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Michelle's Story - 2
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Michelle travels to Africa with her husband and she 
never expects to be blackmailed by Sarge, the airport 
security officer. Her story unfolds with her being 
unable to get out of the country and she winds up 
learning many new African customs. (MF, nc, bi, intr, 
blkmail, mc, orgy)

***

Author Note: Please email me with your comments or 
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the 
time to email. This short story was written for a 
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and 
satisfy her.

I receive many requests from loyal readers to do 
stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story 
properly. After receiving this request from Michelle, I 
decided to try doing a real short story for her and see 
if it comes off okay. See what you think.

This chapter turned out longer than I anticipated so I 
am making two chapters, which I will post in quick 
succession. 

***

PART 2

Michelle's life was in turmoil and she prayed that her 
husband was okay. Sarge's henchmen had taken Rodney to 
a hotel and he was ordered to remain there until Sarge 
sent for him. The officer's orders had sent a shiver of 
fear down Michelle's spine. "Emu! Take our beautiful 
guest to my compound. My wife is expecting a guest... 
she will take good care of her," Sarge had said over 
the building's intercom.

Michelle couldn't believe her husband would allow such 
a thing but then she realized Rodney really didn't have 
any choice. Emu was ecstatic that the gorgeous, white 
woman was staying. "I take you to Sarge's home. You 
stay there... until you free to go. Sarge come soon... 
then we go his house. Mosi take husband to hotel... he 
stay there," the guard informed Michelle.

Sarge purposely left the intercom switch in the 'On' 
position merely to taunt his beautiful hostage. 
"Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night. You come 
my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for 
my superior," he said making sure his voice was loud 
and clear. "Your charming wife will stay in my 
mansion... for the next while. Until all the election 
details are finished... and our junta is duly elected 
by the people."

Michelle could hear Sarge laughing at this redundant 
humor but she found nothing funny about his bold 
statements. The ruling junta was the only political 
party running in the election and it was a foregone 
conclusion that they would win. Just before the big, 
commanding Emu took her arm in an effort to get 
Michelle out of the offices and into the limo, she 
heard Sarge's gruff voice again. "Your gorgeous wife 
needs a holiday... and I plan to see that she gets it. 
Yes... she gets it good... I want my black cock in her 
belly so that she has my baby!"

Michelle heard her husband make some feeble excuses 
that she could not stay in the country. Suddenly 
Sarge's revelations stunned her. "I have recorded 
everything... everything your wife did. The 
international committee would not think kindly of your 
wife taking advantage of our hospitality," he said. "I 
never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife... 
she squirms on big, black cocks, no? She make good 
Blackman whore."

Her whole body quivered at the disgusting man's 
revelations. "We not hurt her... just fuck her. Whore 
likes big, black cock," Sarge said knowing Michelle 
could overhear. "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to 
swell... Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"

Michelle didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the 
outlandish allegations. "After all, Rodney... you are a 
trusted government representative... and she took 
advantage of our trust." Sarge made it sound like 
everything was her fault and that Michelle had 
instigated the sexual affair. "I have evidence of your 
wife seducing my guards... also evidence of you... when 
you smuggle drugs into my country."

She was totally distraught but there didn't seem to be 
any way out of the disparaging situation. Michelle 
thought back to their arrival in the airport where 
Sarge was the chief security officer. That seemed like 
eons ago and so much had happened since then. From the 
moment she and Rodney stepped off the airplane, they 
had a target on their backs. Sarge managed to use a 
devious scheme to gain full control over the couple. He 
secretly recorded everything that happened during the 
long, painful interrogations and then used the trumped-
up incriminating evidence to blackmail the couple.

Rodney's long, spotless career would be finished if his 
government found out about Sarge's allegations that he 
tried to smuggle drugs into the country. Of course the 
aggregations were groundless but they still cast 
suspicion on Rodney's unblemished record. Everything 
seemed to snowball once Michelle was taken into Sarge's 
interrogation room and before Rodney could put a stop 
to it, his innocent wife was under Sarge's complete 
control.

Suddenly Rodney found himself led outside by Mosi to a 
waiting limo and Michelle wound up in the backseat of 
another limousine with Sarge sitting beside her. She 
realized now the African trip with her husband had been 
a dire mistake, but it was much too late to go back in 
time. Rodney was distraught with the numerous 
possibilities of what Michelle would be forced to 
endure during the next 24 hours. It would be utter 
misery suffering that many hours not knowing what would 
be happening to his wife.

Rodney contemplated the possibility of Michelle's 
fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her 
destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and 
worried by the most vivid visualization of his wife 
being manhandled by the domineering African. Most 
troubling were the vivid images of her trusting back at 
her rapists, as if she was enjoying it. The hotel was 
only a short distance from the airport and it didn't 
take Rodney long to get settled into the plush, yet 
restrictive surroundings.

***

Emu drove the limo into Sarge's long, curved driveway 
and stopped in front of the sprawling residence of his 
superior. The house would have been considered stately 
even by American standards. Emu quickly got out of the 
driver's seat and went around the car to open the back 
door. Sarge exited the limo and he turned around 
putting his hand out to assist his beautiful guest. 
"Come my dear... you will meet my family."

It sounded more like an order than a request. Michelle 
slowly took the outstretched hand. She reluctantly got 
out of the car knowing the world, as she knew it, had 
ended. She had to force her legs to work properly and 
followed the uniformed officer into a large vestibule. 
They were met by a group of women who were of all ages 
and children ranging in age from early to mid teens.

"Zelda, my wife, will show you to a room. Please make 
yourself at home... you'll be here a few days," Sarge 
said. "Tonight we rest... tomorrow, we have 
celebration."

Before Michelle could do anything, Sarge's wife grabbed 
her hand. Zelda was a very strong woman and she had 
little difficulty coaxing Michelle to follow her. The 
woman led the way up a big set of stairs and into a 
large bedroom before Michelle knew what happened. "They 
bad... Sarge and his rotten men... they bad. Come! It 
is late. Take off... we bathe," Zelda said.

Michelle's mouth hung open. She was utterly amazed that 
Zelda could speak English so well but then she assumed 
the woman came from nobility. Michelle looked around 
the vast room and she noticed the posh surroundings. 
There were two beds against one wall and still plenty 
of room for a large dresser and a couple of 
nightstands. The big beds were richly decorated and the 
furniture was of the highest quality.

Across the room was the largest bathroom she had ever 
seen. It was a wide-open design with plush carpet and 
two steps leading up to the elevated area. There was a 
large vanity with wall-to-wall mirrors giving the area 
a marvelous affect. Gleaming white tile covered the 
bathroom floor making the room look neat and sparkling 
clean. There were two marble sinks and a large walk-in 
tub obviously for bathing, which looked like it could 
hold many people. The tub was at floor level and the 
water had steam drifting off the surface, radiating a 
most welcoming appearance.

Michelle looked through an open doorway into what 
appeared to be a small room where a person could have 
privacy for those more personal, bodily functions. She 
was suddenly overwhelmed by the luxurious amenities and 
with the thought of a relaxing hot bath seeming like 
the perfect solution to her vexing dilemma. 

Zelda was extremely proud of her lavish home. Sarge's 
high ranking in the ruling junta afforded his family 
many luxuries and Zelda felt very privileged. She stood 
beside Michelle waiting for the woman to get familiar 
with the surroundings. "We bathe. You have long day... 
need to relax," she whispered taking Michelle's arm. "I 
help... I bathe with you and we relax... soak in nice 
hot water."

Zelda pulled Michelle across the wide room and 
cautioned her to remove her shoes before stepping on 
the slippery tile floor. Then they entered the tub area 
where Zelda quickly stripped off all of her brightly 
colored clothes. She left them crumpled on the floor 
and turned to face Michelle. Before Michelle could stop 
the woman, Zelda's hands were all over her body undoing 
and unfastening her clothes. Michelle felt it was 
better to become a welcomed guest in the woman's home, 
and she reluctantly allowed Zelda to strip most of her 
clothing.

When Zelda spoke candidly and sort of matter-of-factly, 
Michelle felt embarrassed. "Nice... Sarge like big 
ones. He like titties like that," Zelda said. "Come... 
I wash. You relax... let me wash beautiful body."

Michelle was dumbstruck by Zelda's revelations and 
demands. She couldn't think of any way to avoid getting 
into the tub with her and halfheartedly finished 
removing her last garments. Then she took a closer look 
at the woman. Zelda was slightly taller than she was 
and the woman's body was slender. She appeared in great 
physical shape with long, muscular legs and a fairly 
slim waist even though she was a mother of four 
children.

Michelle couldn't help but glance at Zelda's chest, 
which was engraved with a striking tattoo. Her boobs 
were small with a little sag and the black tattoo 
seemed to be a raised etching of some African symbol. 
The drawing blended into Zelda's dark skin and covered 
the top portion of her left tit rising almost up to her 
shoulder. Michelle quickly diverted her eyes not 
wanting to give the impression she was staring at the 
woman.

Zelda quickly jumped into the tub and put out her hand 
in an inviting fashion towards her guest. Michelle 
slowly approached the edge of the tub and she gingerly 
stepped into the hot water. It felt consuming and 
Michelle immediately sensed the weight of despair leave 
her entire body, as she sat down. She couldn't do a 
thing and Zelda insisted on washing and cleansing her 
all over. It was a strange feeling to have someone 
touch her in places that had sexual connotations, but 
Zelda didn't seem to have any intention of starting any 
lovemaking.

