled excitement that was gripping the young white woman. "Easy girl, this will be easy. You are more than ready to become a woman". Wide, nervous blue eyes met his and he grinned. He gently stroked her soft, slim arms, enjoying the soft, white flesh. "I'm scared, I... I... I've never done it before!" "So every woman says the first time. I am going to make it good for you!" Vicky tried to say something, but her mind was on the hot throbbing heat on her thigh as his black cock slid gently up and down her white thigh. Hot wet liquid trailed her thigh. It was pre-cum. She knew the term. Another fear suddenly shot to the fore! Those soft hairy balls she could feel on her leg were full of baby making sperm! "I don't want a baby!" Joseph grinned, at her sudden alarm. He did not intend to pull out, and was sure that when the time came this hot, if innocent woman, would not want to him to pull out either. "Relax, I am not going to come inside you," he lied. He felt her relax. The chances of getting her pregnant would be low, but he would take the risk. He did not want her getting pregnant so early in her new financial relationship with him! His own lust would not be denied! He reached up and stroked her soft cheek, and was pleased when she pushed her pretty face into his hand like a kitten looking for affection. He turned her head to one side, encountering no resistance, then dipped his head again. His tongue licked the delightfully soft skin of her neck. As his tongue playing backwards and forwards he enjoyed her squirming and gripped her slim white shoulders tightly. He wriggled his hips, pushing her hot thigh aside, and getting into position. His tongue rose higher and he licked the dainty lobe of her small white ear. Then he pushed hard, swirling his tongue, and the girl beneath him seemed to spasm and jerk as he pushed his tongue into her ear. He edged his hips forwards and the wet slick heat of wet womanhood seemed to greet his cock. As suspected her woman hood had opened up in readiness. Her innocence not matched by her body's readiness to receive. He felt her hands on his arms clasp him tightly, in a fearsome grip. His teeth closed on the soft lobe of her ear, and bit! He watched her eyes widen in shock. She shook beneath him, and her the tight grip on his arms changed. He thrust, and Vicky lost her virginity. *** Joseph heaved himself above, his hand firmly gripping the slim white shoulders of the wriggling, struggling white virgin beneath him. God, she was tight! He thrust again, and felt tight rings of muscle weaken and give up as he heaved and thrust his hips urging his cock deep enough to be secure against her wriggles. Her scream of shock had both surprised and delighted him. That scream would go over well on the video Pieta was making from the next room. "Easy now, you are a woman in every sense now." Vicky didn't care. It had hurt! She felt torn inside. She had read of this. Some girls at school said it sometimes didn't hurt. Her loins throbbed, the pain was still there, but not so intense. "It IS TOO big!" she wailed. Joseph gritted his teeth as her inner muscles clamped hard on his intruding cock. He held firm, and wriggled his hips from side to side. "No don't move!" "Relax honey, this is going to be so good." "It will never be good! You hurt me!" Joseph looked down into the alarmed flushed white face. He saw the genuine alarm in her eyes and felt a moment of compassion. He leaned down and kissed her white forehead. Her eyes closed, and he dropped his lips to her eyes and kissed the closed lids. He felt her start to relax, but resisted the inner drive to thrust. He stroked her face and made soothing noises. Then he gripped those long blond tresses and pulled her head, back making a point of ensuring she faced the mirror behind which the video camera's would be whirling away. He dropped his mouth to her ear and licked again, his tongue softly tracing the pink marks his teeth had left behind after he had distracted her with his bite. Soft weak mewling sounds escaped her lips. He twirled his tongue, into the white inner ear, and felt her chest rise and fall against him as his tongue aroused and excited her. Her whimpers became breathless and when he felt her muscled relax around his cock, he pushed deeper. He felt her tense for a moment, but the expected clamp of her vaginal muscles did not come and he pushed in through another inch of tight resisting muscle. "You're being fucked honey!" He watched her eyes flutter, and her held breath seemed to exhale. He pulled back his hips and saw the surprise in her eyes before he thrust again even deeper. "Fucked," he whispered in that dainty ear now wet from his tongue. He pushed deeper. This time feeling a few inches slide into her hot wet interior. He paused for a moment having to hold himself back. She was so incredibly hot