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Signing The New Contract
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

An African boss uses his white employee's wife to keep 
his African client happy. (MF, intr)

***

The phone rang on his desk making David jump. He 
snatched it out of it's cradle.

"Yes?" He demanded. He was working urgently on the 
contract documents needed for tonight's meeting and did 
not welcome interruptions. He was going to have to work 
late as it was.

"David, is that you?"

"Yes, what's up?" Quickly moderating his tone. It was 
Uhuru Shona on the other end of the phone. Managing 
Director and Chairman of the Board. The man, who owned 
the largest share of the company, was known as the 
Black Beast among his staff. He had been known to 
physically pick up and hurl those staffers across desks 
who annoyed him. As a high-ranking member of the 
country's politburo, he was one of the new African 
elite who treated his country as his personal 
playground.

A very profitable and entertaining playground for his 
personal use.

"David, drop what you are doing and get your wife over 
to the Sheraton!"

That stopped him dead in his tracks. Take his wife to 
the Sheraton?

"What for? Aren't you at the Sheraton?"

"No. Getting the new shipping license is taking longer 
than expected. My usual contact is away, and his 
snivelling lackey is too afraid to do anything without 
authority. I have been in touch with the minister and 
it is being sorted. If I turn up at the Sheraton 
without the license, the contract is as good as lost. 
Keraki is still travelling back from Kwekwe and will 
not be back before 7pm. No one is with Mr. Domon. He is 
expecting us to join him for dinner at 6pm. You and Ken 
are still working on the presentation, yes?"

"Yes, we won't be finished for another couple of hours. 
Those damn clerks have fucked it up again. We can't 
present it as it is! I don't see how my wife can help 
she knows nothing about the business."

"She does not need to know anything about the business. 
Tell her to chat about England, shopping in Oxford 
Street...."

"I hardly think Mr. Domon would be interested in 
discussing shopping."

"Shut up, you damn fool! Your wife is so damn beautiful 
she could spend the whole evening discussing varieties 
of monkey shit and Mr. Domon would still be enraptured! 
Get her over to the Sheraton for a slap-up meal and 
tell her to entertain him and keep him sweet until I, 
or Keraki, get there. You know how important this 
contract is. If we don't win it, the company will close 
and you can go back to the dole queue in England!"

David winced. The last month had been frenetic, hectic 
and demanding. It was still far better than wondering 
if the mortgage company were about to foreclose on him.

"Pass the phone over to Ken."

David looked across the room where Ken Smith was 
putting the last touch to the financial figures.

He raised his eyes then grimaced at Ken to indicate the 
mood Uhuru was in, before passing the phone across to 
him. Ken shrugged his soldiers and took the phone. He 
had been working for 10 years for Uhuru and knew his 
moods and idiosyncrasies. He had even learned that, for 
certain services and a blind eye, it could be very 
rewarding. He had seen a whole series of wide-eyed 
young expat professionals arrive full of wonder and 
interest in Africa. The sooner David understood why he 
had been employed the better, but it was not for Ken to 
tell him.

"Ken?"

"Yes?"

"You have the money with you?"

Ken's eyes swung to the large overall. It contained 
$110,000 US, a lot of money but a pittance of the 
potential profit if this new contract was signed. A 
contract that would be paid in valuable foreign 
currency direct by the World Bank instead of through 
the usual, and more difficult, African companies.

"Yes, I have the money."

"Good. Don't let it out of your sight. As soon as 
everything is ready, let me know and I will meet you 
both at the Sheraton."

"OK boss."

Uhuru grinned at the words. He liked it when white men 
called him boss. He also liked the nickname of Black 
Beast that he had learned his staff used. More than 
anything else, he liked the fact that Ken's pretty 
white wife was kneeling at his feet and slavishly 
worshipping his erect black cock with eager lips and 
tongue even as her husband was calling him boss and 
slaving away to make him more money.

"Take $10,000 out of the case, Ken. That's for you. Buy 
your wife a nice dress. I like the package that has 
just arrived. Very nice, make sure David takes his wife 
over to the Sheraton pronto."

