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Leasa - A Southern Belle
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

***

An American society beauty is brought down to earth in 
Africa. (MF, reluc, intr)

***

The following story is 'incomplete' in that it was 
written in conjunction with the lady in question. 
Unfortunately her trip to Africa did not work out quite 
along the lines she had planned at one point events 
overcame her and she no longer was willing to describe 
what happened. 

***

Leasa was an exceptionally beautiful blond lady, rather 
high powered and dominant in nature. She also had a 
rather twisted nature and in some respects I tend to 
think she received her comeuppance in Africa. I suspect 
she was not entirely honest about her past, or at least 
honest with herself. She lost her virginity at early 
teen age to Black American employee of her father who 
'she' manipulated into having sex with her. 

Ah Hmm, I wonder just who manipulated who! She was a 
wild child who suppressed that wildness and married the 
Harvard trained wimp her parents chose for her. He was 
wealthy and from the right east coast pedigree. Her 
social standing was of the highest. Her sexual 
preference was dominating men. She believed African men 
would be no different to Black American men, or even 
white men.

When she went to Africa she had been determined to 
humiliate her husband as much as possible, including 
sexually. After this story unfolds she succeeded in 
that, but lost control of her own sexuality as African 
men 'just took over.' They 'made her' do disgusting 
things like licking their cocks clean afterwards, 
licking ass, they conned her into allowing them to tie 
her down over a bench then encouraged the dogs to fuck 
her. 

She used the gang bang to shame her husband and she 
delighted in offering cream pies. Though always 
insisting it was just her excitement. Andy worried but 
she dismissed his fears. Sometimes with contempt at 
other times with reassurance and passion. She delighted 
in fooling her husband, particularly encouraging him to 
lick after she had been fucked. Andy greatly feared 
that his boss had become her lover, but was unable to 
prove or discover anything. In one of the particular 
nasty sides of her character for nine months she 
encouraged Andy to believe the baby was his.

When it popped out black, she just laughed....

Andy and Leasa arrive in Africa

(No disrespect to Andy, Leasa's husband, is intended by 
this story. Andy's role has been twisted by me for the 
'further enjoyment' of the readers?!!!)

***

Andy stepped through the oval of the plane's door. He 
flinched at the wave of heat and stepped back.

'Ouch!' Hands shoved him sharply in the back. 'You 
stood on my toe!'

He lurched forward back into the burning heat.

'It's hot!'

'My toe!...if it is bruised I'll never forgive you!'

Andy grimaced. There was not much his proud wife did 
forgive him for! Ever since she had granted him her 
hand in marriage, she had made it very clear what a 
privilege it was for him to marry into the Jackson 
family of Charleston. 

That Leasa was one in a long family history of classic, 
blond, southern belles and he was a very lucky man to 
marry her!

Lucky! 

Andy was beginning to think he was one of a series of 
dupes to marry yet another Jackson snooty bitch.

Not that he thought that when she smiled at him. Nor 
did he think that when Leasa persuaded him to try and 
create another generation of southern belles by getting 
her pregnant.

Unfortunately, that endeavour had proven useless and 
that had only added to his lovely wife's edginess. 

Leasa shuffled forward as the press of passenger's 
seeking to leave the aeroplane pressed close. She 
shoved her husband in the back again. The heat seemed 
scorching but she was not going to dain to comment on 
it after her husband's embarrassing display.

Hot! What did he expect in Africa?

At the bottom of the aeroplane's steps she looked 
around. Where was the coach to take them to the 
terminal? Andy had already sussed the situation and 
turned to Leasa even as other passengers began the trek 
across the concrete apron of the runway towards the run 
down looking building that made up Harare International 
Airport.

'We are going to have to walk to the terminal.'

'Walk!' Leasa screeched. 

'I don't walk anywhere!'

'Honey, we don't have a choice, please don't make a 
scene in front of all the passengers.'

Leasa glared at her failure of a husband. His inability 
to earn enough to pay her shopping bills had led to his 
asking for a transfer to the Harare office as a means 
of escaping his credit card debt! After three years of 
marriage he had failed to provide her with a baby girl 
to carry on the Jackson southern tradition. For over 
300 years the Jackson family had produced a series of 
aristocratic southern belles and family pressure for 
her to do the same was high. Her own acceptance of 
Andy's transfer was largely to escape the pressure from 
her own family from her failure to get pregnant.

As if it was her fault!

She let Andy make love to her whenever she thought she 
was fertile. Though Leasa had not bothered to attend 
those embarrassing sex education classes at school and 
her mother had not bothered to give her a woman's talk. 
Which was just as well as she would not have born the 
embarrassment of such a talk!

Andy turned away, hefted the travelling bag they had 
been allowed inside the cabin and set off sullenly for 
the terminal.

Leasa glared daggers at his back. Then she pulled 
herself together, and followed her husband. Her make up 
was not going to survive in this heat. The sooner she 
was under cover the better.

In the terminal Andy was looking non-plussed and to her 
surprise was shaking the hands of a black man. She 
frowned and moved closer. Andy turned to her.

'Oh Hi Honey. This is Mr. Hooper. He is the manager of 
the Harare Office and was kind enough to meet us and 
see us safely through the airport.'

Leasa's eyes widened. Her husband's boss was a black 
man!!!

As he ushered them towards the baggage conveyor she 
leaned closer to her husband.

'You didn't tell me your boss would be a black man!'

'I didn't know...Mr. Hooper...it doesn't sound like an 
African name.'

'You are going to have to take orders from a black 
man!' Andy looked distinctly uncomfortable. 'Our 
families will have a fit if they ever found out you 
took orders from a black man...it's disgraceful!'

'Honey, this is Africa.'

Leasa's whispers were not quite as low as she wished. 
Ferak Hooper kept his face impassive as he realised 
that his new employee and his wife were racists. That 
would make it difficult, and he would stamp down hard 
on Andy at every opportunity. Leasa was everything he 
had been told about. A classic blond beauty. She would 
do well in a public relations role but he would have to 
deal with her racist attitudes. On second thoughts 
making such a beautiful white racist submit to black 
cock would have its own piquancy among his business 
contacts.

Andy would have been shocked to know his boss back in 
Charleston had discussed with Ferak the usefulness of 
Andy's wife might prove in satisfying the sexual needs 
of their African clients. Mr. Johnson had taken a 
perverse delight in transferring Andy to Harare. The 
snooty haughty bitch would soon get broken in to black 
cock and that would teach her a lesson for snubbing his 
advances towards her at the last company barbecue.

Mr. Hooper had promised a video of her in a 
compromising position, which he would circulate around 
the executives in Charleston if she refused his 
advances when she returned....

They all gathered around the packed crowd at the 
conveyor belt. African porters darted through the 
throng sweeping up indicated suitcases and loading them 
up on trolleys. Leasa give a start as a warm hand 
cupped, and caressed her bottom. A hand that was 
clearly underneath her short dress!

