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Michelle's Story - 5
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

The story continues. (M+/F, nc, bi, mast, oral, anal, 
mc, orgy)

***

Author's 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.

***

Chapter 5

Rodney returned from Geneva to the sight of his 
beautiful wife. Michelle met him at the airport and the 
couple was quickly taken to a very nice house by one of 
Sarge's guards. Sarge had informed Rodney that he would 
reside in the house during the time he worked in the 
country. The news made Rodney very happy because he 
assumed his wife would be staying with him in the quaint 
residence, which was only a short distance from Sarge's 
home.

The couple continued to hug and caress long after 
entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to 
see the other, after being apart for so long, and they 
had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands 
venture all over his wife's body relishing the rare 
opportunity to actual caress Michelle. "It has been so 
long... too long since I have been able to hold you in 
my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered. 
"I've missed you. God... your breasts feel so... bigger, 
and so nice in my hands."

Now that Rodney had his wife in his arms, he was almost 
afraid to stop the lovely embrace. They remained in the 
entryway of the house, as he quickly explained his trip 
to Geneva. He told Michelle how uneventful the trip was 
and that he had merely handed in a favorable report to 
the International Human Rights Committee.

Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about 
her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft 
knock at the door. Questioningly Rodney looked at his 
wife. Then he slowly opened the door to find the teenage 
Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face. 
The boy didn't have to say a word, as his indications 
were that he was there to pickup Michelle.

A tear came to her eye when Michelle looked at her 
husband's sad face. "I'm sorry... so sorry, love. But I 
have to go with him... I thought you knew," she 
whispered. "It's Sarge... his orders are for me to 
remain in his home until we leave the country."

Rodney felt helpless, sensing the African employment had 
been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the 
groundwork for the final demise long before he returned 
from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured 
Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all 
her waking hours with his son. Sarge threatened to not 
only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but 
also he implied that some physical harm might 
'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate.

Rodney motioned for Kato to come in while he spoke to 
Michelle. He closed the door once the boy was inside and 
then he coaxed his wife off to one side, away from the 
teenager. "Honey... but I thought? I hoped we could be 
together... spend the night together," he whispered. 
"God, honey! When I was gone... did you... sleep with 
him?"

Michelle knew her husband meant Kato and she didn't know 
how to lie. She was afraid to say anything so she merely 
stood motionless and quiet. Rodney's eyes bore a hole 
into her fragile confidence. "I have to know... were you 
with him? Did he... he... did you have sex with Kato?

She was distraught and barely able to talk. "I'm so 
sorry. Sarge forced me. He forced me to sleep with 
Kato," she moaned with her voice breaking. "I had to 
sleep with him."

She looked at her husband seeing he still needed 
answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift 
question and answer phase.

"How often did you sleep with him?"

"Eh... every night."

"Did he... did you have sex every night?

"Oh gawd... yes."

"Darling! But he's only a boy... a fucking boy!"

"I'm so sorry."

Rodney had suspected it but the shocking news still 
bothered him. Suddenly he was crazy and had to know 
more. "Was it... the sex any good?"

She stared at her husband intending on telling a lie for 
once in her life. "No! No... no," she whispered. Then 
she looked away feeling too guilty to look at her 
husband. "Oh gawd... I couldn't help it. He was a man... 
he knew what to do."

"Holy shit! Did you orgasm? Did you have an orgasm with 
him?"

There were more tears of guilt mixed with shame. "Yes... 
dear gawd, yes," she whispered still unable to lie. Then 
the memory of being lost and totally under Kato's spell 
filled her head.

"Michelle... dear God. How many times? Once, twice... 
three times?"

"Every night... every day, we had sex. I couldn't 
stop... couldn't help it. I came... oh gawd, he made me 
come."

"But honey... you can get pregnant."

She was too distraught by this time and fell into her 
husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"

Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato showed his 
anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his 
adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm. 
Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the 
door and he reluctantly let her go. All he could imagine 
in his distraught mind was the powerful, African boy 
having sex with his naked, fervent wife.

***

Sarge grinned upon reading the news. He perused the 
gossip section of an international newspaper and noticed 
that one of the Hollywood actresses was taking a 
sabbatical to Africa. Apparently the actress wanted to 
start a family and adopting a baby from one of the 
African countries was a perfect way to start. Marie 
Kelly's news article stated that she was leaving within 
a week or two and she was not cast to do another movie 
for at least a year.

When the expected message arrived at his office one 
morning, Sarge read it with great anticipation. "I have 
decided to accept your invitation. I am going to arrive 
in your country on Friday, on the noon flight from Los 
Angles. Please make living arrangements, in the same 
hotel as we stayed before. I will stay until after the 
baby is born."