"Yes boss, I'll see to it." He put the phone down, and 
paused in thought. The "package" Uhuru had referred to 
was Ken's 14-year-old niece. He had not seen his niece 
since he left England 10 years ago. She had been a 
sweet wide-eyed blonde angel then. He had not even seen 
her since she had arrived in Africa. His wife had 
picked her up from the airport and taken her straight 
to Uhuru's villa. He felt a pang of guilt over doing 
this to his brother.

Then he picked up the $10,000. The pang lessened.

Tamara's tiredness had disappeared. The sight of her 
pretty aunt kneeling in front of the big African, 
slavishly sucking on that huge black cock had dispelled 
all tiredness. Her eyes were wide with wonder and a 
certain fear. She knew what men did to women with cocks 
but the one this African sported seemed more like a 
rhinoceros horn. The idea that such a monster cock 
could be thrust inside a woman filled her with 
considerable trepidation, as well as an intense 
excitement. The African put the phone down and looked 
at Tamara.

He grinned.

It was a wolfish grin that sent a shiver down her 
spine. His eyes had not left her. Even as her aunt had 
so obscenely sucked on that black cock, even as he had 
spoken on to the phone to barely remembered Uncle Ken, 
his hungry eyes that devoured her nubile teenage body.

Uhuru stood up and brushed her aunt aside. He advanced 
on the bed, his big black cock bobbing and jerking in 
front of him as he advanced.

Tamara nearly fainted, as she backed away across his 
bed, nearly, but not quite!

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"Hello, Mr. Domon, this is my wife, Susie."

Susie smiled at the dignified and snappily dressed 
African.

Mr. Domon took her hand, raised it to her lips, and 
kissed. A charming gesture that Sally had never 
experienced in England. Her smile became more sincere.

"Your wife is charming and beautiful, Mr. Jarvis, but I 
was expecting to meet Mr. Shona and Mr. Skukiru. Is 
there a problem?"

His gaze fell on David who shuffled his feet and tried 
to appear confident. He was not used to dealing with 
high-powered men like Mr. Domon. In England, he could 
browbeat and debate with senior managers and lawyers. 
In Africa he was constantly mixing directly with 
businessmen who owned their own companies, influenced 
government policy, invested millions on a hunch. 

Men who brooked little interference in their own plans, 
legal or otherwise.

Mr. Domon's eyes were shrewd and penetrating, as they 
looked over the nervous and shuffling young white 
professional.

"Well, Mr. Jarvis, is there a problem?"

David squirmed under the gaze of this clearly dominant 
African male. This was not the usual sloppy African 
ne'er do well.

He coughed, to clear his thoughts.

"Mr. Shona has been delayed flying back from Vic Falls. 
He is expected here at 7pm. Mr. Skukiru is delayed by 
an accident on the Bulawayo Road. Unfortunately, we 
suffer badly from road accidents. I cannot be certain 
when he will arrive."

He paused, not really convinced that he had satisfied 
Mr. Domon, who was frowning at him. 

"I need to get back to the office. Mr. Smith is waiting 
with the....' David paused, and looked around to see if 
anyone might be overhearing, "...with the agreed 
commission."

Mr. Domon's eyes did not even flicker in 
acknowledgment. He glanced across to Sally then back to 
the young white man.

"Err...Mr. Shona has asked you to accept his apology 
and if you will accept his apology for this delay he 
has asked if you would like my wife to accompany to you 
to dinner during this delay."

Mr. Domon's expression did not change. He nodded 
slightly. He turned to Sally, and to David's relief 
offered her his arm. Sally took his arm, glancing at 
her husband, who nodded encouragingly to her. She 
turned and allowed the African to lead her to the hotel 
lifts. They would be eating at one of the top 
restaurants in Harare on the ground floor. As they had 
been drinking in the mezzanine bar, she was not 
surprised when this distinguished African gentleman led 
her to the lifts. She did not look back at her nervous 
young husband.

The surprise came when Mr. Domon pressed the lift 
button for the penthouse floor. 

Unsure how to react or respond, she stood silently her 
arm in his, then suddenly noticed that Mr. Domon was 
using the advantage of the mirrors in the lift to look 
her over.