Leasa struggled to turn in the crush. She looked behind 
her as she sought to turn in the press. A grinning 
black porter leered over her shoulder as the hand 
casually squeezed the soft curve of her bottom. He 
winked at her and his hand sought to slip inside her 
panties!

Outraged Leasa finally turned. Like lightning her hand 
rose and slapped his face. The African's grin widened. 
His hand now that she had turned sought out her 
feminine centre. Shouts of glee from the other porters 
indicated their enjoyment of the show. 

 A shiver passed through Leasa as a black hand lightly 
stroked her white southern womanhood! She slapped him 
again and pulled free, flushed and shaken at the 
lascivious thrill his hand had generated.

'That black bastard touched me!' Leasa yelled at her 
husband. Alarmed Andy looked around at the sea of black 
faces and the disapproving glance of his boss.

'Honey, watch your words.'

'Words! If you were more of a man these black bastards 
would not dare touch me up.' Andy flinched at the 
uncalled for words of reproof from his wife. But he was 
even more nervous of the effect of his wife's words on 
the sea of black faces around them.

Mr. Hooper stepped forward, taking the arm of Leasa 
possessively. The act served to warn off the porters 
that she was spoken for, and they laughed and moved on 
to recover the baggage and harass the other pretty 
white ladies who had just arrived.

Andy swallowed as he watched a black hand rise from the 
waist of a girl and casually squeeze a developing 
breast. God, the girl could only be 14, and she was 
being groped and fondled sexually. His own cock stirred 
as he thought about what the Africans would like to do 
that fresh faced teenager if they could get her alone. 
The girl herself, flushed and her handbag rose in front 
of her. To his surprise he realised she was hiding the 
actions of the black hand rather than seeking escape!

The young tramp was letting that African fondle her!

No wonder the African porters were so forward if white 
women here were so permissive! 

Leasa glared at him.

'Wasn't that our baggage?' She nodded to the set of 
Louis Vitton suitcases that were now 10 paces off 
further down the line. Ten paces crowded with the press 
of bodies. Andy struggled through the crowd.

 Mr. Hooper led Leasa through the press towards customs 
and immigration. She tried to pull free of this 
impertinent black man's grip and was astonished by the 
strength of his grip. She looked sideways at him, then 
quickly looked away. It was embarrassing to be led like 
this, but at least he was keeping the riff raff 
Africans away.

She looked around the hall. She was being stared at. 
She was used to men staring. But this was different. It 
was black men openly staring. They wouldn't have dared 
stare back home. These men didn't just stare their eyes 
were filled with open hunger as they lingered on her. 
She sniffed and glared back.

Nevertheless she could feel her body responding to the 
sexual tension in the room. She cursed her womanhood, 
while her mind retrieved the feel of that black hand 
caressing her womanhood. A shiver went down her spine.

It was going to be more dangerous here than she had 
thought. Danger in a way she had not expected. 

Andy struggled along behind. His wife's words had meant 
no porter would carry their luggage and he was 
struggling under the load. All of the baggage trolley's 
having suddenly disappeared! He watched as Mr. Hooper 
breezed through customs and immigration and he 
struggled to keep up so that they would realise he was 
with Mr. Hooper.

Outside the airport he looked on in astonishment as Mr. 
Hooper escorted his wife into luxurious Mercedes and 
the car then whisked away without him! His wife's 
startled eyes looking back for him.

He had just started to panic when another African 
rushed up.

'Mr. Jackson?' Andy was slow to realise he was being 
addressed. Even after three years he was not 
comfortable with being forced to take up the Jackson 
surname, rather than his wife accepting his.

Her looked away from the disappearing Mercedes to the 
deferential bobbing African in front of him. 

'Mr. Hooper asked me to bring you your company car.'

Instantly diverted Andy glanced in the indicated 
direction where there was a brand new 4 wheel drive 
Range Rover parked by the roadside.

'Can I take your luggage, Sir.'

Sir! This was getting better! He offloaded the luggage 
and admired the new car. His wife could look after 
herself for a while. Serve the snooty bitch right to 
have to spend time with his African boss one to one. If 
she was going to survive in Africa she was going to 
have to learn some new ways.

He walked around the car, admiring its shiny polished 
exterior. He was tempted to start tinkering with the 
engine. He put his hand on the bonnet and pulled back 
quickly. He had burned his hand! The shiny metal was 
hot enough to fry eggs!

Ah well, he would look at the engine later.

The deferential African was holding the door open for 
him and he slipped into the driver's seat. His hands 
caressed the steering wheel as his eyes flashed across 
the unfamiliar English control panels. With a start of 
alarm he realised it not automatic.

Was he going to make a fool of himself in front of this 
African employee?

***

Leasa was distinctly uncomfortable at being alone in a 
car with two African men. Mr. Hooper's chauffeur drove 
the car while Mr. Hooper sat beside her in the back. 
She was alarmed at sitting so close and casual with a 
black man.

Suddenly she missed her husband. She glanced behind her 
as the airport disappeared in the dust behind.

'Your husband is being given his new company car. He 
will be along shortly.'

The drive took half an hour, and Leasa struggled to pay 
attention to Mr. Hooper. Half annoyed that she was 
obliged to listen to a black man, half distracted by 
the vista outside the limousine's windows. At least it 
was cool in the car.

She stared with suppressed awe at the vibrant colour of 
the flowering trees and vividly coloured bushes. 
Expensive looking luxury villa's lined the road. At one 
point they briefly passed through a poor area. Africans 
stared at the luxury car as it passed, and Leasa stared 
in turn at homes made from corrugated iron, breeze 
block, and what looked like sheets of garden trellice 
fencing. Thin children that played in the dust, African 
men sipping beer as big African women berated them. 

***

Back in a wealthy area the car swept through the open 
gates set in the midst or pristine white washed walls. 
The car pulled up in front if a villa that could have 
been taken straight from a film set. Leasa tried not to 
be impressed as Mr. Hooper announced that this would be 
their new home.

It was magnificent!

Suddenly things seemed much better and she actually 
thanked Mr. Hooper.

A young African boy of 17 rushed from the now locked 
gates. To her surprise it was to Mr. Hooper's door that 
the boy ran. Opening the car door for Mr. Hooper and 
bowing low with a mixed look of deference and fear. 
Leasa was startled by that look of fear. Why did the 
boy fear Mr. Hooper?

After Mr. Hooper had left the car he rushed around the 
car and open for Leasa. Again bowing low deferentially, 
as she swung her legs out of the car she caught another 
look pass across his face before it was quickly 
suppressed as his eyes raked her shapely legs. She was 
familiar with that look, and suppressed quite 
satisfaction. She would make this immature boy's life a 
sexual torment with her teasing!

Though as she stepped out of the car and he stood up 
Leasa was struck by his dark flesh, and the rippling 
muscles that seemed to shine in the sunlight. The boy 
was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. His flat 
stomach was ridged with muscle, and Leasa felt a ripple 
of butterflies inside her own stomach.

Mr. Hooper ignored the boy. He waved at the long low 
covered garages and his driver edged the car carefully 
within where the interior would be protected from the 
searing heat of the sun.