and tight! He fought the urge to come. To spend his lust in this English virgin. No one in the world would ever experience what he was experiencing now! His alone was the taking of this woman's innocence, her virginity, her tight vulva would never be this tight and resisting again. He savoured an experience no one else would ever enjoy. *** Vicky's shock at the bite on her ear, had evaporated as pain wracked her loins. Her cream of shock and pain had burst from her. That hot, hard cudgel of black male cock that had been nudging her open womanhood had torn through her hymen in one brutal thrust. It hurt!!! Pain shot outwards from her loins as the pleasure disintegrated. It was too big, he was going to rip her open! "It's TOO big!" She clamped around the invading, pushing cock, using muscles never before used to try and deny him further entry. His coaxing, sympathetic words meant nothing. Pain throbbed in her loins and his cock was trying to push into a channel not used to such activity. She could feel every throb of the cock that was barely inside her. Its head seemed huge and was pushing its way forward. She bit her lips in anguish and clamped harder. It was surprisingly hot she thought, and so hard! She wanted to resist its advance inside her. She felt it flex and jerk in response to clamping muscles and an unexpected flush of pleasure momentarily diluted the pain. The pleasure confused her. She felt torn and bruised inside. Some girls said it hurt, others said it didn't! She could not understand those girls who said it did not hurt! Was there something wrong with her, that made it hurt. She felt soft lips on her forehead and looked up startled to see Joseph looking down at her smiling. There was kindness and understanding in his eyes and her heart welled up. He cared! He cared! He was not a brute beast! She was startled when his soft lips kissed her eyelids, and shivered. When his hand delved into her blond curls she give no thought, and was doubly shocked when he pulled and twisted on those curls turning her face to one side. She stared at the large mirror, on one side of the room. She had not seen a mirror so big. The stark images on that mirror were of a black male atop a slim pretty white girl. She could see the muscles of his bottom, clench and flex. Her lithe legs flapped on either side of him. His body was hard and lean and so black! She felt a sudden thrill rush through her at the sight, then his tongue entered her ear and she squirmed in pleasure at its hot wet travels. She relaxed, and another inch of thick, black cock thrust deeper inside her! She tensed, but the clamping of her bruised inner muscles hurt, and she relaxed them again. "Your being fucked honey!" The words shocked and excited in equal measure. She looked in the mirror and saw the evidence of his words. She could not understand how she could be excited and in pain! Her innocence and inexperience confused her. What should she do? She watched his thighs shift and move in the mirror, and then she felt his cock slide deeper into her ruptured virtue. "Fucked." The words seemed to waft into her ear borne on his hot breath. Her heart leapt at the words. The sliding cock had not triggered more pain. It's hardness did not seem to threatening. She closed her inner muscles on his cock less tightly, and the muscles did not complain. She could feel it pulse, and throb inside her and pleasure again flushed over her. She could feel that thick head, still threatening to push deeper, but behind her inner sheath clasped the hardness. It had soft exterior and she could feel gnarled veins that seemed to pulse and throb on their own. She tried to explore the feel of it inside her, and thought it would be easier if there was more inside her. She wriggled her hips and the cock slid deeper. No pain accompanied that inward thrust. She opened her eyes, and found Joseph's smiling eyes looking into hers. She stared into those dark mesmerising eyes. She could feel the heat of his masculine body pressed to hers. The heavy weight of him that pressed her legs aside, no longer seemed scary. It was comforting and warm, she found her legs coming up, not to push him away but to hold his warmth close. "Like it honey?" She momentarily looked unsure, then tentatively smiled and nodded. "I'm going to fuck you shortly." Vicky's eyes widened. What was he doing now if not fucking her? "You want it deeper?" His cock flexed, pulsed and throbbed hotly Vicky nodded quickly. "So tell me what you want, honey." "I'm confused!" "You want more of my cock?" "Yes! Oh Yes. I like it!" "You want me to fuck you with it?" "God yes! I want you to fuck me!" Joseph grinned. He kept his grip on her shoulders tight, then humped his hips. Hot, tight, vaginal muscles were too slick to resist his entry as more black inches pressed deeper into young white