At 20 years old, she was rather proud of her figure and 
looks. Since arriving in Africa she had started getting 
used to the hungry eyed look most Africans openly give 
her. Mr. Domon's studied indifference had been a 
welcome change. That he was not quite so indifferent as 
first appeared was reassuring. Not so reassuring was 
their current destination. The restaurants were on the 
ground floor, and they were going up!

It was the first time she had been alone with an 
African man. Her husband would be on his way back to 
the office.

She glanced across at Mr. Domon. He was older than her 
father. Distinguished and a gentleman, even if he was 
an African. Quite different to the usual Africans who 
had groped her in the shops and hotels, reassured she 
wondered what to say to this stranger she had met just 
moments ago.



Then she noticed his eyes examining her still in the 
mirror. She flushed. She was hardly dressed her best. 
Her husband had rushed in and rushed her out. She was 
wearing tight corduroy trousers, and the black figure-
hugging top that emphasized the fullness of her 
breasts. It was not all that smart, though her husband 
liked it a lot. Hardly the most appropriate clothing 
for going to dinner. Especially with a man as important 
as her husband had indicated this man was.

Mr. Domon fully appreciated that top, however.

Full upstanding breasts that would be a delight to 
squeeze as he fucked his cock between those shapely, 
tightly clad, thighs. Mrs. Jarvis has a classic English 
beauty. Uhuru had done him well with this wonderful 
beauty. Her face had a heart shaped loveliness, with a 
pert nose, and a small well shaped mouth. Her eyes were 
bright, sparkling and blue. Her hair while straight was 
very long, almost to her waist.

Those tight corduroy trousers did little to hide 
shapely full thighs, and a full rounded derriere.

He could hardly keep his hands to himself. He would 
wait until he got her to the penthouse. Once there he 
would be able to do as he wished with her, and be 
confident of no interruption from the hotel staff or 
other guests.

"What exactly did your husband say when he told you to 
join me here?"

"My husband asked me, no I suppose Mr. Jarvis, asked 
me. He didn't tell me!"

Mr. Domon smiled and bowed to her. He liked spirit in a 
woman. It usually meant they were good in bed. Clearly 
her husband had not mastered her yet.

"And what exactly did your husband ask you to do?"

"He asked that I should entertain you for a few hours, 
have dinner with you, until Mr. Shona and Mr. Skukiru 
arrive."

"Have you done much entertaining for Uhuru, Mrs. 
Jarvis?"

"Err no, we only arrived in Zimbabwe a month ago."

Mr. Domon's smile was wide and encouraging. Sally went 
on.

"I have been settling in. Finding the secrets of how to 
buy things. I have to give the supermarket manager a 
monthly tip so he will ring me when sugar arrives. 
Never had to do things like that in England. It's all 
quite different here. But I find it fun. I am getting 
used to it."

"Good, and how long have you been married?"

Sally's eyes brightened. She loved her husband and 
enjoyed talking about him. She nattered on happily as 
Mr. Domon led her into his penthouse suite. His armed 
guards would patrol the approaches to the suite.

Mr. Domon, once in the room, pushed around some of his 
papers and filed a few into his steel briefcase. He did 
not trust leather. Too easily cut open. Finally he 
turned to Sally and offered her an aperitif prior to 
going down to dinner.

She gratefully accepted the glass.

"So you have never entertained an African man before."

"No, to be honest, before I came to Zimbabwe I had not 
even met a black man before."

Her hand suddenly rose to her mouth. She flushed in 
embarrassment. The rosy flush only enhanced her beauty.

"Oh dear, I didn't mean anything, I shouldn't have said 
black man. I meant African, of course."

Mr. Domon laughed easily to put her at her ease.

"So you have not learned for yourself if there is any 
truth in the tales that black men have big cocks?"

Sally's eyes widened. They flicked from side to side. 
Had she heard correct? Surely not! Mr. Domon had been a 
perfect gentleman. She looked at him. His eyes were 
hard and piercing. She remembered how nervous David had 
been. She sipped her drink. Tried to pretend she had 
not heard.

"Would you like to find out if it is true?"