Then he took Leasa by the waist and urged her towards 
the house. Leasa tried to squirm free of the black arm 
around her slim waist and was reminded again of the 
extra-ordinary strength of her husband's African boss.

She could not contain the roll of her stomach at being 
held by such a strong man. They passed down a shrub 
lined tree shaded pathway to the entrance to the villa. 
Another African was waiting at the door. An old man, 
who held the door open for them both, as they entered. 
He lacked the fear of Mr. Hooper displayed by the boy 
and nodded casually to him while stretching out his 
hand to shake her hand.

'This is Solomon. He will be your gardener and head of 
household. My family has employed him for over 40 
years. He will see to your needs, and those of your 
husband. I will expect him to be treated with the 
respect of a long serving employee.'

Leasa nodded, and without realising she had done it she 
was shaking hands with Solomon.

Shaking hands with a black man!

She, Leasa Jackson of the Charleston Jackson's was 
shaking hands with a black servant! 

Her family would be turning in their historical graves. 
At least the male members of her family would be. The 
female members of her long dead family would be nodding 
and sharing knowing looks. 

The large black hand of the African encased her slim 
white hand. Leasa looked up at the tall rangy African. 
No muscles and glistening skin on this 60 year old man, 
with grey haired at his temples. He was a head taller 
than her, as she looked up at him her eyes met his.

A dark frission of emotion passed through her. She 
could not pull her eyes away from his as an electric 
glow seemed to pass from his hand up through her arm to 
her eyes before sinking into her stomach. Then it 
settled lower and her loins flared with heat.

Her eyes widened, the soft skin of her face flushed a 
delightful pink. Butterflies flew around her stomach 
like a tornado. Shocked she realised that her nipples 
had hardened! Her knees felt weak.

No man had ever feel like this!

No man, not ever, and all he had done was take her 
hand!

Solomon held her hand in his, and watched the flare in 
her eyes. He recognised that look. It would only be 
time. His face remained impassive.

Animal magnetism flared between them and Solomon held 
her hand and let it flow.

He released her hand and a shaken Leasa entered the 
villa.

She struggled to pull together her emotions. To retain 
her cool demeanour as Mr. Hooper showed her the 
kitchen. Solomon followed paying close attention and 
explaining points. Mr. Hooper walked through the villa 
explaining the usual use of the various rooms. The 
living room was spacious and sumptuously furnished 
opening through patio doors onto a paved circular patio 
trimmed with colourful flowers. Leasa stepped onto the 
patio. A variety of colourful birds she had not seen 
before sported and fluttered around a number of bird 
baths. 

Sunlight glittered and shone from the surface of 
crystal blue pool.

Leasa realised she had entered paradise.

***

Mr. Hooper stepped out on the patio to join her. 
Solomon stepped out and passed by. His large hands 
scooped up the handles of a wheelbarrow and with a 
whistle wheeled it off across a particularly well-
manicured lawn.

'Solomon looks after the garden. He used to work for 
the British Governor before independence, but it would 
be best if you remembered that Africans run this 
country now. It is our country, and we have little time 
for racist colonial attitudes.'

Leasa bridled at the rebuke, but curled her tongue. He 
was right after all. This was a black man's country, 
and while Leasa was uncomfortable with that it would be 
wise to remember it.

'He is tremendous in the garden. Natural magic in his 
hands, flowers seem to blossom and bloom under his 
care.'

Leasa nodded, if a little grudgingly. In her set it was 
not fashionable to consider black men to be competent 
or capable, irrespective of the reality. Nevertheless 
this garden had a wondrous charm that was evidence in 
itself of his ability.

'Best to just leave him to get on with it.' Leasa 
nodded her acceptance. The most she knew about 
gardening was that the grass should be cut now and 
then.

'Be careful around him. His talents in the garden are a 
reflection of his potent virility. You would not think 
it to look at him but he has 25 children.'

Leasa reeled on her heels.

25 children!!!

'I should mention he has five wives. None of course are 
allowed at the villa. He is entitled to two holidays a 
year, one for a month, and another for two weeks.'

'But if he only gets home so....' Her words trailed 
off.

'Oh Africans have never put a high store on monogamy or 
faithfulness. Half the brats in the area are his 
bastard children. I would be careful around him.'

Leasa flushed at the implication.

'Not something I need to consider I can assure you. I 
am happily married.' Even as she said the words she 
realised the mockery of them. She was not happy at all. 
Not satisfied and not happy. She would not allow this 
smug rich African to think so.

'I love my husband, and I believe in the sanctity of 
marriage, and respect my vows.'

Behind her back Ferak looked at her. He was going to 
bugger this sanctimonious bitch. Filled with her 
pretentious and southern American airs. He would make 
her scream in pain when he buggered her and would 
delight in it. He would thrust his black cock into her 
tight back passage and savour her desperate wriggles. 
Yes he would make her scream with pain, and then he 
would delight when her screams switched to whimpers of 
pleasure. He would savour the moment when her soft 
rounded hips started to hump eagerly back on his 
skewering cock.

He would make her beg for more of his black cock thrust 
up inside her. Oh how he would savour her desperate 
begging for more...

Leasa turned and looked at him.

He smiled politely.

The boy appeared through the patio door. He held a tray 
with two dark drinks. Leasa was surprised to see the 
drinks served in a large English style beer jug. The 
drink itself was laced with ice and fruit. Mr. Hooper 
sighed with pleasure and nodded to the drinks.

'Pimm's Nr 1...one of the good things the British left 
us.'

He swept up a glass and drank deep.

Leasa carefully sipped the drink and was astonished at 
the wonderful balanced taste, obviously alcoholic, but 
not powerfully so. The ice had cooled it delightfully. 
She looked in the glass. There was so much fruit in the 
glass that it was too tight for the contents to float. 
She looked as slices of apple and banana, segments of 
orange, sliced strawberries and various berries all 
mixed in with crushed ice.

She sipped deeper. She could get to like it here. 

A horn sounded in the street outside.

'That will be your husband, it is best to keep your 
gates locked at all times. Only you, your husband, and 
Solomon should have a key. I could not emphasise enough 
the importance of that. An African could steal 
everything in the house in 10 minutes.'

He paused, a moment and looked at her.

'You should be aware Mrs. Jackson that while Africa has 
progressed far in the modern world there are still some 
practices that persist. While most African governments 
are enlightened and progressive.' 

Leasa kept her face impassive at this last comment. The 
idea that the Zimbabwe government was enlightened or 
progressive was laughable. Her own country's state 
department had carefully advised them what to expect in 
Zimbabwe. Mr. Hooper continued. 

'There are also evil and exploitive people here.'

He looked at the beautiful white wife of his new 
employee. Admiring her classical beauty. Leasa could 
see he was being diffident and careful in his thought.

'Let me be blunt Mrs. Jackson. There are men who will 
not simply rest at stealing. Most African men will not 
hesitate to rape such a beautiful white woman as you if 
given half the chance, or even worse than rape.' 