Zelda scrubbed Michelle's chest and upper body 
including her breasts. When the woman scrubbed her 
boobs and nipples, Michelle felt embarrassed when they 
stiffened, but Zelda didn't seem to pay attention to 
the hardened buds. It was strange for Michelle to have 
someone touch and fondle her without it becoming sexual 
or erotic.

Suddenly the woman waved her hand at Michelle's shaved 
pelvis. She marveled at how beautiful it looked for a 
woman to do such an uncommon thing. "Pussy look very 
attractive... You do it for husband?" Zelda asked.

Michelle didn't know what to say so she merely nodded 
her head while giving a swift response. "Yes. Rodney 
likes me clean... and shaven."

"I do it... surprise Sarge," Zelda said cheerfully. Her 
bush rivaled a dense forest and she vowed to try 
shaving it so she could see the surprised look on her 
husband's face. "Tomorrow... you help?"

All of a sudden Michelle was immensely mortified when 
Zelda's children rushed into the room. Although it was 
not common for parents in America to let their children 
see them naked, the custom was obviously different 
here. Michelle tried in vain to cover herself with her 
hands, as the giggling kids peeked at her. Zelda was 
holding the only washcloth and all the towels were ten 
feet away so Michelle tried to stay under the water.

There were three girls and one boy in the group and 
they kept staring at the naked white woman. It was not 
only because of her unusual beauty but also the kids 
had only seen black men and women naked. They giggled 
and whispered to each other, but never took their eyes 
from Michelle's suggestive body, which was only 
slightly concealed by the bath water.

Being naked never bothered Zelda. She merely yelled at 
the kids to be quiet and stop acting so childish. 
Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the 
woman to give her something to wear. Suddenly one of 
the girls who appeared to be in her early teens came 
right up to Michelle. She spoke in her native tongue 
but it was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out 
of the tub.

There was a soft, padded stool beside the tub and the 
girl pointed to it. Then her mother spoke. "Ayira will 
put lotion on... sit. She make body nice and soft... 
smooth with cream," Zelda said confirming her 
daughter's wishes. "Ayira good with hands... she 
massage, make muscles feel much better."

Zelda got out of the tub with a splash. She grabbed 
Michelle by the arm and although she tried to resist, 
Michelle was coerced onto her feet. Putting her hands 
up to shield her bare breasts seemed like the silliest 
thing to do, but Michelle couldn't think of anything 
else. She never acted brazenly at any time in her past, 
and suddenly realized her face was turning beat-red 
with embarrassment.

Michelle looked around at all the excited faces and her 
face got even redder. She noticed that the boy's eyes 
were big and round, and they never left her alluring 
chest. Suddenly Zelda took charge. She shouted orders 
to her children and had everything organized before 
Michelle realized what was going on. Another stool was 
brought over to the tub for Zelda and suddenly both 
women had something to sit on.

Zelda ordered one of her daughters to apply lotion to 
her body while instructing Ayira to do the same to 
Michelle. Totally embarrassed by her childish cover-up, 
Michelle sat motionless on the stool. She reluctantly 
let her arms dangle at her sides, the same as Zelda was 
doing, and both girls went to work. The girls started 
applying lotion to shoulders, and then all over each 
woman's back. Ayira's expert application had a 
massaging affect, which immediately brought relief to 
Michelle's tired muscles.

Suddenly Ayira rolled around Michelle's body and began 
applying lotion to her front. Michelle desperately 
wanted to put her hands up to stop the girl but knew it 
would be perceived the wrong way. She glanced over at 
Zelda and noticed her other daughter was carefully 
coating her dark skin with plenty of the special 
massaging oil.

Ayira purposely saved the best for last and it was the 
most fascinating procedure when the girl massaged 
Michelle's big breasts. Zelda even voiced her 
displeasure when her daughter wiped the oily cream all 
over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the 
enlarged nipples. The girl squeezed both nipples at the 
same time and pulled outward until they each slipped 
out of her greased fingertips. Ayira did this several 
times, laughing each time, until her mother ordered her 
to stop.

Then the girl applied the lotion to Michelle's lower 
extremities. Ayira coated her legs, hips and all of the 
bare skin that she could reach. When the girl looked 
her straight in the eyes, and said something, Michelle 
perceived what she wanted. She reluctantly spread her 
legs just enough for Ayira's dainty hand to slip 
between her milky thighs. It took the girl no time to 
coat every inch of Michelle's crotch with oil.

Michelle thought the meaningful massage would never 
end. Her breathing was testament of the affect the 
girl's caresses were having on her resolve and Michelle 
swore for acting like such a fool. Suddenly Zelda was 
standing next to her holding out a long dressing gown. 
Michelle jumped up from the stool and she grabbed the 
garment out of Zelda's hands. She immediately donned 
the gown with a wonderful feeling that her nudity was 
finally covered.

Zelda told Michelle that the one bed was for her and 
she would sleep in the other. Then the woman gave 
instructions to her children that it was time for bed. 
Michelle could see the great displeasure on their faces 
from what their mother told them. They hesitated and 
seemed overly reluctant to leave the room. Suddenly the 
oldest was arguing with her mother and it didn't take 
long before Michelle saw Zelda's shoulders shrug, as if 
conceiting to her daughter's wishes.

That brought a quick response from her son. After a 
fleeting argument, he too smiled with triumph when his 
mother relented. Michelle looked questioningly at the 
Zelda. "I tell them to sleep in other bedrooms... but 
they want stay with us," she said. "They sleep on 
floor... not be problem."

Michelle was overly apprehensive at sleeping in a 
strange bed and a room full of strangers. Zelda handed 
her a stylish pair of silk pajamas and the woman 
immediately changed into a similar pair. Michelle held 
the PJ's wondering how she would change into them with 
the children looking on.

There was a bustle of activity, as Zelda's children got 
ready for bed. They quickly found numerous blankets and 
pillows and made beds to sleep on. Then it was time to 
change. Michelle tried to divert her eyes but it was 
hard not to notice their uninhibited actions. They were 
not the least bit ashamed to change into sleeping 
attire in front of anyone and they casually undressed 
not hiding a thing. Even Zelda's son changed which 
brought giggles from his sisters when he removed all of 
his clothes.

Michelle almost fainted when she got a quick glimpse of 
the flaccid meat hanging between the boy's legs. It was 
obvious that the boy was not circumcised and she got 
mad at herself for noticing such a thing. The boy 
caught her looking and he made her break out in a 
shameful blush when he gave her a knowing smile. He 
faced the pretty, white woman and let her have an 
unabashed look at his body.

Although the boy was not yet old enough to become a 
tribal warrior, he was a teenager and certainly old 
enough to have sexual desires. He was well aware that 
his penis was almost as big as his father's and Sarge 
had shared some of his intimate fantasies with his son. 
The boy's confidence swelled when he noticed the timid, 
shy woman act like she was afraid of him. He stared 
into Michelle's eyes and his glare sent a shiver up her 
spine. She could see the power and desire of a man in 
the boy's eyes and his stare seemed to emanate sexual 
desire.

Michelle felt like a little girl caught with her 
fingers in the cookie jar and she swiftly turned around 
so he couldn't see her flushed face. Her fingers shook, 
as she tried to don the pajamas Zelda had given her. 
Reaching under the gown, it was easy to slip on the 
bottoms but she wondered about the top. Then she 
remembered the sly way women changed at a public beach 
and her arms were in and out of the gown enabling her 
to get dressed in the pajama top.

She was standing between the two beds pondering the 
next move when Zelda came up to her. "Children! They 
always so nosy," she whispered. "Especially Kato... he 
just like his father."

Both women looked across the room. Kato was facing them 
and there was a large teepee in the front of his 
pajamas. His mother merely smiled, relishing the fact 
her dear son was maturing into a real man. Michelle's 
eyes opened with sheer shock when she noticed the 
obvious aroused state of the boy and she expected Zelda 
to scold her son. The front of her entire body was 
covered with goosebumps when Kato slowly walked over to 
give his mother a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

With a mad rush, all the girls ran up to their mother, 
also saying goodnight with a peck on the cheek. The 
kids did not speak much English but they did have some 
understanding of the language. "Say goodnight to 
Michelle... she is a welcomed guest in our house," 
Zelda said. "You girls be quiet... don't make all that 
silly noise and keep us awake. You too Kato! You kids 
can stay in the room but if you don't go to sleep... 
I'll send you to another room."

Suddenly the three girls walked over to Michelle and 
their brother followed them. One by one they reached 
over to give her a hasty kiss before rushing across the 
room to their assigned beds. Kato was more deliberate 
than his sisters and he reached over giving his 
frightened idol a goodnight kiss. The brazen boy 
brushed up against Michelle's tempting body and he 
purposely pushed his hips at her, as if he was humping 
her leg.

Michelle didn't want to make a scene but she felt like 
dying when the boy poked her. He seemed to hold the 
pose for the longest time before going to his bed. 
Michelle literally shook from Kato's demoralizing 
strategy and she tried hard to shrug off the boy's 
tactics, as nothing but a childish prank.

All of a sudden Zelda turned off the lights. "We have 
good sleep... then I take you to see city tomorrow. I 
show you what a nice city we have," Zelda whispered to 
Michelle but then she hesitated. She wasn't sure how to 
tell the woman the truth. "I sorry... but Sarge... he 
promised Kato."

Zelda was close enough to Michelle so that she could 
look into her eyes even in the darkness. "Sarge tell 
Kato that when election done... and everything back to 
normal," she whispered, pausing again, as she searched 
for the correct thing to say. "I must warn you! Sarge 
promise Kato... he say that you will make Kato a man-
warrior."