Sally swallowed hard. She was in trouble. She was in a 
hotel room with a strange man. He had armed guards 
outside the room. Her husband was miles away. This 
distinguished and wealthy African businessman was 
talking dirty to her. She sipped her drink and tried to 
pretend he had not said anything.

Mr. Domon finished his drink then took the glass from 
Sally's trembling fingers.

Sally backed away.

His hand reached out and caught her behind the head. He 
could feel her trembling in his grasp. He loved the 
fear and uncertainty in her. He really did not care if 
she resisted. He would take her anyway. His hand 
caressed the side of her face, admiring and stroking 
the soft flesh that covered those high cheekbones. A 
thick black thumb caressed her lips.

"Have these lovely lips ever sucked on a really big 
cock?"

She stared at him disbelieving as his hands dropped to 
his trousers and he unzipped himself.

Sally seized the moment, turned and raced for the door. 
It was locked. She shrieked for help. The chattering 
guards on the other side of the door fell silent. She 
pulled at the door and shrieked again for help.

Mr. Domon grinned as he advanced on the young woman 
struggling with the door.

"Come, my dear. I'll make it good for you."

"I'm not your 'dear,'" Sally yelled at him.

Mr. Domon grinned and pulled her to him. Sally 
struggled in his arms. She twisted around and sought to 
get away. Large black hands rose up and clasped her 
breasts.

Sally gasped as hard hands grasped and fondled her full 
mounds. She cursed as pleasurable sensations swept over 
her. Cursed her own body as she was clasped tightly to 
the surprising hard and warm body of the African behind 
her. The African pulled her close. She could feel his 
hot breath on her neck.

"I like a woman who puts up a fight!"

Sally froze at the words. He was enjoying her 
struggles. She hung limp in his arms. His hands took 
advantage of the cessation of struggling to slip under 
her top and rise up the soft warmness of her body. 
Belatedly Sally remembered she was not wearing a bra 
and sought to push his hands back down. She was shocked 
at the strength in his arms. Her own resisting hands 
might as well as have not been there. He ignored her 
efforts and her bare white breasts were soon in his 
hands. Black fingers tweaked on treacherously erect 
nipples. He grunted his pleasure at this discovery. His 
tweaking fingers sent sharp shocks of pleasure up and 
down her body. Desperately she tried to struggle free. 
With his hands already up inside her top she had little 
chance of breaking free of him.

He tweaked her nipples harder. Sally shrieked at the 
sharp pain. She was literally in the hands of a cruel 
hard faced man who was used to getting his way. The 
pain in her nipples subsided to be replaced by warm 
tingling as they filled with blood. A tingling 
sensation that was pleasurable and erotic.

His fingers tightened. Sally braced herself for renewed 
pain. Instead the palms of his hands lightly slid over 
her nipples caressing and gentle she relaxed and fought 
back the pleasure his hands were created, a pleasure, 
which now seemed enhanced by earlier pain.

His fingers returned to her nipples. Before she 
realized he nipped then again sharp and hard. She 
squealed in protest. Shocked at the pain that seemed to 
flash down her spine and the hot flush in her loins. 

Sally cursed the erotic sensations sweeping over her. 
Her breasts had always been her weakest line of 
resistance when David had made his advances towards. 
She didn't understand how her body could react like 
this to man she did not love feeling her up, but there 
was no doubting the pleasure his hands were giving her.

God he was older than her father, and black.

She shivered. Perhaps that was part of the excitement 
she felt. Then she cursed herself again for feeling 
such excitement. Then his fingers squeezed her nipples 
again and she nearly swooned from the pain and the 
pleasure.

His hands dropped to her waist and he started loosening 
the belt of her cords. Sally started struggling again. 
This was going too far. Though she suspected there was 
only going to be one end result no matter how much she 
resisted. She felt a pleasurable twitch in her loins as 
the thought that she was about to be raped.

Was a long held fantasy about to come true, even if it 
was with a big, black, older man.

She struggled even harder, but his strong hands were 
impervious to her efforts as he pulled open her belt. 
Unclasped the buttons and wrenched down the zipper of 
her cords. She briefly broke free as his hands rose to 
the tops of her cords and started pulling then down. 
Her attempt to scramble away was hampered by her 
lowered cords and then he was laughing as he pulled her 
back towards him.