Leasa raised her eyes as looked at her husband's boss. 
There was a mocking look in her eyes. She was not going 
to allow him to make her scared.

'Worse than rape! I think most women would consider 
rape worse than death.'

Mr. Hooper nodded his acceptance of her words.

'No Mrs. Jackson, I was not thinking of rape. Your 
ancestors enslaved many Africans. There are Africans 
even in this country who consider white slavery as a 
fitting response to your country's past crimes. Yes, I 
am afraid that a thief might steal you as well as your 
TV. There are places where a pretty white woman like 
yourself can still be put on a slave block and sold to 
the highest bidder.'

Leasa was rocked by his words, and the casual way they 
were spoken. She was alarmed not just by his words, but 
also by the gut reaction in her loins. What would it be 
like to be staked to a pole while dark skinned men bid 
to buy her? Her knees felt weak and she sank onto one 
of the patio chairs.

Andy appeared in the door.

'Is there a drink for me then?'

Leasa looked away from him into the garden where 
Solomon was trimming firewood. She shivered. That man 
had sired 25 children! She looked away quickly.

'Andy this is one of Solomon's sons Nigi. He will do 
any work required around the house. Make sure he washes 
his hands before employing him in the kitchen! I must 
leave you now. I will expect you in the office at 8am.'

He nodded and left.

'Are you alright Leasa?'

She looked at him, before nodding. She was more shaken 
than she realised.

'Is the gate locked?' 

Andy nodded.

***

Over the next few weeks' matters went downhill as the 
reality of living in Africa became apparent. On their 
first afternoon, a white man had arrived with two big 
German Shepherds. He announced himself as Mr. Johnson, 
Mr. Hooper's security manager. He then give them a 'pep 
talk' on personal security that had left Leasa close to 
tears with worry. Even Andy had been perturbed. But 
Andy was not a pretty white woman. Leasa was a very 
beautiful white woman and all the African men were very 
aggressive around her. They wanted her and she knew 
that only too well. She was both scared and aroused, 
and scared of being aroused!

The dogs were an enigma. To her shock and secret 
pleasure she discovered they were racist. They barely 
tolerated Solomon and Nigi, and that only because the 
two Africans fed them. If any African came to the gates 
the friendly dogs became snarling savage beasts that 
scared the hell out of Leasa. That was enough for most 
of the visiting Africans to scarper before she had even 
reached the gate to enquire what they want. That was 
good she realised as any potential burglar would know 
about these dogs and stay away.

They had savaged one African who had walked through the 
gates and down the driveway before they could get to 
him. To her surprise the local police had not been 
bothered by this, and had dismissed it as deserving. 
That had shocked Leasa almost as much as the event.

Yet a completely strange white man could walk right up 
to the house and the dogs would just lie in the sun! 
She had decided to feed the dogs herself, and hoped to 
ensure their loyalty to her. Apart from when an African 
was around they were placid, and friendly if powerful 
dogs. She had never had a dog as a pet and had been 
startled at how much pleasure it was to play with them.

They were a bit over friendly at times and sometimes 
they would dart in with intimate sniffs and licks that 
embarrassed Leasa. Sometime the meaningful way they 
looked at her as though expecting something from her, 
made her glad she was not a bitch dog!

***

Inside the villa was indeed paradise.

Outside was Leasa's closest appreciation of hell.

Shops! She snorted.

When she had discovered that if she wanted bread or 
flour she had would have to join a queue of 500 African 
women she had raged with Andy for an hour. Sometimes 
after queuing for an hour in the sun she would discover 
it all sold out and would have to wait for another 
delivery.

She had learned the trick was to pay a bribe to the 
manager of the African department store and he would 
telephone when a deliver was due. She had to pay him 
weekly, and he expected a free grope as part of the 
process!

Groping! Andy had given up trying to stop the African 
men copping a feel when they were out together. It was 
too much effort he said. Get used to it, he had said! 
She had barred him from her bed for a week in 
punishment!

The local water made her ill.

The power supply was sporadic.

The telephone worked sporadically and any request for 
repair she was told had a six month wait!

Andy! He worked from 8am to 6pm then came home and fell 
asleep from the heat! He was tired touchy and 
insensitive to her needs.

Worse!! 

Andy's credit cards did not work here!!!

Not there was much to buy, but she was going to have to 
wait for his first month's pay before she had any money 
to spend.

One evening she had been sitting at her dressing table 
when she had been shaken to see Solomon approach the 
bushes on the far side of the garden. He had then 
casually pulled aside the flap of his overalls and 
relieved himself into the bushes. Leasa had been 
shocked at the size of the black hose that peed a flood 
into the bushes. She had not quite believed it was 
true, but had secretly watched through the lace 
curtains on numerous occasions since. He did indeed fit 
the stereo that black men had big cocks.

The one surprise had been Mr. Hooper who had surprised 
her by being a perfect gentleman. Understanding her 
needs on their third day he had arrived laden with 
flour sugar, bread, fruit, bottled water. Whenever Andy 
was away he had provided a security guard. Had even 
taken her out to dinner in surprisingly good quality 
restaurants. His casual hand on her thigh had been 
enough to deter other Africans from making advances and 
so she had allowed him to leave his hand on her thigh. 

She tell Andy about this.

Nor had he pressed himself on her, which had surprised 
her. Her disappointment that he had not pressed her had 
also been a surprise. She was grateful he had not 
pressed her on the issue.

She was confused.

Which only made her more irritable with Andy.

That lunchtime he had announced that he had been asked 
to go to Mutare and would be away for a while. Leasa 
had been frightened, but could not allow that to show. 
Her fear had found release in a furious row. Andy had 
rushed off with a hastily packed bag.

Now she was alone. It was late in the afternoon. 
Normally when Andy went away a security guard would 
arrive before he had left. Had Andy forgotten to 
arrange the guard!

A very nervous Leasa paced the lawn.

Solomon sat easily on his favourite log and watched the 
stupid white woman.

She was a very beautiful white women, but also very 
stupid. She did not look after her husband. In Africa a 
woman needed a man to look after her. This stupid woman 
drove her husband from her regularly and did not 
understand her own needs. For three weeks she had 
flaunted herself before Solomon and Nigi. Solomon had 
remained impassive and aloof. Poor Nigi was driving 
himself crazy with the local girls.

Solomon's needs were easily met. He had many local 
friends with pretty daughters who did not mind if he 
fucked them. Why should they mind? He let them fuck his 
daughters in return. It had been three days since he 
had fucked pretty little Maia. He was ready to fuck 
again and Mr. Hooper was getting impatient.

It was time...

***

Leasa was wearing a loose wrap that she used to protect 
herself from the worst of the sun. Underneath she was 
wearing her bikini. She knew it drove Nigi wild and 
loved to see his eyes on her when she wore it. She had 
seen him trying to hide his erection from her and 
delighted in teasing him. Now, however, teasing was the 
last thing on her mind.

Was Andy coming back, or had he already left on his 
trip? 

More importantly had he remembered to order the 
security guard?