Michelle didn't know why her arms went out to Zelda but 
she reasoned that she was in a state of shock. Zelda's 
compassion made her feel some relief and Michelle 
decided that the woman was the only person she could 
trust. She didn't intend on talking or sitting with 
Zelda but the two women sat on the edge of the bed. 
They chatted and after many minutes, Michelle started 
to feel a little more uplifted.

Zelda reassured Michelle that she would do everything 
in her power to help her. She did stress that her help 
would be limited, as Sarge did hold the power in the 
household. Zelda outlined upcoming events and mentioned 
the extravagant celebration scheduled the next evening. 
Then she told Michelle that they would spend the next 
day together and nothing bad would happen... at least 
until the party.

When they eventually went to bed, it took forever for 
Michelle to fall asleep. She could not remember a time 
when she was more exhausted or distraught. Her mind 
drifted into the deepest stupor, dreaming of the 
drastic events that happened when Rodney and she landed 
in the country. Michelle tossed and turned with her 
breathing being extremely uneven and it was obvious she 
was in a troubled dreamland.

Sarge was the focus of her dreams. The man was nothing 
but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling 
under his control. 'True,' she reasoned, 'Sarge did 
blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.' Now she 
wished that she had the courage to fight the man but 
that had not happened.

Michelle's dreams lasted for a long time. She was in 
the midst of being interrogated in the bastard's office 
and her sleeping body twitched from the vivid imagery. 
She cursed in her sleep for not realizing Sarge was 
setting her up, but now it was too late. When Sarge 
threatened her by saying he found contraband drugs in 
Rodney's luggage, Michelle believed he would throw her 
husband in jail for a long, long time. She justified 
her actions of letting Sarge and his guards molest her 
body by hoping the man would not throw Rodney in jail.

Her emotions ran the gamut during her eventful time in 
Sarge's office. At first she dreaded being with the 
man, but then she felt something odd. Her feelings went 
from fear and anxiety to desire and even lust. Suddenly 
she remembered the feeling of being fucked and knowing 
her husband was watching. The last thing in the world 
she intended on doing was experiencing a climax but she 
was shaken to the core when earth-shattering spasms 
robbed her willpower. If that wasn't degrading enough, 
she remembered experiencing a desire so strong that it 
was impossible to resist when the guard fucked her.

All of a sudden Rodney was hugging her. Her dream was 
so dramatic and it even made her heart beat faster. 
Rodney cuddled nice and tight to the back of her body, 
as she lay on her left side. A pleasant smile covered 
her sleeping face when she dreamed of her husband 
putting his arms around her in a most familiar fashion. 
Many of their love sessions began exactly this way. 
Rodney's arm was over top of her torso and his hand was 
caressing her breast.

He was rougher than usual but she also felt a need for 
urgency. Rodney's other arm was under her head and 
again his hand was caressing a breast paying particular 
attention to the nipple, which throbbed for his 
forceful embrace.

Michelle snuggled and turned her head upwards a bit so 
she could whisper to her loving husband. Suddenly teeth 
closed on her ear and the intense pain, which lasted 
for two or three seconds, surprised her. Her nipples 
were pinched and stretched out from her body so hard 
that she cried out from the pain. The dream was so real 
that Michelle was totally captivated by her husband's 
caresses.

She tried to roll her head back more to tell Rodney 
that she welcomed the pain, as punishment for being 
unfaithful. All of a sudden she froze. Her heart beat 
so fast that her face was totally flushed and she 
wondered why? A whiff of stale breath drifted into her 
nostrils and she was puzzled by the foul scent. Hands 
were on both of her boobs and strong, demanding fingers 
were stretching her nipples beyond tolerable limits.

Suddenly she realized Rodney's pecker was between her 
legs and she encouraged him to put it into her wetness. 
Her mind buzzed unable to understand what was 
happening, or not wanting to comprehend. Rodney pushed 
forward much harder and Michelle hoped she was not too 
dry. Any fear of being too dry for Rodney to enter her 
pussy was easily dispelled when his cock easily slid 
along her slit. He seemed much larger than she 
remembered.

Michelle didn't dare move a muscle, too afraid to even 
open her eyes. It wasn't a dream! 'But it can't be 
Rodney... it can't be him,' she thought. 'Oh gawd... 
someone's in bed with me!' She continued to hold still 
praying it was just a bad nightmare, even as the 
strange organ slid along her juicing gash. 

Then Michelle heard a strange voice and all of a sudden 
her heart stopped completely. One of Kato's sisters was 
giving orders to her siblings. It took the briefest 
moment for the three girls to push Kato away so they 
could flip Michelle onto her back. There was one girl 
holding each of her arms and the other sister pinned 
one leg to its widest reaches. Like a cat, Kato rolled 
over her body until he crouched between her spread legs 
showing he was ready to ravage the white goddess.

The sun had come up and Michelle could see everything 
very clearly now. She quickly jerked her head towards 
Zelda's bed but all hope was lost when she noticed the 
bed was empty. The woman obviously had gotten up 
already and left to do family errands, as it was 
already morning.

Zelda's departure left the guest all alone with four 
children who had one definite goal. All the sisters 
wanted to watch their brother have intercourse with a 
real woman. They had spied on their parents on many 
occasions, but they believed there was nothing like the 
real thing. Of course Kato was in full agreement and he 
was more than ready to show his sisters that he was 
really a man.

He stared at the cleanly shaven love-box and marveled 
at the immense beauty. Kato crouched between the 
twisting legs and it helped when his sister pinned one 
leg, which enabled him to pin the other to the side. 
Only moments earlier, he had been in pure heaven when 
he was inside Michelle's volcano but now it was time 
for the ultimate reward.

"Gawd, no Kato... no. Please... you mustn't... please 
don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst. "Oh my 
gawd... Kato!" 

She watched the clear lubricant drip from the tip of 
his enlarged penis. Her eyes grew wider, as she 
realized he intended on ravaging her, and she was 
utterly helpless. He knowingly placed the head of his 
cock at her opening and it made Michelle flinch when he 
deliberately pushed on her clit. Kato held his cock 
directly on top of her intimate button and refused to 
stop crushing it into her bony pelvis. 

All of a sudden the head slithered in the slippery 
juice and entered her hole with one swift thrust. 
Suddenly the boy grabbed onto her boobs, as if he 
needed to steady himself. He arched his back and 
squeezed the muscles in his groin, as hard as he could, 
to prolong his youthful stamina. His fingertips dug 
into Michelle's soft, velvety flesh and Kato relished 
the feel of a real woman's tits.

Michelle held out hope that a miracle would happen. Her 
eyes were glued on his black pecker and opened wider 
when she noticed it slowly disappear. The boy pushed 
his hips forward an inch at a time feeling the most 
wonderful sensations in the world. Kato felt the head 
of his cock hit a wall just before cutting her flower 
in two. He went through her cervix with the first 
thrust, stopping Michelle's heart when he did. Then he 
paused knowing ultimate bliss was on the horizon.

His cock seemed to caress every nerve-ending inside her 
delicate womanhood. Then the boy had the sense to 
rotate his hips, as well as pump them, and he robbed 
more of Michelle's resolve faster than ever. She bit 
her lip harder trying to fight off the tiny spasms 
shooting through her inner regions. 

Suddenly her pelvis tilted upward and it happened. The 
tip of the Kato's cock found her control button and he 
blasted it with scorching cum. Michelle sensed by his 
out of control humping that Kato was experiencing an 
orgasm. What baffled Michelle the most was how she 
thrust up to meet the boy's powerful thrusts. She never 
intended or even imagined her juices would flow. 
Suddenly the trickle of orgasmic lava coated Kato's 
pulsating cock making it easier for him to fuck his 
idol.

Michelle would never forget what happened next. Somehow 
the struggling bodies were turned over and she wound up 
sitting on top of the boy. There was the briefest 
moment when Kato's cock came out of her inner sanctuary 
but it was quickly inserted again by a girl's hand. 
Then she did the stupidest thing of her life when she 
rose in an attempt to get off Kato. As her hips turned 
and twisted, the head of the African cock slipped 
outwards to the entry point, but then Michelle couldn't 
move any higher.

There were so many hands on her body and they all 
worked together to impel her downwards in a forceful 
manner. The black monster sliced through her soul so 
fast that she didn't have time to ponder the outcome. 
Michelle had trouble breathing and she appeared to be a 
frustrated animal.

The last thing in the world she wanted to happen, 
suddenly happened. First she thrust downwards, feeling 
Kato's pelvis ram into her crotch. Then she was 
bouncing up and down very fast, feeling the wonderful 
release of her spirit. Her orgasm began slowly and 
picked up speed until she was out of control with the 
boy's organ buried in her deepest being. Her tits 
jiggled up and down so invitingly that Kato reached up. 
He squeezed Michelle's tits feeling the hard pebbles 
leave indents in the palm of his hands.

Neither Michelle nor Kato heard the girls. They were 
mesmerized by the two copulating animals and kept 
whispering to each other. "They do it... they screw. 
Look... Kato's face look silly. He look mad... but he 
not mad," one of the girls whispered. Then her sister 
replied. "He crazy... crazy bull with big cock inside 
her. Look her tits... they jiggle!"

The other sister couldn't take her eyes off the untamed 
lust. "Look his black hands on her. Squeeze tits. 
Ayira... is she really doing it? Then she have Kato's 
baby?"

Michelle was suddenly fully aware of everything around 
her, but it was like she was on another planet. Zelda's 
son was blowing his immense load of African jizz deep 
into her, and her earthly soul was experiencing a mind-
blowing climax. It was the last thing she ever imagined 
would happen but there was no doubt when her belly went 
into convulsions of gigantic proportions. Michelle 
didn't worry about traveling to the land beyond, but 
she merely let her emotions float through endless 
space.