Her cords dropped around her knees as he pulled her 
back against him. She squealed as hand darted between 
her legs, pushed aside her lacy panties and darted into 
her now liquid centre.

"Ahhh, you are wet for it already!"

"You bastard!"

He laughed.

"My husband."

"I don't give a damn for you husband. This is what I 
care about."

His fingers parted the hot wet flesh of her centre and 
delved within. She squirmed and wriggled, making little 
further attempt to escape as his fingers excited her 
further.

He moved behind her, adjusting his position. Then she 
jumped as something hot and hard thrust between her 
legs. She looked down. Eyes wide in disbelief at the 
black protuberance sticking out from between her 
thighs.

It was sticking out five inches, which made it a good 
five inches longer than David's. She stared in 
disbelief. It was hot and hard and she squeezed her 
soft thighs around it. She could feel it throb and 
pulse between her legs.

She could feel the gnarled muscle full with pumping 
blood and quivered. 

"What do you think of the rumours now?"

Sally could not answer. She found herself rubbing the 
thick black cock with her soft silky smooth thighs, 
staring at it in disbelief. Her cords dropped around 
her ankles. The African enjoyed the feel of the soft 
silkiness of her inner thighs.

"Mr. Domon...I...I...."

His hand grasped that long brown hair, and jerked it 
back. Pain tingled from the roots of her hair and Sally 
gasped.

"Eli, I think you can call me Eli now."

"Eli," Sally gasped, "I...I...."

His mouth closed over Sally's and she was shocked to 
find herself passionately returning the kiss. Eli 
relaxed his grip and pulled back from her now questing 
lips. He looked down at the classically beautiful face. 
Her eyes glazed with lust and desire and smiled.

"Let's get these clothes off, you sweet honey."

Sally feverishly helped him strip her, and then helped 
to get his clothes off. She allowed him to push her 
backwards onto the bed. His heavy black body came down 
on her soft whiteness. But not before she saw that long 
Black Cock, hard and bobbing between his legs. Like a 
thick quarterstaff, it was centred between her own 
spread thighs.

His head dropped down and nuzzled her neck. She turned 
her head to one side and allowed him free access to the 
soft white skin of her neck. She trembled excitedly as 
his teeth nibbled and his tongue licked. She felt like 
an animal surrendering to another offering up her neck 
in surrender. Her legs also spread as a thick hardness 
nuzzled between them.

She quivered and shivered as the hard thick head of his 
cock thrust inside her. Her resisting muscles parted to 
allow entry of an African cock. She whimpered and 
thrust up against him. Thick as it was she wanted more 
inside. He thrust deeper and she squealed in delight. 
He gripped her hair and pulled her head back hard, then 
bit her neck, and thrust deeper.

Sally screeched in ecstasy.

Eli laughed.

"Like it rough, heh?"

Her hands rose up and grasped his shoulders.

"Take me...do it...hard...," Sally gasped in delight at 
the feel of his balls slap against her loins. She 
realized she had taken its full long length. It was far 
deeper than her husband had ever achieved. Its length 
and thickness were incredible, and this older African 
man certainly knew how to use it as she grasped him 
tightly.

She enjoyed the meal as well.

Eli, or Elijah was excellent company and he was a good 
listener.

After the excellent meal he offered to arrange for one 
of his bodyguards to take her home. Alternatively she 
was welcome to wait in his suite for her husband to 
arrive with the contract documents.

With a glint in her eye she allowed him to escort her 
back to his suite.

It was 8.30pm before David and Ken Smith arrived at the 
hotel in the company of Keraki Skukiru with the 
contract documents. Keraki was brisk and efficient. 
African clerks who had been waiting at the hotel rushed 
forward.

"He is up in his suite with the whore," responded Ferak 
Mor, the senior clerk.

David was alarmed at the comment.

"Where is my wife?" he asked. Keraki looked at him. 
"Mr. Shona asked her to have dinner with him, and I 
dropped her here earlier."