Sarge read the message feeling a great sense of pride. 
"My oldest sister will be traveling with me and she will 
look after me during my stay. She is a very influential 
woman with powerful contacts in the US embassy so please 
don't try anything with her."

He continued reading with more anticipation building 
deep inside his belly. "You must promise me complete 
secrecy and promise you won't let any news get out that 
I am pregnant. We both know what it would do to my 
reputation and I insist that it be kept quiet."

Sarge read and laughed out loud at her obvious 
gullibility. 'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'll keep it quiet, 
but your sweet ass is mine! I'm going to let my little 
niece take real good care of it until the baby is born. 
Then Nia can give it to whomever she wants. Hell... all 
the boys loved it last time... maybe they can have it 
again... and again!'

He couldn't stop laughing at his shrewd scheme. Sarge 
was still laughing when he sent a reply to Marie Kelly 
and the perpetual grin lasted until the actress's plane 
arrived. Marie Kelly deplaned and entered the security 
section of the airport without any fanfare. Sarge 
watched the beautiful actress, as she walked towards the 
security checkpoint, and sort of regretted not keeping 
her for himself.

Suddenly he noticed her accomplice and marveled at the 
woman's radiant beauty. She was definitely older, but 
the woman carried herself with a grace not common to 
most. It was obviously Marie Kelly's sister and Sarge's 
tummy did a summersault thinking of new and more devious 
plans.

Sarge went straight up to the pair. "I'm so glad you 
accepted my invitation... to visit our African paradise 
again," he said to the actress. "This gorgeous woman 
must be your sister. My, oh my... it is very nice to 
meet you," he said, extending a welcoming hand.

"This is Susan, my oldest sister. Sue... this is Sarge. 
He is head of security and has assured me that my secret 
is safe," Marie Kelly said. She gave her sister a 
warning glance even though none was needed, as the two 
had discussed Sarge before leaving home.

Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip, 
but now she was scared. The powerful, dark eyes of the 
officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her 
entire body. Susan realized they would be cutoff from 
the outside world once they had cleared security and she 
reasoned there was no alternative. Thankfully everything 
went well, as the sisters progressed through security 
screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they 
were on the way to the hotel.

***

Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took 
hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie 
Kelly's visit. It would be the ultimate control over two 
of the most adorable women in the world. One he was 
already master over, or his young son was, he chuckled. 
The other was a famous actress who he would soon have 
complete control over, if he already didn't have, he 
reasoned.

It was easy to arrange for a weekend gathering at his 
home. His nieces were only too happy to attend knowing 
the white visitors would also be there. Sarge explained 
to his young nieces that he planned having the two 
pregnant, white women stay in their village until the 
babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted 
them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple 
of days at his home; then they could all spend the next 
few months in the village.

He was well aware of Thema's admiration for Michelle and 
he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting 
pregnant at almost the same time, as Michelle, the 
timing was perfect. Sarge laughed at Nia's response when 
he mentioned that she should come into the city with her 
sister. Nia never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to 
visit and she seemed overly anxious to meet the actress. 
He correctly assumed Nia found the American very 
appealing after seeing what happened to her during the 
kidnapping.

His tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. She 
didn't relish living in a hotel and jumped at alternate 
accommodations. Sarge explained how the actress and her 
sister could stay in his home for the weekend, and then 
they would live with his two nieces. He told the sisters 
how Thema and Nia lived in a small village and they were 
more than willing to look after their needs for the next 
few months.

Sarge slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie Kelly 
more. He stated that his oldest niece was pregnant and 
that she was queen of their village. Then he told the 
actress that there would be another white woman, who was 
pregnant, staying in the village during the same time.

Susan was skeptical about moving out of the hotel, but 
her sister insisted they do it. Marie Kelly was 
convinced of Sarge's concern for her well-being. She was 
also adamant that she couldn't live in a busy hotel and 
wanted to be someplace where it was quiet and restful. 
Being out of the public limelight was a primary concern 
for her now that she was pregnant. A small village 
seemed the perfect place to spend time waiting for the 
baby to be born, Marie assured her sister.

They were packed and ready when Sarge's limo arrived. 
Emu and Mosi put the luggage in the car and then took 
the women to their boss's home. The transition went 
extremely smooth, as Zelma, her daughters and many 
servants met the sisters. Sarge planned taking things 
one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at 
his home so he could demonstrate his supreme control.