womanhood. Joseph's thoughts flicked for a moment to the men who would follow where he led. Men who would pay, and pay heavily, to enjoy this soft young white woman beneath him. He heard the girl beneath him groan, and whimper. He thrust, and thrust again. He ignored her whimpers and thrust harder. His balls, soft and hairy slapped against the ruined innocence that his cock had taken. He grinned, paused for a moment, then pulled a short way out. He felt her arms and legs clamp him tightly as he withdrew and grinned at this evidence of her excitement. He thrust again, only this time he quickly withdrew and thrust. "Ooooooh God...." wailed Vicky trembling beneath him. He gave her no time to recover, but rapidly thrust and withdrew repeatedly. The young woman beneath shook and shivered as unexpected, and highly intense pleasure now pulsed, throbbed and radiated from her plundered loins. *** Pieta looked through the viewfinder, and lusted at the sight of the lush, young, white beauty being ravished by his boss. The camera caught the image of Joseph's hard black body thrusting and humping into the soft, curvy white body. As Joseph rose prior to thrusting again, Pieta zoomed in on a white breast that released from the crushing pressure of Joseph's chest had popped upright. Firm and upstanding the round breast jutted proud. He momentary caught the sight of a highly aroused, thickened peak, before the whole soft white breast was crushed by Joseph's returning black chest. He switched to another camera, and watched her lithe shapely thighs clamp and squeeze Joseph closer. That was working fine, so he turned to the camera that had been set up to focus on her face. He had learned his camera skills filming torture victims. The CIO had learned quickly that nothing was more guaranteed to scare someone into talking than to show him a compendium of previously tortured victims. Especially if they were family members, fucking a pretty white thirteen year old girl and then showing the film to her father was usually enough to break a white farmer. Of course, it delighted Pieta if it didn't. In those instances he was allowed to have some real fun! Anything was permitted when rich and powerful Africans decided they wanted a farm or a factory. Black, white, brown, yellow, male, female, young, old Pieta had tortured them all. Though it was the women he had the fondest memories of. He glanced through the viewfinder, and smiled in delight at the flushed pretty face perfectly framed in the shot. Her lips were parted, and he could see her panting hard. Her eyes were glazed, and her eyelids fluttering. He suspected she was close to orgasm. He switched to the middle camera. This shot, if successful, would make the difference from an average run of the mill inter-racial porno to a high demand expensive blue movie. He already knew this video would sell well. He would put his special code on the label. A code that would allow high spenders to know that he was the filmmaker. If interested they would call, and Pieta and Joseph would arrange for the customer to have some private time with their new whore. Reminded he glanced at the phone, the number 12 blinked and flashed. They had switched the phone off, when they brought the girl in. He wondered how many of those were rich Africans desperate for the white honey traps that he and Joseph had successfully recruited, willing or not, to serve their wealthy clients. He focused his mind on the shot, checking and re- checking the focus. He could see the urgent, rapid thrusting that indicated Joseph was finally close to a climax. The woman beneath him was squirming, bucking, and thrusting back at him. Her anxiety and sexual excitement obvious, then Joseph bucked and jerked. Vicky's legs seemed to shoot out towards the ceiling and Pieta suspected she had come as well, as for the first time in her life she felt hot sperm shooting in pulsing jets into her eager and receptive womanhood. He concentrated. Knowing what was coming next. Joseph was panting heavily, but he would not forget. He hadn't. He watched as Joseph rose to his knees, pulling Vicky's loins with him. Holding her close. Pieta glance quickly at the overhead camera checking it was on. That was all he needed to check. He knew it would be perfectly focused on the centre of the bed. Focused on white satin sheets stained and spattered with the evidence, with a virgin's blood. He kept the camera steady and watched as Joseph withdrew. His long cock dropped clear. It was still hard, though now less erect. He tightened the focus, and red drops dripped from the cock. He grinned. The focus was perfect. Virginal blood from a white teenager, dripped slowly, but steadily from that long black cock. Pieta grinned, rubbed his cock and headed into the room. It was his turn. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 45