Her next recollection was being a rag doll when the 
four decided to end the episode. The girls rushed off, 
grabbing their clothes, as they went into the bathroom. 
Kato wanted a few more seconds to relish the greatest 
moment of his young life and he remained on his back. 
He had never felt heat like it and hated for the 
session to end.

All of a sudden his mother was standing by the bed. 
Without a word, Kato slowly helped Michelle dismount. 
She quickly found the dressing gown from last night and 
covered her body from the woman's stare. Kato grabbed 
his pajamas and ran for some other room in the house.

"Sarge happy now. He want it happen... later, but now 
is good," Zelda said. "Darn Kato... he just like his 
father."

Michelle felt totally feeble and she didn't know what 
to do. Sitting on the bed, she remained motionless 
letting the woman talk.

"You like?" Zelda whispered with a questioning look on 
her face. "You like sex... with black man?"

Michelle didn't know what to say. She was aware of 
hating what happened and not having any desire for 
adulterous sex. Yet she looked at Zelda and knew that 
answer would not suffice.

"You like sex... with Sarge... with Kato?" Zelda 
continued the questioning. "You do it... you orgasm 
with Kato?"

Michelle stared into Zelda's dark, knowing eyes too 
afraid to tell a lie. "I'm sorry... so sorry. It 
happened so fast... I... I," she whispered in the 
softest voice. "I never meant for it to happen... I'm 
so sorry."

"No matter. Men... they like that. Sarge planned it... 
the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda 
said. "It not matter what you do... they rape you if 
you don't cooperate."

All of a sudden Zelda pointed at Michelle's lost 
luggage. Michelle had not seen her suitcases since the 
airport but they had been brought to the room. "You 
dress. We go see city. I show you all around... we have 
day to explore," she said. "Wear casual clothes... then 
I take you to see beautiful places."

***

The day visiting all the sights in the quaint African 
city was very interesting. Zelda had been most cordial 
and she had no trouble conversing with Michelle, as she 
showed her guest around the capital. After hours of 
walking and visiting the unique African attractions, 
the two women went back to Zelda's. It was late 
afternoon and the whole house was a hub of activity.

Michelle could tell by the elaborate preparations that 
the upcoming party was for something or someone 
special. There seemed to be many servants running 
around the big house getting things ready. She had been 
told that Rodney was going to attend and that fact made 
Michelle happier than she had been since the couple 
went separate directions last night.

Suddenly Zelda insisted on Michelle getting ready for 
the party. She quickly ushered her guest back up to her 
bedroom where numerous, elegant clothes were set out on 
the bed. Michelle listened to Zelda telling her all 
about the evening's activities and she was far too 
intimidated to put up any resistance to the woman's 
insistence that she wear formal attire.

The flowing gown was the most elegant dress Michelle 
had ever worn. It was a brilliant, emerald green that 
seemed to highlight her radiant beauty. The dress was 
strapless and displayed more cleavage than she would 
normally do, but it would make her look like the 
sexiest woman at the party. There was no doubt about 
her large breasts and her boobs looked almost too big 
to stay inside the top of the outfit.
 
Zelda somehow signaled her husband that his special 
guest was ready. All of sudden Sarge came into the 
bedroom and his eyes opened in awe. "Zelda does good 
job. You very pretty... like African Queen," he said 
admiring the gorgeous woman. "As you can see," he said 
waving his hand around to indicate the ongoing 
activity. "We are having a celebration tonight. It is 
to celebrate our victory... and it is very important to 
me."

The serious look on Sarge's face told Michelle that the 
man considered the party extremely significant. "I 
invite my superior... Buru. He is president of our 
party... a very powerful man," he whispered. She would 
have relished the look of nervousness on Sage's face if 
it were not for the fact he was blackmailing her. 

Suddenly Sarge took Michelle's arm and ushered her to 
the large reception area, which was already full of 
invited guests. There were only a handful of white 
women and Michelle was by far the prettiest, drawing 
admiring glances from everybody in attendance. All the 
men most likely dreamed of seeing more of her and the 
women were envious of her abundant charms.

Sarge held her arm and everyone could tell he was 
extremely proud of his attractive guest. Suddenly 
Rodney arrived being led into the reception area by the 
tall, uniformed Mosi. Michelle greeted him with the 
warmest smile and she dearly wanted to run across the 
vestibule to throw her arms around his neck. Apparently 
Sarge never overlooked a thing, as he provided Rodney 
with a richly tailored tuxedo, and Michelle couldn't 
get over how handsome he looked. 

The security officer purposely took his time before 
escorting his royal guest over to see her husband. 
Michelle threw caution to the wind and quickly embraced 
her husband. "I've missed you... missed you so much," 
she whispered. "Don't worry. I'm okay... please, don't 
worry about me." Michelle tried to reassure Rodney even 
though she felt total despair at being held prisoner by 
Sarge.

Allowing for only a brief meeting with Rodney, Sarge 
rushed Michelle away. He introduced her to all of his 
influential friends and eventually came face to face 
with his superior. At first glance, the man seemed 
quite normal but suddenly Michelle noticed the evil 
glint in his eyes. "This her? Woman who is promised to 
me?" he said in English with his face indicating the 
utmost confidence. "You have done well, Sarge. She is 
truly gorgeous... sexy!"

Tremors of fear shot through her body. Michelle 
reasoned that Sarge had made intimate arrangements and 
plans for her to be a sexual servant to this complete 
stranger. The man's eyes never left her chest and she 
shivered realizing what he was staring at. Not able to 
do anything, Michelle felt Goosebumps forming all over 
the front of her body. Because the man was Sarge's 
immediate boss, she could see no way out of the 
impending dilemma.

She breathed a big sigh of relief when everyone was 
called to the table. It was a very elaborate meal with 
most of the dishes being native to the area but 
Michelle did recognize a couple being from her country. 
Her respite was very short lived, as she was seated 
between Sarge and Buru. Buru's manner was forceful and 
straight to the point while his eyes seemed to burn a 
hole right through her. Michelle sensed the man was not 
a person who would readily take rejection or 
disappointment. 

***

The lavish meal lasted over two hours. Everyone was 
glad when it was over, as they were tired from sitting 
so long. There was music playing and everyone slowly 
proceeded to the large entertainment area, which was 
set up for a ball. People walked around the room in a 
circle, serenading everyone they met, and then a few 
couples started dancing.

Sarge held Michelle by the hand making it appear like 
they were together and suddenly he moved his hand 
towards his boss. It was a slick maneuver that placed 
her dainty hand in Buru's fist. "You dance... dance 
with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... 
she best. Much better than others I bring to you."

Buru was a stately, upright dancer and he left no doubt 
that he was in-charge. Michelle did everything possible 
to keep her distance but it seemed impossible at times. 
Luckily Buru was not about to get overly brazen with so 
many spectators, but he did ensure that she was aware 
of his manly endowment. Michelle kept glancing at her 
husband and she could see the concerned look on 
Rodney's unhappy face.

She danced three songs in a row with Buru and his hands 
got bolder and bolder with each dance. By the third, 
his right hand was securely around her back holding her 
tight against the front of his body. His hand rested 
directly on her ass like it was his private play-toy 
and Michelle felt totally embarrassed at not being able 
to stop Buru's crude groping. The look on Rodney's face 
grew more desperate by the minute, as the military 
leader danced with his wife.

Michelle could see the knowing looks on everyone's face 
and she realized it was inevitable that Buru would get 
her alone. All of a sudden the man spoke in his native 
tongue to Sarge who mysteriously appeared beside them. 
"We go now. I take white beauty to room... room you say 
I can use," he whispered to Sarge. "I see if she 
good... good for sucking like you promise. I hard 
already!"

Buru took Michelle's arm and started leading her away. 
She had no idea what he said to Sarge but she could 
only imagine it meant utter peril for her. Looking over 
her shoulder, the last thing she saw was Rodney's 
worried face, as she was led up a wide set of stairs to 
a plush sitting room.

Buru opened the door for her and once inside the room, 
it took a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the 
dim lighting. The room appeared surreal and all the 
furniture was very classy and colorful. There was soft 
music in the background and the man immediately led her 
across the room to a big, leather sofa. "You take off. 
Go behind that... and strip," he said waving his hand 
at a large oriental, folding screen. "Take off 
everything... except brassiere and panties."

His command sent a shiver up her spine. She suddenly 
realized Buru didn't ask, but ordered her to undress. 
His concession that she could keep her undies on meant 
little considering the dire aspect of wearing no bra. 
Michelle desperately wanted to plead, even beg the man, 
but then she reasoned that it would only make the 
situation worse.

Slowly and on legs that could barely walk, Michelle 
walked to the decorative screen. She stood motionless 
behind the shield for the longest time. "Strip... take 
all off." Michelle heard the man's gruff voice and she 
wanted to disappear. "Show Buru! Sarge say you do 
anything... anything for Buru!"

Michelle understood the ominous predicament she was in. 
Her hands shook so bad that it was hard to remove the 
gown. Eventually she stood shivering dressed in nothing 
but her panties. She swore at being persuaded by 
Sarge's wife not to wear a bra, but then she realized 
that the gown did not allow for one.

All of a sudden the man's dark, evil face was looking 
at her. He had stepped around the screen and stared at 
her nakedness. The scene was one to remember, as the 
woman frantically tried to cover her breasts with her 
small hands. No matter where her hands were, it left 
too much for the man to ogle.

Buru's next order was conveyed with a mere stare and a 
stern, serious face. Michelle's arms slowly dropped to 
her sides and she let out a whimper of defeat. "You 
suck... suck Buru's cock. Sarge say you give best 
Western blowjob... better than whore," he said. "Sarge 
say you best Blackman whore... and you do anything I 
ask."