She was tempted to ring his boss Mr. Hooper but telling 
a black man she was home alone was against everything 
she understood about black men. The last thing she 
wanted was to be in the debt of Mr. Hooper, or even to 
remind him of her existence! 

She wandered around the villa and approached the 
wrought iron gates. They were comfortingly big and 
strong. She sought to look down the street for any sign 
of an approaching security guard who would inevitably 
be walking. She looked both ways. No sign of any guard, 
or returning Andy.

She glanced across at a bunch of Africans sitting just 
along from the gates. They were drinking beers and had 
stopped talking when Leasa had appeared at the gate. 
She saw the unmistakable hungry look in their eyes that 
such men seemed to constantly regard her with. Did they 
sense her disquiet? Could they somehow know? Could they 
be waiting for darkness?

Suddenly she realised that the sunlight was shining 
through her lightweight wrap. Those leering black 
wolves were ogling her body through the virtual see 
through wrap. She pushed away from the gap, switching 
to one side so the garden wall hid her from them. The 
idea of them ogling her retreating derriere was 
suddenly less appealing.

She did not feel safe.

She turned and looked at the gates. They were topped 
with sharp spikes, and razor wire had been laced 
between the spikes. She relaxed slightly. Her gaze 
passed over the wall it was high. About fifteen foot 
high. Even with the help of a colleague hoisting 
another, it would be very difficult to get over the 
wall. She peered closely at the top of the wall. Was 
there cut glass on the top? Any sign of wire? She 
thought she could see something but could not easily 
see the top of the wall. She walked further away, would 
she be able to see the top of the wall from further 
away?

She walked into the middle of the front lawn. Then she 
turned back to survey the wall.

'Christ!'

'Oh Bloody Christ!'

She swore. She looked with horror. There was a tree on 
the other side of the wall. A big tree, and it was 
clear even to Leasa that the tree was as good as a door 
into the villa. The long sturdy branch swept over the 
top of the wall and even dipped and curved as though it 
was a downward stair into the garden. Any even slightly 
determined rapist could climb that tree, slide along 
the branch and drop down into the garden.

'Oh Jesus Bloody Christ!'

The hands on her shoulders made her leap with shock!

'Easy girl...easy,' the hands held her still then 
started to stroke.

'Easy now...relax.'

Leasa recovered and pulled free. She was about to tear 
a strip into Solomon when she realised that only he and 
his son Nigi stood between her and those grinning 
leering men at the gate. Mr. Hooper had told her not to 
rely on Solomon and his son for protection. They were 
employed as domestic servants, not as guards and if 
there was any trouble would probably stay out of the 
way in their huts at the bottom of the villa's garden. 
She had hardly been very nice to them, or even slightly 
considerate. Yesterday she had refused to let Nigi 
leave the villa at midday to buy cigarettes.

Her hand rose to her mouth. She twirled and ran. He 
mustn't see her cry!

Into the villa she ran, she whirled through the villa 
and hurled herself down on the bed and sobbed.

It took her ten minutes to recover herself.

She stood up. She looked at the bedroom door and 
realised it did not have a key. She was going to have 
to ring Mr. Hooper. She hated doing it, but the 
consequences were great. She would only have peace of 
mind after a security guard arrived, and she would have 
that branch lopped off!

She picked up the phone.

There was no dial tone.

In a rage of nervous anger she hurled the phone down on 
the stone patio,

It smashed!

Bastard phones, why had they chosen now not to work! 
She picked up the wreck of the phone, recognising her 
own stupidity. Now even if the line did start working 
again she would not have a phone. No outside contact 
for a week unless she left the villa. It was tempting 
to leave, but to walk alone past those Africans by the 
gate? How far would she get before the following pack 
pulled her into the bushes! 

They were like vultures waiting for darkness.

She trembled.

She must remain calm.

She must show that she was not afraid.

She trembled again because she was afraid.

But she must not show it.

She would go on the lawn and sunbathe. Then she could 
watch the garden walls without anyone realising what 
she was doing.

She took a bottle of wine into the garden.

Poured herself a glass and drank it in one, its 
coolness desperately needed. Steady girl she told 
herself. She poured another glass then set it to one 
side. She would lie down and relax.

After a while Solomon came over. 

'Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but you really should put 
some sun cream on. This sun is still very fierce even 
in the late afternoon. The wrap will not be sufficient 
protection.'

He was right. Even now Leasa could feel the tingling 
that suggested she had been in two much sun.

'Let me ma'am.' Leasa watched in mild alarm as Solomon 
poured the cream into his large black hands, before 
reaching for her own slim hand. She allowed him to take 
her hand and was startled when he started by 
concentrating on her fingers, working the cream in, 
stretching and pulling and making sure the cream got 
between her fingers. She had half expected him to 
immediately start using this massage as cover for 
touching her up. She was startled by his concentration 
on her fingers. She looked up at him.

It was the first time she had really looked at him.

He was a sixty year old man who had not reacted once to 
her skimpy clad attire. Not once had she seen him 
secretly ogling her. He was always impassive. Even now 
his face was a study on concentration as he worked the 
cream into her wrist. She relaxed and lay back on her 
carpet.

His hands worked there way up her arm with a deft touch 
that would have made a professional proud. Once 
finished he started on her other arm. Then he worked on 
her toes and that was delightful. No man had ever been 
this attentive to her toes.

When he started working up her legs she parted them 
slightly to allow easier access without fear or 
concern. He did indeed have magic hands. She dozed. 
Eased by the warmth, and the soothing hands. Her 
emotional turmoil overcame her and she slipped into a 
hazy doze.

She was startled back into awareness by the sudden 
awareness that his hands were gliding over the soft 
inner skin of her upper thigh. A black man's hands were 
close to the top of her thighs. Close to her feminine 
centre. She tensed. Waiting for him to cop a feel. What 
should she do if he felt her? If she slapped him, then 
it was unlikely he would stir from his bed while 
burglars and rapists forced their way into her bedroom. 
But if she just let him touch her...allow a black man 
to touch her down there. 

That was impossible!

Meanwhile his hands continues to circle and smooth. His 
face remained impassive as he applied more oil on his 
hands. Then he moved higher, his hand moving over her 
stomach in slow easy curves. She relaxed. He was not 
going to grope her. So many Africans would have done. 
She did not know what she would have done. She cursed 
to herself as she realised a dark primitive side of her 
was regretting his failure to fondle her.

His hands worked higher. Then switched to her 
shoulders. They worked lower, and lower, soon they 
would be on her nearly bare breasts!

'Would you like to take your top off?'

Leasa looked up surprised. He had asked! He had not 
simply slipped his hands inside her top. He had asked 
her to take it off! She looked up at his eyes. 
Impassive. How could a man remain impassive when his 
oiled hands had explored her body so?

'No,' she gasped at him. Trying to sound annoyed, but 
it her words came out in a breathy gasp. She was 
shocked at the sound of her own voice.

She rolled away from him, onto her stomach, before 
looking back at him.

'Ok.'