Ferak suddenly realized who the whore was and looked 
away. His eyes made brief contact with those of Keraki. 
Ken Smith knew that a slip this early could cause 
endless trouble, asked, "Had the white woman who had 
dined with Mr. Shona had been safely escorted home?"

Keraki piped up.

"Mr. Seregeti, you are responsible for security. Is Mr. 
Jarvis' wife been taken home safe?"

Ken Seregeti was smart enough and had been around 
enough to come up with a quick response.

"One of my men took Mrs. Jarvis to spend the rest of 
the evening with Ken's wife, Mrs. Smith, at their 
villa. There is no need to worry on that score. I did 
not think it appropriate for her to remain after the 
whore arrived."

"You did right, Mr Seregeti, Mr. Domon is up in his 
room."

"Yes."

He turned to Ken and David. "If you gentlemen will wait 
in the bar, I will go and inform Mr. Domon we are 
ready." He paused a moment. "You may have to be 
patient, if he is with the whore we may have to wait 
some time."

Ken nodded.

"Come David, we'll have time for a Pimm's Nr 1."

The other Africans returned to sitting in the lobby. 
Ready to respond to any demand made on them. 

Keraki Skukiru hastened to the lifts. He had met 
David's wife, a pretty creature, if she was in Mr. 
Domon's room it would be an easy matter to smuggle her 
out of the hotel without her husband knowing.

Mr. Domon's guards waved him straight into the suite.

Sounds of passion greeted him.

Keraki grinned and walked through to the bedroom.

Mr. Domon was lying in his back on the bed, while a 
shapely white woman was bouncing up and down eagerly on 
his upstanding cock. She was definitely a sexy looking 
woman and their lateness would not have detracted from 
their chances of signing this contract if she had been 
giving Eli such a good time. He eyed her full bouncing 
breasts, and the full round cheeks of her bottom as she 
jiggled on Eli's cock. It looked like Mrs. Jarvis was 
going to be an even greater asset to the company than 
her husband!

He himself preferred white girls to white women, newly 
blossomed teenagers with developing womanly legs, 
budding breasts, pretty mouths and dainty eager to 
please tongues. He had heard that Ken's niece had 
arrived but would have to wait until tomorrow to try 
her out.

In the meantime, that dainty pink aperture between 
those bouncing buttocks did not look well used, if used 
at all. He started to undress. It would add a certain 
piquancy to fuck her bottom while her husband waited 
below in the lobby of the hotel.

"Mrs. Jarvis, I assume?"

His words startled Sally, lost as she was in the new 
world of lust she had discovered. She nearly leapt from 
the bed, but Eli grabbed and laughed as he pulled her 
back.

"Don't mind Keraki, just his idea of a joke."

Nevertheless, Sally struggled to free herself and pull 
the sheets over them. As she had already discovered Eli 
was far too strong and he quickly pulled the sheets 
away.

"Don't be shy, dear. I think my friend Keraki is going 
to join us."

Sally turned back to look at Eli.

"What...?"

Eli pulled her down on to him and sealed her lips with 
a kiss. Sally responded passionately. She felt the 
weight of Keraki as he climbed onto the bed. Felt his 
warm body atop hers. She tried to get up but Eli held 
her down. She broke free of the kiss.

"My husband! Where is he? He was supposed to come with 
Mr. Skukiru!"

She was confused. What where they doing? Keraki leaned 
forward and nibbled her ear. It felt lovely and she 
pushed her ear back on his tongue.

"Your husband is waiting in the lobby."

Sally eyes widened in alarm.

"Did you want me to bring him up?"

"Nooo...."

"We won't mind if he wants to watch," chipped in Eli.

"You bastards! What are you doing to me? I love my 
husband." Her words were cut off by a scream as Keraki 
thrust.

Eli laughed. He looked over at the concentrated face of 
Keraki as he focused on thrusting into the incredible 
tightness of a no-longer-virginal bottom.

"Ram it up her, Keraki, pain turns her on!"

"Noooooooo," Sally wailed.

But they were right. Even now the pain was receding and 
being replaced by pleasure as two warm bodies crushed 
her between them and two hot cocks thrust up inside 
her!

END

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