The man's voice broke slightly with the thought of what 
was about to happen. He started taking his clothes off 
so fast that he appeared to be ripping his royal 
garments. Suddenly he was standing in only his 
underwear and Michelle's heart stopped. The time of 
reckoning was near and she waited.

Suddenly there it was. His raging cock was fully 
engorged and it was more than obvious what he wanted. 
Michelle stared at the black cock not wanting to move 
any closer. Suddenly he was speaking in his native 
tongue, as he was too excited to speak English. Even 
though she didn't speak the language, Michelle 
understood what he wanted from his demonstrative tone 
and precise hand signals.

She took a step closer and reached out with her hand. 
Michelle touched the flaming penis and her hand 
flinched at the feel of something so hot. The hard, 
veined shaft seemed to throb madly and her fingers 
gingerly wrapped around the pulsating black rod. She 
was totally despondent and her mind searched for a 
solution.

Taking stock of her hopeless situation, Michelle 
decided on the best course of action. She pumped her 
small hand up and down along the intimidating pecker 
hoping to bring an early end to the man's stamina. Her 
goal was to make him climax thinking it would be her 
salvation, but like all good plans, they don't always 
work out. Somehow Michelle found herself sitting on the 
edge of the leather sofa. Buru stood directly in front 
of her and he kicked her legs apart so he could get 
closer.

Michelle's hands moved frantically. One stroked the 
enlarged cock, which was thrust in her face, and the 
other held his bloated balls, as if they were 
breakable. Buru grabbed her head and he roughly forced 
her to face the inevitable. His hand pulled her head 
towards the bulging head of his cock and his hips 
thrust in her direction. He relished Michelle's 
volcanic mouth sucking on his cock and suddenly it 
happened.

The fat head of his cock banged into Michelle's lips so 
hard she willingly opened her mouth. In an instant she 
was sucking on the salty-tasting penis afraid he would 
ram in down her throat. Her body was jerking and moving 
around and Buru stared at her luscious treasures. 
Michelle dearly wanted to make Buru climax and she 
furiously tried her best to make it happen with her 
hands and mouth.

Even though her tits were exposed and Buru managed to 
fondle and grope them while she worked on his raging 
cock, he yearned to see more. Michelle's mind was 
distraught from her being forced to give the stranger a 
blowjob and it enabled Buru to get complete control. He 
yanked Michelle to her feet and swiftly grabbed the 
elastic waistband of her flimsy panties. The lacy 
garment was stripped from her hips in a heartbeat and 
Michelle feared the worst.

Buru's name suited him perfectly, as it stood for Bull, 
and that was the way he acted. He pulled her shivering 
body against his and suddenly he found the foreign 
language again. "You rub... rub cock all over your 
pretty body. Put on legs... tummy... cunt!" Buru felt 
her luscious body shaking with fear yet he wanted to 
humiliate Michelle even more. "Rub cock on belly... cuz 
it be in belly soon... very soon."

Complying with his demands, her shivering body began to 
move. Her velvety flesh rubbed against the mushroom 
head of his cock, which left a trail of slippery slime 
wherever it touched her body. She was positive it was 
not all her doing, but somehow the head touched her 
legs and moments later it was pressing between her 
milky thighs. Michelle could feel the burning rod 
slither along her wetness and threaten to invade her 
most intimate being. Suddenly he spoke again. "Good! 
Press hard... harder! Get cock nice and wet... press 
against white cunt," he whispered in a raspy voice. 
"Wet... get wet, then you clean. Suck and clean."

She could barely stand anymore. Her legs threatened to 
give out but Buru held her steady. He put his foot 
between Michelle's small feet and nudged them further 
apart, which gave her better balance. Her dainty hand 
tried to prevent it, but his hand was there to ensure 
his orders were obeyed. The thick man-meat slipped into 
her wetness and then he vibrated his hips, which moved 
his cock through her puffy, wet slit. There was 
abundant moisture and in no time his massive cock was 
coated with her womanly juices.

Michelle felt his pecker pressing into the core between 
her soaked labia. Buru pulled her upwards forcing her 
onto her tiptoes and then she felt helpless. His cock 
raked through her open slit and almost crushed her tiny 
clitoris. "Get down... suck cock. Make me harder... 
suck cock," he whispered.

Michelle knew he could take her at any second and she 
was powerless to stop him. Suddenly she had an out, or 
so she hoped. Quickly she got down on her knees keeping 
her hands out in front so she could grab his cock. 
Michelle groped and found the flaming meat and she held 
it before her bewildered eyes for a brief moment. Then 
Buru jerked his hips a few times indicating that she 
hurry, or else.

The wide head filled her mouth once again and Buru was 
in tribal heaven. He watched the white woman's head bob 
up and down, feeling his enlarged cock getting harder 
and harder. Michelle's dainty hand wrapped around the 
loose foreskin and she pumped her hand back and forth. 
She squeezed, as hard as she could, and tried to 
masturbate the black man in a vain effort to make him 
orgasm without actually having intercourse with him. 
Again she grabbed his hanging balls. When she heard his 
heavy breathing and loud moaning, she thought her 
desperate actions would be successful.

Buru was not willing to spoil the seductive encounter 
with a premature ending. "You suck good. Buru want 
watch... you rub cock all over face... all over tits," 
he hissed shattering Michelle's self-confidence. The 
strong man wound his fingers in her curly hair and 
guided her head. Buru's eyes grew wide in awe, as he 
watched his black cock against Michelle's pure, white 
skin. He held her head steady and wiped the head of his 
cock across one cheek, and then the other. Buru 
deviously ensured to stroke her lips when moving from 
side to side.

Michelle closed her eyes and imagined the devastating 
scene. The charcoal penis caressed her face leaving 
trails of wetness all over and the picture made her 
quiver. Then Buru crouched lower so he could rub his 
big cock on her generous tits. Again he left a wet 
trail. Buru coated one boob leaving her flesh 
glistening with moisture, and then he coated the other 
ensuring the tips were covered with sticky pre-cum.

Unexpectedly, Buru jerked Michelle to her feet. "Buru 
like... like you sucking cock. Like seeing cock on 
white tits... but now, Buru need white cunt," he 
whispered sending shockwaves through her entire body. 
"We fuck! Buru fuck white cunt... put cock in whore's 
belly, now!"

He easily pushed Michelle backwards so that she fell 
onto the sofa landing on her back. She put her arms 
out, as if to stop Buru, but it was futile. He grabbed 
her around the legs with his strong hands and pulled 
hard so that her ass slid across the slippery leather. 
Her limbs went around his hips and then Buru locked her 
feet behind his back.

"No... gawd, no! Please... don't do this to me... 
please," she pleaded with the man. "Oh gawd, it's 
there... it's touching me there," she wailed.

Her hips were frozen in one spot and Buru kept his 
inflamed cock touching her entrance. Michelle may as 
well of begged him for more, as his aroused mind was 
filled with animal lust. Buru's eyes flared. He 
imagined the white goddess begging her powerful, 
African master to give her sexual pleasure.

Buru aimed the head of his oversized cock at her crotch 
and his aim was deadly. The tip hit her opening in the 
middle of the vertical slit and he thrust forward ever 
so slightly. He could see the puffy lips separate and 
float around the tip of his cock. It was the most 
tantalizing effect and he desperately wanted to 
christen her cunt with one, powerful thrust.

Michelle's heart was racing so fast it was extremely 
hard for her to breath. She felt the head of his 
bulbous cock enter her delicate honey-hole and didn't 
know how to stop the man. He arched his back and 
prepared for the ultimate encounter. His eyes locked on 
the junction where his black cock entered the pearly 
white cunt, and Buru held steady for as long as he 
could. Suddenly he lost patience and thrust his hips 
just a little. Another inch or two disappeared inside 
the heavenly opening and again he paused.

He could see Michelle trying to angle her pelvis 
downward. She was attempting to get away so he rammed 
his hips forward with all of his brute strength. All 
the air came out of her lungs when the vile man sank 
his massive cock to the hilt. The resultant pause was 
merely a fleeting moment and then he was pumping at a 
maddening rate of speed. His tempo increased until 
Michelle wondered what kind of animal he was. He had to 
have the biggest balls, which hung down far below his 
pecker, and they slammed violently into her ass every 
time he thrust at her.

She determined that the man was really a beast when he 
grunted with lost passion. There were no more pretenses 
or pretending what he was after. He fucked Michelle not 
caring one bit whether she condoned or welcomed his 
actions. His strong hands held her legs bent upwards 
with her knees pointing towards her head. He held her 
legs apart enough so that he could pound his cock in 
and out at will. Suddenly he slowed to a crawl and 
every time he thrust at her crotch, he squeezed a 
massive stream of cum into her most delicate domain.

Michelle knew what he was doing. She felt totally 
devastated at not being able to prevent the assault and 
also at the fact that it was one more opportunity for 
her to conceive. Her belly felt bloated and she knew 
another big load of African cum was buried deep, inside 
her womb.

Sarge's boss had been rewarded and fully satisfied. 
Buru acted, as if she was merely a sex object, and he 
didn't embrace or comfort her after his explosive 
orgasm. Michelle watched when Buru used her panties to 
clean himself and then he got dressed, as if nothing 
happened. She remained laying on her back when he 
smiled at her and voiced an observation, which she 
didn't understand.

The door slammed shut when the man left the room. 
Michelle closed her eyes wishing that she was home 
again, back in America. Her daydream came to a sudden 
end when someone entered the room from a side door. She 
tried to sit up but there was no time. Zelda had a soft 
towel and she began rubbing it all over Michelle's 
moisture, covered body.