His hands reached for her shoulders, and she hung her 
head and allowed a black man's hands to massage and 
cream her white perfection. If anyone in Charleston 
could see her now she would be ruined socially! But she 
was not in Charleston. She was deep in Africa on a 
plateau 4,000 feet above sea level, and she was alone!

She lay back flat on the blanket and allowed him to 
continue this marvellous massage. She tensed when his 
fingers unclipped her swimsuit top, but then relaxed as 
his hands continued to massage into her back.

When his hands slid down the side of her body she 
tensed. She tried to control her breathing as strong 
black hands casually caressed the sides of her breasts! 
He could not realise the effect of his hands on her! He 
couldn't! She struggled hard against a desire to raise 
her body slightly. High enough so that his hands could 
slide underneath and cup her full breasts. She cursed 
herself but managed to remain flat on the blanket. 
Appalled by the heady sexual stimulation.

He was sixty years old she told herself. He was black! 
His face was impassive! He could not realise what he 
was doing to her!

After a moment his hands returned to her back moving 
lower, in gliding, smoothing motions. She relaxed 
again, but her breathing was haggard. She hid her face 
in her arms as hands started to oil the backs of legs. 
Soon his hands would started sliding up her legs, 
sliding up to her upper thighs, ever closer to her 
feminine core.

A pussy, she was shocked to realise, that was wet and 
pulpy.

Oh God, she thought to herself. What is the matter with 
me!

For God's sake don't let him know he has me excited!

Her shoulders shook with excitement and seemed to gulp 
for breath as a large strong hand slid high up her 
inner thigh from behind. She stilled herself sought to 
clarify her breathing. He was oiling the tops of her 
thighs now. Then his hands moved to her waist and edged 
down to her bottom.

His hands casually and authoritively tapped the side of 
her hips.

Without thinking she raised her hips and allowed 
Solomon to slide the bikini bottoms over her hips and 
down her long shapely legs.

She froze in shock at the realisation of what he had 
just done!

How calmly he had let her know his needs and 
automatically she had allowed him to remove her bikini 
bottom! She could not believe how easily he had 
achieved their removal. She glanced quickly at him over 
her shoulder. His face remained impassive as he poured 
more oil on his hands. He was going to oil her bottom 
now. Leasa hid her hands in her arms and hunkered down. 
Desperate to pretend what was happening was just a 
normal massage, but also desperate that it was not!

She cursed her self. He was black! Remember her 
heritage!

Then strong oiled hands began to massage her bottom. 
She struggled to suppress a groan of passion. His hands 
were firm and so strong. He massaged hard squeezing and 
moulding her bottom in his grip. This was not simply 
applying sun cream to her bottom. His hands were 
lighting a fire in her loins and she struggled to keep 
her hips still. She so desperately wanted to push them 
back up into his hands.

In a moment all changed.

His oiled hand dipped between her legs. Two fat 
experienced finger slid across the folds of her pussy, 
which flowered open like a flower welcoming the sun. 
The tips lightly caressed her clitoris then rose back 
up. His other hand settled into the small of her back, 
which seemed to force her hips up higher.

Leasa's whimper turned into a shout as two strong black 
fingers were thrust up inside her!

Her loins spasmed. Her hips bucked, held fast as they 
were by the hand in the small of her back. The most 
intense orgasm she had ever experienced racked her 
body. Solomon held his fingers stationery inside her as 
she squirmed and shook. It seemed to go on for ever! 
When her passion finally subsided. Solomon reached down 
with his fingers and lightly tweaked her clitoris. 

Leasa shrieked as incredibly another orgasm set her off 
again.

Magic fingers! Leasa's mind was in turmoil.

She rolled over on to her back, and stared up at 
Solomon.

Her hands rose up to hide her breast.

Her legs rose up together to shield her centre from his 
gaze. 

Solomon raises himself and confidently begins 
undressing... slowly without any rush... confident he 
was the new man-of-the-house. As he undressed Leasa saw 
the enormous horse-cock about to be used on her...yet 
she just lay there, in wait, and in shock over my own 
need.

His cock is not hanging low now. It is erect, hard and 
throbbing. A 60 year old black man with a hard black 
cock and all I could do was stare at it. She looked up 
at his face.

Impassive.

She shivered, how could he look impassive when he has a 
hard black cock he was going to use on her?

Use on her...

The shocking thought ran around her brain.

He was going to fuck me...and she was not going to stop 
him!

She was going to let a black man fuck me!

Her eyes dropped back to his cock. It must have been 9 
inches long, and it thick as well! Gnarled with veins, 
heavy black balls filled with sperm that had sired 25 
children.

Sudden fear struck Leasa. Her bleeding was not due for 
another week. It would be safe to have sex with him 
wouldn't it!

Solomon reached down with a casual flick of his wrist 
he tapped her knees apart. Leasa was shocked at the 
ways her knees flopped apart in response. He dropped 
between her spread thighs. Leasa's hands came up to 
hold him off. He caught her wrists and pulled them up 
above her head. His eyes locked with hers, and he 
smiled.

Leasa's breath caught in her throat. She watched as his 
eyes roved over her body, and was shocked as her own 
body responded. She tilted up her breasts and raised 
her hips, spreading her legs wider. 

She was displaying herself, offering herself to him and 
flushed with desire and shame at her own behaviour, the 
soft pink glow of her flush only enhancing her 
desirability.

Solomon did not need any further inducement.

He was hard and he was ready.

His eyes met the flushed sparkling eyes of the American 
woman.

'Put it in.'

He released her hand from his grip.

'No...no...I couldn't.'

Solomon grinned.

'I am being polite, the men outside the gates of this 
villa will not be so polite.'

'You black bastard!' Solomon took no offence. He just 
grinned.

'Put it in.'

Leasa bit her lip. The idea of taking hold of a man's 
cock was anathema to her. She had never touched Andy's 
cock in three years of marriage. Touching a cock was a 
dirty filthy act! Touching a black man's cock was the 
worst thing she could imagine doing.

But if she did not do as he asked then anything could 
happen. Andy might not be back for a week.

Andy!

It was his fault.

If he had not been so insensitive she would not have 
been bitchy to him. He should have changed his ways, 
instead he had got angry! He should have controlled his 
temper! What she was going to do now was his fault!

She looked up at Solomon with soulful, appealing eyes, 
eyes that had dazzled men since she had first learned 
how to get sweets out of them as a child. Her eyes 
would work on Solomon, a poor black African gardener. 
So she stared up into his impassive eyes.

'Put it in.'

Bastard!

But this time she only thought it. She had enough 
restraint, enough fear of the consequences. She 
swallowed and allowed her hand to journey down between 
their bodies.

She was going to take a black man's cock inside her! It 
not her fault it was Andy's. Solomon had a huge big 
cock and he wanted it up her.

'It won't fit.'

'Let's find out shall we?'

Leasa's full breasts were rising and falling rapidly. 
He had taken advantage of her earlier when he was 
oiling her. That had been her excuse to herself. But 
this was different she was going to take another man's 
cock and direct it into her body. Then that body was 
going to crush her with its masculine strength while 
the bastard had his way with her.

Leasa struggled with the shame of the knowledge of her 
own excitement. If only she did not have to touch it! 
Her hand finally grasped Solomon's cock and she nearly 
fainted with the sensation that swept over her.

Oh God!

She was shocked at the feel of his cock. When Andy took 
her it was hot, hard and thrusting, and that was how 
she thought of his cock. Solomon's cock in her hand was 
warm, soft and silky to the touch. She was quite 
startled. While the outside was soft the skin seemed to 
cover a steel bar. The contrast was remarkable. While 
Andy's cock was hard it still seemed floppy. This 
monster was like an iron pole with a soft exterior.

'Put it in,' Solomon's voice seemed harder, more 
demanding and Leasa was shocked out of the reverie she 
had sunk into holding his cock. She swallowed, her 
hands slid over the length of his cock. She was both 
shocked and alarmed by its length. Finally she grasped 
it near its head and pushed it down towards her pussy. 
She shivered when the hot head slid across the soft 
satiny skin of her inner thigh.

The thick head ran over her vulva seemingly parting the 
lower lips further, until it was finally in the right 
place. She looked up at Solomon then winced as he 
thrust.

It hurt, a bludgeon of hot iron thrusting at her soft 
opening. Rudely pushing the entrance to her love tunnel 
apart. The pain receded as she became accustomed to the 
thick girth. It was so thick!

She was stretched and full. Then Solomon thrust again 
and another three inches slip up her resisting channel.

Leasa moaned. It hurt this opening up of her. Hurt 
almost as much as that vile time when Andy took her 
virginity. Solomon was nothing but a brute beast to 
force this pain on her. She whimpered.

Solomon responded by thrusting deeper.

Leasa whimpered again. The beast, the black beast was 
taking her! A moment of confused excitement sent a 
thrill through her before Leasa could suppress it.

Her hand tightened on his cock. Perhaps she could stop 
him thrusting deeper. Then the realisation swept over 
her. He had that cock deeper inside her than her 
beloved Andy had ever achieved and there was more to 
come! Her whole hand still grasped that cock and yet so 
much had been thrust up inside already! 

It was so long! Shockingly long! She tried to grasp his 
cock, but Solomon thrust again. Her hand was pushed up 
against his body. Only her slim white hand prevented 
more thick inches of black cock from pushing further 
inside her. 

She grasped that cock tightly to try and prevent it 
going deeper. Already the length inside her must be 
ripping her open. Her muscles clamped on the cock and 
she could feel the exciting length inside her. She 
could feel it throb and pulse, hot and alive in its 
lust. It was so hard!

Shocked she realised her thoughts had switched from 
pain to excitement. Exciting pulses of pleasure were 
beginning to surge outwards from her loin. Her clasping 
muscles were transmitting that pleasure. Shocked she 
stopped squeezing his cock and she felt it edge deeper!

With sudden inspiration she reached down between his 
legs and grasped his the tight sack of his testicles. 
His balls were hairy and hot. They had tightened up. If 
she played with his balls the presence of her hand 
would prevent him thrusting deeper.

She lightly and softly caressed the motor of his 
passion. Inside these balls semen was surging with 
excitement and desire to be shot up inside her body.

'Oh My God!' Her hand pulled away and she pushed at 
Solomon!

'Please Oh God! Please take into out! Don't come inside 
me....' Her voice trailed off as Solomon thrust the 
last inches of his cock up inside her! She had taken it 
all! Leasa trembled at the pleasure that shot through 
her at that last thrust. The pain had receded.

To be replaced by hot pleasing pleasure.

Her head fell back, the golden tresses framed her 
lovely face.

Her eyes closed and she clasped the blanket trying 
desperately to suppress and control her body's reaction 
to the black invader. Solomon had paused. She did not 
dare look at him. Did not trust her voice, or her eyes. 
She tried to focus on the fierce grip of her hands on 
the blanket.

Then nine inches of thick black cock started to move 
inside her body.

She wailed.

A fierce desperate wail of lost control as her lithe 
shapely white legs rose up and clasped the dark body of 
her gardener closer.

'Ohhhh Nooooo...Ahhhhh.... God! Nooooo!'

Even as her white clasping legs wrapped around the 
black frame urged him on her voice broke out in sobbing 
excited pants.

'Please...Oh please... don't come inside me!'

Solomon increased the rate of his thrusting, settling 
into a savage rhythm that left Leasa breathless and 
straining with excitement and pleasure.

This was so wrong.

A 60 year old man. 

A Black man. 

This should not be. It was wrong that such a man should 
be able to get her so excited. Her hands rose and 
sought to push him away, even as her heels dug into his 
thighs and urged him on and in.

'Ooooooh...Oooh...Haa... arghhhhh.'

She opened her eyes and looked into the impassive face 
of Solomon!

How could he remain impassive! While his cock was 
thrusting so pleasurably inside her his eyes remained 
calm and untroubled? Almost serene, his manner was a 
stark contract to her own growing passion. She could 
not believe he could remain so in control of himself. 
Was he not enjoying his taking of her?

The arrogant cocky bastard!

His constant battering of her loins with his black 
pile-driver overcame her musings as she grasped him 
tight. She opened her self wider and accepted with a 
thrill with the realisation that she had every nine 
inches of his black length deep insider her quaking and 
over excited pussy.

She struggled to contain her own passion and failed. 
Her pretty blonde head fell back and she wailed in deep 
and breathy passion.

'Ooooooooh... Oh! Oh! Oh! Huh... huh... Oh God! Arghh! 
Yessss!'

The 60 year old African took his pleasure between the 
lovely, spread, white thighs of another man's wife.

He would plant his seed in Leasa just as he had planted 
his seed in the wives of the last 10 expat wives Mr. 
Hooper had employed him to break in. It was so easy. 
Leasa has been so easy. He had recognised the 
unfulfilled need expressed in her temper and edginess. 
The tart behaviour to her husband reflected a hidden 
need to provoke her husband into a more firm hand with 
her. Andy was a fool, and that pleased Solomon because 
it had made his job so much easier.

He could sense her fertility. Smell those changes in 
her that reflected a receptive womb. He would have her 
womb seeded by the end of the week. Then he could 
introduce her to his brothers and sons to try out. Mr. 
Hooper would be pleased she had been broken in so 
quickly.

She was perfect slut material, a classy and beautiful 
American blond with a desperate if little understood 
need to be dominated. A husband who was not forceful 
enough to meet her needs was unlikely to provide much 
of an obstacle to Mr. Hooper's plans. Mr. Hooper would 
pay him a bonus of one hundred Zimbabwe dollars, but he 
would make far more from the deliciously tight opening 
between her legs and those soft gloss lined lips. 
Solomon did not mind that another would reap the 
financial reward. Bedding a series of pretty white 
wives, and occasionally very young and pretty teenage 
daughters was an opportunity most Africans would not 
have.

A secure job, regular pay, a home over his head and a 
bonus whenever he screwed a white woman! What more 
could a man want!