"That man animal... he is an animal," Zelda whispered. 
"He make Sarge give him woman... black woman. But now 
white woman... he like better. He give Sarge 
promotion."

Michelle dearly wanted to be alone. She tried to think 
of a means to get rid of Zelda without offending the 
woman but there was no way. Once Zelda was satisfied 
that she had cleaned up the remnants of the sordid 
affair, she retrieved Michelle's clothing. It took 
little time to get dressed and then Zelda made sure 
that the woman looked her best before going back to the 
party.

Sarge was the first one to greet her. "I very 
grateful... you cooperate. Satisfy Buru," he said 
taking her by the arm. He left his wife standing and 
escorted Michelle to the dance floor. "We dance. Then 
we retire. You come with me tonight."

She heard Sarge and it made her knees buckle. The man 
kept a tight hold of her, as he promenaded her around 
the floor. "Look there! Kato happy... you turn him into 
real man," he whispered sending more shivers through 
her entire body. "Tonight... I watch. I watch son with 
real woman. You show Sarge way to turn boy into man."

Michelle was fully devastated. She felt helpless 
against such a powerful man. How could she ever explain 
to her husband that she was about to be the man's 
mistress, she wondered. Not only that, she was required 
to let his son have her. Then Sarge leaned closer and 
whispered in her ear. "You do good... I keep Rodney out 
of jail. I forget about his dishonor... and he be free 
man after working on election scrutiny."

Strangely Sarge did make her feel a little better and 
he did give Michelle some hope. "He work one week in 
country... then he free man. I let you both go."

***

The party started to break up and guests left. They all 
came over wishing Sarge the best and congratulating him 
on his new promotion. Michelle watched her hapless 
husband leave with Mosi and her stomach sank, as the 
security guard escorted Rodney back to the hotel. She 
would have given anything to go with Rodney, but 
realized that was impossible. Soon there was just the 
immediate family left and some of the many servants. It 
was late but suddenly Michelle felt totally alive and 
apprehensive imagining what the evil Sarge had planned.

Michelle half expected Sarge to go with Zelda and the 
couple would retire together. She couldn't imagine how 
his wife could condone Sarge's illicit actions but the 
man quickly dispelled any hope she had. Sarge pulled 
his next stunt with Zelda right in front of him. "You 
go... take the girls to your room. I take Kato... and 
our guest!" he said. Zelda immediately departed leaving 
a stunned Michelle with nowhere to run.

When Sarge grabbed her hand, Michelle struggled with 
renewed strength. She pulled, as hard as she could, 
trying to stop the man from pulling her towards his 
private bedroom. Sarge smiled at her vain attempts and 
he didn't have any trouble getting her into the 
bedroom. Once inside the big room, he sort of flung her 
into the middle of the room. His overly excited son 
quickly slammed the door shut bringing a dire groan 
from a frightened Michelle.

The three stood still for many moments with each 
contemplating what was next. Sarge stared at her 
radiant beauty dreaming of his son ravaging her sexy 
body. Kato could hardly wait for his dad to turn him 
loose. Sarge had been extremely stern and explicit when 
he gave instructions to his son. "Son! Do what I say... 
and you will learn about woman. Learn what it takes to 
make them happy," he told Kato earlier in the day. 
"Michelle... she gorgeous woman, most sexy. You already 
know what it is like being with her."

Sarge and his son had spent the afternoon going over 
plans. "After party... after everyone leaves. We take 
her to my bedroom. I help and tell you what to do," 
Sarge said. "You satisfy real woman... then you a man. 
When you see her climax... and you see her sexy body go 
crazy with your cock inside her precious cunt... then 
you can finish. Son... you can fill her with cum and 
maybe... just maybe, she have your baby."

The shivering woman stood a few feet away from Kato. 
Her eyes were so big that she looked even more alluring 
than she did when they had sex earlier. Michelle stared 
at the two with her head moving from one to the other. 
She noticed the confident smile on Sarge's rugged face 
and a panic attack immediately hit her in the stomach. 
Looking over at Kato didn't help, as he gave the 
impression that he was in-charge.

All of a sudden, she was filled with courage. "Okay, 
you bastard! You may have me... and be stronger than 
me. But I'll fight you... all the way, you bastard," 
Michelle vowed feeling new strength. "I'll scratch your 
fucking eyes out... so come and get me!"

Michelle jumped when Sarge started moving in her 
direction. She expected him to move but it surprised 
her when he slowly walked over to her. When Sarge was 
close, her hands went up and her sharp nails were 
pointed directly at his face. She was just about to 
rake her nails across his smug face when he acted. 
Sarge twisted his head to avoid her nails and quickly 
seized her wrists with his strong hands.

With one powerful thrust, he pinned her arms at her 
sides and put his face in hers. "Go ahead. I like when 
you fight. See... you can't fight now... with arms 
pinned," Sarge whispered with a deadly, stern tone. 
"You let my son have sex this morning... now you do it 
again... I watch. Take clothes off... now!"

Suddenly Sarge let go of her hands and stood waiting. 
He knew exactly what she would do and decided to let 
her dig her own demise. "Go to hell... you bastard," 
she hissed at the overpowering man. Her hands moved 
with lightning speed but were no match for the speed of 
the devil. Just has her hands reached the sides of his 
face, Sarge slapped her arms outward. He swung hard 
with his right hand and slapped Michelle hard on the 
left cheek snapping her head to the side.

Her head jerked in a violent fashion and before she 
could catch her balance, she fell. She didn't have time 
to consider what was next, as Sarge's angry face was 
right in front of her. "You want fight... we fight!" 
His voice said it all.

Sarge grabbed her dainty wrists and yanked her back to 
her feet. He pinned her arms at her sides and voiced 
instructions to his son in his native tongue. "Kato... 
take off dress. Strip her son... take all clothes off 
so we can see... naked body," he whispered. "She's a 
fighter tonight, son... but she fuck. She good ass 
son... and she have orgasm with your big cock inside 
belly."

Her jaw hurt like mad and her head was very dizzy. She 
was aware that Kato was now behind her and his hands 
were a blur, as he followed his father's directions. 
She was completely naked within moments and then Sarge 
let go of her arms.

Standing between two tall African's, Michelle was naked 
and shivering. Her eyes were filled with tears and she 
could only vaguely make out Sarge who was right in 
front of her. Remembering her vow, her arms moved but 
instantly stopped.

Sarge dared her to do something and he stared straight 
into her teary eyes. He noticed her shoulders slump and 
it was over. "Go ahead... it will be much sweeter if 
you fight. But you will cream... Kato fuck you until 
you cream all over his cock," he whispered without 
blinking. "You either cum for my son... have orgasm... 
or I feed your white cunt to every black guard in my 
army."

His eyes remained locked on her and Michelle felt 
overwhelmed. Her arms remained poised but motionless at 
her sides when the boy reached around her torso to put 
his big hands on her boobs. She allowed Kato to squeeze 
and molest her breasts and then caress both nipples in 
a most degrading fashion, as he held her tits pointed 
at his father.

With a sudden viciousness, Sarge's next act captured 
the last thread of courage left in Michelle. His hand 
went behind her head and he wound his fingers into her 
hair. He yanked her head backwards and he moved forward 
to look down on her upturned face. Michelle stared up 
into the darkest, deadliest eyes, as he spoke in a 
cruel snarl. "You sex slave... understand? Do as I say. 
You cream for Kato... or I give white ass to all my 
guards," he said. She shuddered with fear as he 
continued, "Guards will hurt whore. No good after they 
finish. No good to Sarge. No good to husband."

Sarge's eyes never left hers. "You good whore for 
Sarge. You good whore for Buru. Now be good whore for 
Kato, or else!" 

Michelle tried to look away but he twisted her head 
cruelly to keep her facing him. Then he laughed in her 
face. "Zelda tell me how you cream this morning... cum 
all over Kato's cock when he put in belly. Did you 
like?" No answer was forth coming so he jerked her head 
back and forth and demanded she answer his demeaning 
question. When she didn't say anything, he pressed 
again for a response. "Did you orgasm for my Kato? Did 
you like it?"

Michelle let out a few dire moans realizing he was not 
going to be satisfied until her humiliation was 
complete. "Gawd... they held me. They held me down and 
let him do it. Oh gawd... his thingie was inside me... 
so deep," she whispered in the quietest voice. "I... I 
couldn't stop him. The girls... they held my arms and 
let him do it to me."

Sarge continued to stare into her eyes. He gave her 
head another swift jerk, demanding more. "Oh gawd... it 
happened. Yes, I... I... gawd, I let him do it to me. 
Gawd, I couldn't stop... and they kept holding me like 
a slave." She stared into the dark eyes seeing that he 
demanded even more. "Yes... oh gawd, yes! I had an 
orgasm with him... I couldn't stop and creamed all over 
his black cock."

Michelle saw the smile of approval on Sarge's face and 
knew her testament made him happy. She felt a strange 
emotional relief wash slowly over her body from the tip 
of her toes to the top of her scalp. All of a sudden 
Sarge's big hand slapped her bare pelvis and she let 
out a whimper. He held her in a precarious position 
with her back severely arched and her hips pushing 
outward at his hand. Michelle would never understand 
why she welcomed his degrading assault but she reasoned 
that she didn't have a choice.

Sarge's face turned serious and he turned her head to 
the side. "You see? Kato ready! Ready to shove his hard 
cock into belly. He horny... look... look! See his big 
cock?"