'Ahhh...Oh. God, yes.... oh you big cocked bastard... 
what are you doing to me!'

Solomon looked down at the excited passionate eyes of 
Leasa. They were beginning to lose their focus. Good 
she would come soon. He was ready to release his seed. 
He preferred to release his seed just as a woman 
achieved her orgasm. He was sure that increased the 
chances of conception. He had always managed to achieve 
a remarkable amount of self control on such issues, but 
this first time he would struggle to time his orgasm to 
the increasingly passionate woman beneath him.

Leasa writhed underneath the thrusting African. 
Appalled and delighted at the exquisite sensations 
throbbing out from her loins as the huge black cock 
ravaged her over-excited womanhood. Sex had never been 
like this with Andy. Her husband was too gentle and 
considerate to generate the excitement she felt as this 
60 year old African rutted fiercely between her legs!

Her arms ceased pushing him away and sought to pull him 
closer. Incredibly her hips starting twisting and 
humping back onto the huge cock thrusting so deeply and 
thickly inside her.

'Oooohhh...oooooh.... yes... yes!' as her hips worked 
faster.

Solomon grunted and Leasa's eyes flashed up to his 
face. It was the first sound he had made! She was 
surprised to see the pupils of his eyes had widened, 
and there seemed to be a flickering light in those dark 
orbs. That impassivity was failing! Delighted in this 
discovery she ran her hands over his dark chest, before 
wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer.

Her lithe legs clasped him even closer, as she began a 
feverish circling humping. Determined to smash that 
impassivity by the pleasure she was giving him. She 
would show him!

'Oh yes....yes... fuck me Solomon... fuck me!'

The hot spreading surge in her loins at first confused 
Leasa. Then she realised she was experiencing the hot 
surge of sperm shooting into her body! She had made him 
come! He was shooting such a hot heavy load inside she 
could actually feel it, and then as if the first surge 
was only a preliminary relief. A further sudden hot 
surge signalled Solomon's orgasm.

Leasa clasped him tight and shook in her own orgasmic 
reaction.

***

At this point the Leasa's e-mails shortened and 
eventually dried up. I gather this is some of what 
followed:

1) Leasa was shocked and appalled at being expected to 
lick Solomon clean afterwards, 

2) Afterwards Solomon gave her to his son Nigi, after 
all it is her beauty and flaunting of that beauty that 
has given him a permanent hard on for the last few 
weeks by being instructed to suck him until his cock is 
soft. At 17 it took a lot of sucking before Nigi had 
had enough!

3) Leasa woke in the morning to shockingly discover 
herself sleeping next to a 60 year old African man. An 
African who still wakes with a hard on....

4) The week developed with Solomon proceeding with his 
gardening at his usual slow pace. At various and 
unexpected times he decides to take Leasa. Willing, 
ready or not. When he decided to take her he took her. 
Leasa finding this very frustrating, she had lost 
control. Solomon seems impervious to her beauty and 
charm. When he wanted her he took her, but ignores her 
otherwise. Shockingly she found her self preparing 
herself for him. Spending time in front of the mirror 
again, trying the skimpiest clothes, trying the 
sophisticate lady style, trying to find any trigger 
that make him desire her on her terms!

5) Then the day before Andy is due to return she is 
shocked to see Solomon opening the gate and allowing 
the circle of African men outside the gate inside. She 
flees into the villa. Solomon brings them into the 
villa. Appalled she seeks to discover what is going on. 
Solomon introduces his eldest son, a man of 40, and 
three other sons. 

Then he introduces three of his brothers and two of 
their sons. Leasa is shocked to discover the crowd 
outside the gate had been Solomon's family and not 
strangers! She tries to stay as far from them as 
possible. Solomon returns from the kitchen with a crate 
of beer. Then he tells her to take her dress off. 
Shocked Leasa objects but Solomon cuts her dead and 
tells her again to take her dress off. Leasa stood in 
front of this crowd of leering African men as her hands 
rise up and stripped at Solomon's command.

6) Andy's return. A bit sheepish and apologetic and a 
little fearful. Leasa angry and confused. Part of her 
is angry that he is back. Will this mean less sex with 
Solomon? After a heated and apologetic Andy learns that 
his beloved pretty wife has been repeatedly raped in 
his absence. He curses his folly in not phoning for a 
guard. Leasa demand his apology on his knees, demands 
his show of acceptance and penance by kissing her poor 
ravished pussy better. Andy appalled to discover that 
Leasa last 'rape' could not have been too long ago! 
Leasa, however, insists he continues! 

He asks for the name of the rapist? Leasa disdainfully 
replies 'She cannot be seriously expected to keep track 
of the names of every African who puts his cock up her 
this last week!' Crushed Andy continues licking. Later 
after Andy has made love to her and fallen asleep. 
Leasa sneaks out into the garden 'to think'. Strong 
arms encircle her and draw her down to the grass. She 
found herself apologising to Solomon for allowing her 
husband to make love to her. Solomon dismisses it. He 
does not mind if her husband has lubricated her in 
advance. To Leasa's delight his nine inch cock slides 
quickly and easily up her.

7) Solomon warned her he could lose his job if she is 
not 'nice to Mr. Hooper. Leasa was taken off for the 
afternoon by Mr. Hooper who vigorously took her anal 
virginity before announcing to Leasa that she will be 
going to dinner with one of his business associates 
next week. Then he leaves her still bound naked over a 
wooden trestle table. To her horror one of his guard 
dogs wanders over attracted by the smell of sex and 
licks her clean. To her further horror the dog gives 
her another orgasm.

8) Leasa told me she found herself in a hotel bedroom 
with an old fat African business associate and could 
not believe her own level of excitement as his hands 
slid up under her dress. 

9) After a few months Mr. Hooper brought around a cute 
14 year old white girl for Leasa to baby-sit while he 
'breaks in' her mother. He tells her to explain to the 
girl about sex and African men. Shocked and appalled 
Leasa refuse to have anything to do with the corruption 
of the girl. Mr. Hooper tells that if she does not co-
operate he will have Solomon transferred to the new 
families villa. Leasa is torn between her natural 
concern for a young girl, and the loss of Solomon. She 
introduces her to Solomon and is alarmed to see the 
reaction of Solomon to this pretty young white girl. 

For the first time ever she sees that impassive face 
transformed into the usual sexual hunger she is used to 
seeing in African men, but this hunger is directed at 
this young girl not her! Troubled she is even more 
eager to please him. She allows him to make love to her 
on the lawn conscious of the girl watching through the 
curtains of her bedroom. Later she takes to the girl 
and allows her to watch from a hidden position as she 
relieved Nigi from his usual daily erection. Solomon 
took her to the shops and tells her not to make a scene 
but just let the Africans fondle, 'they will get tired 
of it eventually.'

Unfortunately Lease's e-mails tapered off. Their later 
sporadic nature was the reason for me just adding new 
bits to the above as she told me of them.

END

(Amended and edited after being first published on 
DarkSecret.com)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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