Michelle faced Sarge's son and she instantly noticed 
Kato was completely undressed. He sat brazenly on the 
large bed while openly fisting his cock. His vulgar 
display sent a shiver of panic through Michelle, as 
Sarge held her face pointed in Kato's direction. The 
boy left no doubt that he was fully aroused and ready. 
His long, pointed cock stood out from his slender hips 
and Michelle noticed how the leaking tip was barely 
visible through the uncut foreskin.

Sarge slowly started moving Michelle towards the bed 
ensuring she faced his son during the trip across the 
room. "Son! Now you learn to satisfy a real woman. You 
learn cunnilingus... see what it does to a woman," 
Sarge said. Then Sarge let go of Michelle and pushed 
her onto the bed, as Kato stood up.

Kato had never kissed a pussy or tasted one. His 
stomach churned with great anticipation, as he watched 
his father control the gorgeous white woman. Sarge 
quickly jumped on the bed and moved like a cat. Before 
Michelle regained her senses, he grabbed her from 
behind and pinned her arms behind her back. Then he 
rotated their bodies until he sat on the bed with her 
half-sitting and half lying on her back. Sarge pulled 
her back into the front of his body, which flaunted her 
nakedness in a most open fashion.

All she could do was try to keep her legs together in 
an attempt to hide herself from the boy. Kato stood 
next to the bed staring at Michelle's succulent charms 
and he noticed how her breasts jiggled invitingly 
whenever his father moved around. His eyes took in all 
of her beauty and finally rested on her bare 
midsection.

Michelle fully expected to be ravaged by Sarge and his 
son but she never anticipated this. She was pinned down 
by the powerful man but still vowed to fight. 'Go ahead 
you bastard. Take me... you're too strong for me. Let 
your son do it... but I'll never give-in,' she thought. 
'I won't give you the satisfaction of cumming with your 
bastard son.'

Sarge felt the heightened level of emotions that 
suddenly filled the room. "See... he is ready, whore. 
Kato is ready for you," he said putting his lips next 
to the side of Michelle's burning face. "Open legs... 
open so Kato can see."

She remained defiant and didn't move a muscle when the 
boy got on the bed. Kato crawled over to her feet and 
he looked questioningly at his dad. "Son, when she 
spread legs... get between them and eat'er out," Sarge 
said. "Get between her legs and do what I told you this 
afternoon. You see... she hot and horny."

Michelle was more determined than ever but suddenly 
Sarge moved in a flash. He moved away from her back and 
slammed her flat to the mattress. She closed her eyes 
and bit her lip trying her utmost to stay strong when 
Sarge displayed his powerful control. He pinned her 
shoulders on the bed and easily held both wrists above 
her head with one hand.

Her eyes fluttered and opened slowly. All of a sudden 
his rugged face was all she could see and she could 
feel his hot breath wash over her flushed face. She 
lost sight of the boy but there was no need to see. 
Kato had his strong hands on her milky thighs and he 
held them spread, as wide as possible. Her precious 
pussy lay unprotected and Kato stared at the jewel.

Suddenly her resolve was questioned. Sarge was far too 
strong and it was little trouble for him to pin her on 
the bed. Kato was certainly a lot stronger than she was 
and the boy had no difficulty spreading her shapely 
legs. Then Sarge shifted his body around so that he 
could lie beside her but still hold her arms high. With 
his free hand, he grabbed the hair on the top of her 
head and tilted her head up. "You cum... Yes?" he 
whispered. "You do it for Kato... or I will call Emu... 
and other four guards to visit white beauty."

She tried to twist and pulled hard on her arms but 
nothing helped. "I have many guards at house right now. 
You do what Sarge wants... or else I let them all have 
you," he whispered.

Michelle's eyes grew wider as the boy's face drew 
closer. All of a sudden the boy's tongue lashed out and 
raked her entire slit. Then he started running his 
tongue up and down through the vast wetness nonstop 
just like he had been instructed by his father. Sarge 
leaned down enough so he could put his lips beside 
Michelle's ear. "You like? You like when Kato eat 
pussy?" he whispered. "You show Sarge how much you 
like... you first woman Kato taste."

Many disgusting and sordid things flashed through her 
head but suddenly Kato hit a nerve. His tongue forced 
her puffy labia apart and he found a woman's secret. 
The tiny wings lay fully exposed just above her honey 
hole and Kato licked them slowly at first. He took his 
time running his rough tongue across the clitoris, 
relishing the tactile sensations on his pink tongue, 
and watching her hips flinch each time he raked the 
rosy bud. Then he sucked the clit into his mouth and 
knew something special was happening.

His hands were on either side of Michelle's hips and he 
felt her body do several contortions. Then he used his 
tongue to slap the bud around inside his mouth while 
keeping the clit pinned with his teeth. Suddenly he 
remembered his father's advice. He put his finger at 
the soaked opening just below his chin and felt her 
body tense like a violin string. Then he pushed the tip 
into the wetness and in an instant it was all the way 
inside her hot cavity.

Sarge relished the determined look on Michelle's pretty 
face. He wanted her to struggle hard to retain as much 
dignity as possible, which would make the triumph that 
much sweeter. The warrior inside him wanted to win and 
his confidence built when her face grew more concerned. 
"Try hold it... hold back. Let boy have fun... you 
don't have orgasm yet," Sarge whispered knowing her 
dilemma was insurmountable. "Kato not eat woman before. 
You hold orgasm... so boy can learn."

Kato sucked her inflamed clit like it was a sweet 
candy. He curled his finger slightly and felt a spot 
that had small, delicate ribs. When he caressed the 
sensitive G-spot, her hips started to rotate in a vain 
attempt to get away. The determined look on her face 
turned desperate, as Michelle tried her utmost to stave 
off the inevitable. That was when Kato followed the 
last of his father's advice. He put the fingertip of 
his other hand on Michelle's puckered asshole and she 
screamed.

Her hips were out of control but Kato had no idea she 
was on the brink of a violent collapse. His father was 
well aware her orgasm was on the horizon and there was 
no possibility of Michelle regaining control. "You 
Blackman whore. Kato going to eat your pussy... then he 
put his black cock in white pussy," Sarge whispered 
running his wet tongue all over the side of her face.

Michelle was hysterical. Her entire body was an inferno 
and her temperature was so high that it scorched her 
brain. She kept repeating, over and over, to be strong 
and not give in to the bastard. Suddenly all the sounds 
in the room were loud and ringing in her ears. The roar 
of Kato's sucking mouth, as he sloshed her gem around 
with his tongue, echoed through her head. She could 
plainly hear his finger making lurid noises, as it 
pumped in and out of her soaked honey-hole.

The final blow was Sarge's triumphant voice. "Look at 
her ass... she's cumming all over your tongue, son. 
That's it boy... fuck'er with your fingers," he said 
for Michelle's benefit and not caring his son couldn't 
understand Michelle's language. "Drink son... drink her 
love juices."

Suddenly she was too distraught to fight anymore. 
Michelle let her juices flow freely and welcomed the 
fact the boy was drinking her river of cum. Her inner 
core suffered from intense convulsions and her orgasm 
rocked her torso all over the bed. Kato's finger raked 
her G-spot and her hips thrashed each time he caressed 
the area. His other finger was fully embedded in her 
ass and he pumped it slowly in and out keeping perfect 
rhythm with her thrashing hips.

Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong with her. A 
happily married woman should not be craving much less 
yearning for a teenage boy. The intense ecstasy flooded 
her head and suddenly her confused mind was peaceful 
and ready to accept the consequences. She was in a 
strange country without anyone around to help her and 
she was up against a very, unscrupulous man. Somehow, 
the fact Sarge was black and an African, only made it 
more alluring to her lust-drugged brain.

The boy hung onto her body tightly and sensed when her 
orgasm rolled over the summit. Kato felt his pecker 
swell, as his tongue rolled the tiny clitoris around 
nonstop. The powerful thighs threatened to squash his 
head and it took every ounce of strength to keep 
Michelle's legs spread so he could finish his first 
cunnilingus affair.

***

Her emotions remained on a high plateau and Michelle 
fully realized she had surrendered her spirit. She was 
all alone and completely overwhelmed by everything that 
had happened since arriving in the African country. Her 
heart was still pumping madly from the potent climax 
when Sarge indicated his raging desire. He rubbed his 
hardon against her leg that was spread in his direction 
and wanted her to know he had changed his mind.

Sarge fully intended on letting his son ravage her 
desirable body but his plans changed after watching the 
erotic, cunnilingus production. "That was fantastic. 
Son... you witness best animal in the jungle. An 
American lioness!" Sarge spoke to Kato while keeping 
his throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg. "I 
change mind. Watch... I screw now. Then we get white 
woman to do something very fantastic to you."

Sarge's voice was breaking slightly, as he was both 
excited and anxious. "Son! We will get her to suck 
cock," he whispered. "She show you how they do sex in 
their country... and you see what happen when she suck 
your cock."

Michelle could hear the man talking to his son but she 
had no idea what he said. She tried hard to bring her 
breathing under control again but strangely her heart 
rate did not decrease very fast. Suddenly Sarge's dark 
face was above her torso. Luckily she expected him to 
kiss her chest and immediately caress her boobs, so she 
didn't jump when it happened. Somehow her breasts were 
being pushed upward, as if she was demanding the man 
put a nipple in his hungry mouth. When he did, Michelle 
moaned and put her own hand around the boob, squeezing 
it so more could be devoured by Sarge's ravishing 
mouth.

His sharp teeth didn't hurt and even though they left 
marks on her tender breast, she welcomed his savage 
act. Then his hand was on her belly and Michelle felt 
ashamed when she rolled her hips around showing him she 
was more than ready. His hand slithered across her 
shaved pelvis and loud groans of agony escaped her 
throat.

Michelle was normally a reserved and controlled woman 
but somehow this African man tortured her until she no 
longer struggled against him. He teased and taunted her 
until she willingly showed him unabated desire. 
Suddenly his demanding finger slipped into her soaked 
pussy slit and she cried. There was no pain, only lust 
for the animal.

It would take forever to forget what she did next. She 
felt his ramrod lying on her thigh and it surely left a 
welt. "Fuck me... you bastard. Put your cock inside... 
fuck me," she moaned. Michelle was ashamed for the way 
she acted but she was not willing to stop. Her arms 
went around Sarge and she dug her fingers into his 
burly back. When her nails dug into his flesh, he 
turned into a raging tiger.

Sarge felt the head of his massive cock touch her wet 
opening and he rammed his hips down with all of his 
brute strength. His powerful lunge knocked all the air 
out of Michelle's lungs and she was unable to breath 
for many moments. 
Finally she gasped for much needed air and her 
breathing resumed in an erratic fashion.

She had to be crazy, but then Michelle reasoned that 
lust made a woman do strange things. "Fuck me... with 
your big... black cock. Fill my belly with your cum... 
put your cock in my belly," she pleaded. Michelle knew 
she was acting like a whore... an untamed slut but she 
felt an overwhelming urge to continue. She had never 
talked so dirty and it seemed that her emotions soared 
higher with every filthy word.

The memory of how the security officer gained ultimate 
control over her flashed into her head. Suddenly, for 
the second time, Sarge demonstrated that he was 
Michelle's supreme master and the one who controlled 
her most intimate desires. "Gawd... your cock is so 
deep. Oh yes... yes... do it like that. Fuck me hard... 
you black bastard!" Her mind was controlled by the 
devil and she said whatever the evil fiend wanted her 
to say. "Oh my gawd... I can't hold it. I have to 
cum... gawd, I can't hold back," she moaned. "Fill my 
belly with cum... empty your balls in me and give me a 
black baby."

Sarge wanted it to last forever. He had blackmailed 
numerous white women but never one so illustrious. "Not 
yet. Hold on, baby... not yet. I want to feel your 
tight pussy for a long time... make it last," he 
whispered in her ear. Even though she dearly wanted to 
obey his request, her internal switch had already been 
set on 'Orgasm'. The spasms started short and ragged 
but quickly grew in magnitude until her entire body 
went into convulsions. She thrust her hips up at the 
man feeling her secret juices coat his thick cock.

Thus a commentary ensued between two aroused Africans 
and one refined American woman. Sarge was first. "I 
fuck! Cock feel good in cunt," he hissed as he ravaged 
her precious womanhood.

"Gawd, oh gawd, I'm still cumming."

"You suck cock... Kato's cock. Suck his cock next."

"Yes, dear gawd, yes... I'll suck his cock... wonderful 
cock."

"I fill cunt... put babies inside belly. You have my 
baby."

"Dear gawd... I'm cumming. It's soooo good... cumming 
so good."

"I ready... fuck white cunt. Fuck white slave with big 
cock."

"I feel it... your cock deep inside me. Oh gawd... 
you're cumming."

"We fuck all night... you suck Kato... then fuck."

"Yes... yes! I'll suck Kato. Suck his cock... then he 
can put it inside me... fuck me with his big, black 
cock."

Tremors shot through her body and Michelle unbelievably 
spewed the filthy tirade. She was shocked by her demise 
and prayed for forgiveness. "I can feel his cock on my 
face... so hot. I want him inside... inside my lovebox. 
I want him to fill my lovebox with his cum... just like 
you. Oh gawd... please... do it. Do it now!"

Sarge felt the desperate woman clinging to his 
masculine frame. Her nails raked his back and his 
stamina finally disappeared. His rhythmic pumping 
suddenly turned into short, powerful jerks of a madman. 
Each inward thrust felt fantastic, as the head of his 
cock sliced through her cervix and entered the deepest 
part of her womb. When the vast stream of cum 
jettisoned from the end of his raging cock, Sarge tried 
to hold his cock fully embedded in her heat chamber.

***

The night was a lot longer than the morning. When her 
eyes opened, Michelle's head was still very fuzzy from 
lack of sleep. Every muscle in her exhausted body 
seemed to ache and every square inch of her body felt 
sticky. Michelle was alone in a big bed and she 
welcomed the solitude, as her mind began a frightening 
recall. She planned going over each drastic event even 
though the sordid details filled her with guilt.

Her recollection started with the gala celebration and 
commenced with her going with Sarge to meet all of his 
guests. She remembered being greeted warmly by many 
people and how everyone complimented her on her 
beautiful attire and appearance.

The meal was definitely different and there were many 
unusual and African foods. Following the meal, Sarge's 
boss serenaded her around the dance floor, she 
suspected, but Michelle never suspected what was 
actually in store for her. The man eventually escorted 
her from the celebration and took her to a room 
specifically setup for his planned escapade. She 
shuttered remembering how Buru exploited her vulnerable 
position.

Michelle actually thought her turmoil was over for the 
evening after she had succumbed to Buru's degrading 
demands, but she was sadly mistaken. Once the party 
guests left, she was forced to go with Sarge and his 
son to a private bedroom. Michelle lay on the bed 
feeling immensely guilty for what happened, but she was 
also thoroughly embarrassed for the way she surrendered 
to Sarge's sexual demands. Then the images of a mature, 
experienced woman falling under the control of a mere 
teenager flashed through her head. Despite her resolve 
not to let her emotions get carried away, the boy made 
her orgasm like a little schoolgirl.

Then the drastic visualization of Sarge making Michelle 
his personal slave materialized. Michelle remembered 
how she talked dirty to the man and how she willingly 
climaxed with Sarge's dangerous pecker buried deep in 
her inner being. She shivered realizing that she did 
not hesitate or struggle when Sarge detailed the entire 
night to her. The man scripted what she would do with 
his son and she freely cooperated.

The blowjob she performed on the teenager turned out to 
be unforgettable. Kato's penis was measurably larger 
than most she had seen and the fact it was black and 
uncircumcised added to its fascination. The boy had 
more stamina than most men and he reveled when she used 
her tits to massage his cock. She thought he would blow 
his load right then but he managed to wait until her 
hot mouth robbed his stamina. She remembered gulping 
down the burning lava and how she almost choked when 
the boy tried to shove his cock down her throat.

The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. It 
evolved with Sarge making her suck his softened cock 
until it was hard again and then she had to endure a 
second blowjob. She was not even finished sucking 
Sarge's cock when the two forced her onto her hands and 
knees. In the perfect doggie position, it took Kato no 
time to realize another dream. He fucked his idol and 
much to Michelle's dismay, she experienced the third 
orgasm of the night.

Suddenly her memory made her body shake. The mother of 
all orgasms happened in the middle of the night. She 
was riding her stallion, Sarge, and bouncing up and 
down on his enlarged cock, which was inserted into her 
tummy. Then Kato was standing right in front of her 
with his feet planted on either side of his father. He 
taunted his teacher with his cock by rubbing it all 
over her face and upper body. Her hands had nowhere to 
go but onto the boys hips, but then one hand slipped 
between the boys legs. Her dainty hand filled with 
Kato's balls and she jiggled them bringing the boy 
immense pleasure.

Her big boobs were playtoys for Sarge and Kato who made 
her nipples the center of attraction. Even the crude 
and rough treatment didn't discourage her emotions from 
reaching sky-high levels and Michelle soared through 
the clouds, as she rode the crest of supreme ecstasy.

There were brief moments of sleep after that, but 
Michelle remembered being woken by one or the other. 
The sessions were quick and she merely allowed Sarge or 
Kato to satisfy their desires by using her beaten body. 
Even though her entire insides were filled beyond 
capacity, Michelle didn't try to clean up or wipe any 
of the African cream away.

Noises from the adjourning room disturbed her reverie, 
rousing Michelle out of her morning dreamland. Zelda 
had finished her morning chores and she was ready to 
entertain Michelle for the rest of the day. Suddenly 
the black woman was standing in the doorway and 
Michelle grabbed a sheet to cover her nudity. 
"Elections start. Run all day. Sarge go with husband to 
inspect voting... you stay here," she said. "Men busy 
all day... and for more days," Zelda said waving her 
hand indicating Sarge and Rodney would be performing 
election duties for a few days.

"You shower. Remember what I asked? What I want you to 
do?" Zelda's face looked overly excited sending a 
shiver of doubt through Michelle.

Michelle hesitated. She didn't want to answer the 
woman's question but Zelda was too excited to wait. "We 
shave. Make me look pretty... just like you," she 
whispered with her voice shaking. "You shave. Show 
Zelda how to look American."

Michelle remained speechless and knew she didn't have 
any way out of her growing dilemma. Zelda rushed across 
the room, grabbing the covering sheet from her torso. 
She tossed the sheet aside and took Michelle by the 
hand. "Then I show you many things," Zelda said. "We 
have day together... just you and me."

The African woman looked at the gorgeous white woman 
and she shivered with the thought of what Michelle had 
endured last night. Zelda felt sorry for Michelle but 
there was no way she could ever stop her husband's 
blackmail.

THE END

This chapter kept getting longer and longer so I 
decided to end it at this point. I have the next 
chapter almost ready with a new, exciting twist. One of 
the suggestions from a reader was to include a female 
celebrity in the story and I may try to do that in 
another subsequent chapter. Of course the woman would 
not be anyone we know... just a celebrity that the 
reader can put anyone's name on.

Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I 
appreciate feedback from readers.

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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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