Stage two was well thought out. His young son didn't 
like the idea, but Sarge assured Kato that the white 
woman would be his after the baby was born. Then he told 
Kato that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few 
months with Thema in her village. He also explained how 
the actress would join Michelle in the village and she 
would be well taken care of by Kato's young cousin, Nia.

Suddenly Sarge grinned feeling more and more confidence 
after meeting Marie Kelly's sister. He imagined making 
slight modification to stage two, which included gaining 
control over the sophisticated Susan. Sarge pictured the 
refined, ravishing woman and wondered if he was shrewd 
enough to get the upper hand on such a woman.

Sarge was smart enough to delay any perverted acts until 
the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings. 
That was the reason he took extra precautions planning 
stage two. The three women would spend the entire 
weekend at his home while his family, along with his 
nieces, would show the trio some African hospitality.

The progression to stage three would be his ultimate 
caper. He planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend 
months in the village and he left what happened entirely 
up to Thema and Nia. Sarge didn't even bother giving his 
nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or 
what should happen during the time. He reasoned that 
anything the two young girl's came up with would suffice 
and totally blow his mind.

The bonus of part three was having Susan around. His 
altered plan was to have the beautiful woman spend the 
entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge 
planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. And 
he suddenly came to the conclusion that he was not going 
to share her. He would keep Susan for himself and have 
her as his mistress.

***

The weekend went exactly as planned. The sisters spent a 
relaxing time in Sarge's home and they were given 
private tours of the capital city. Michelle spent the 
days at his home although Sarge allowed her to spend 
nights with her husband. The devious maneuver seemed to 
work in his favor. It supposedly indicated the married 
couple had some independence, which added to Sarge's 
sincerity towards his guests.

Sarge was the perfect host, as he had his family and 
servants provide lavish meals for everyone. He even 
supplied local entertainment each evening and it didn't 
take long to put his guests at ease. The two young girls 
grew friendly with the three women, but neither Thema 
nor Nia put any forward advances on their targeted 
victims.

Susan watched things closely and felt overly protective 
for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five 
children, she had always been there for Marie. Susan 
felt there was something very odd with the way Sarge was 
treating them and she noticed the other white woman was 
treated with a special devotion. At one point during a 
tour of the parliament building, the woman disappeared 
with Sarge's son, which seemed very odd to Susan.

The disappearance itself wasn't that odd. It was the 
appearance of the woman when she returned that was 
bizarre. Her face was a brilliant blushing red and she 
acted timid and shy around her husband. Strangely her 
husband put up with her odd actions although he had a 
look of deep concern on his face. Susan looked closely 
at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30's, 
very close to her age.

As the tour continued around the extensive building, 
Susan noticed how the young boy boldly put his hands all 
over the sexy woman. It actually appeared like a game, 
as the woman tried hard to stop the fondling and 
groping, but it seemed to do little good. What was the 
most upsetting to Susan was the way Sarge seemed to 
tolerate what his son did and he even appeared to 
encourage Kato.

The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she 
became. The man was extremely forceful to the point 
where he acted arrogant. It was almost as if he assumed 
the three guests were his personal servants and he could 
order them to do anything. What concerned her the most 
was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty 
from everyone. That was most evident during one of the 
evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her. 
In no time she was conversing back and forth with him 
and the light banter put her at ease, which she didn't 
like. She thought he was nothing but a scum-sucking pig 
and she didn't like the fact he coerced her into liking 
him.

As the weekend drew to a close, the house got eerily 
quiet. Thema and Nia returned to their village, but 
Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests 
before they left. He gave them complete freedom and 
permission to do whatever their hearts desired. "Thema, 
my dear. You have expressed interest in Michelle... told 
me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to 
his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring 
her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live 
with you and Baako."

The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through 
Thema's entire body. She had dreamed about this. 
Fantasized about having Michelle stay with her... live 
with her. All of a sudden her dream was coming true. She 
listened to her uncle on pins and needles and then he 
turned his attention to her sister.

"Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I 
bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to 
me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi's home 
with you. She be your slave... own personal, white 
slave."

Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She 
hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in 
her was not unfounded. Then the two girls departed 
leaving Sarge to wrap up the weekend. He willingly 
allowed Michelle to stay with her husband at their house 
for one last night, but made sure they knew his plan. 
"Tomorrow. I pick you up and we go to village. You stay 
with Thema... live with her," he whispered sending a 
shiver of panic down Rodney's spine. "She look after 
your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I 
arrange for doctor to stay in village."

Then Sarge turned his attention to Rodney. "But you stay 
in city... work during week. Then visit wife on 
weekends. I drive you to village so you can visit." 
Sarge watched the couple leave and he noticed how they 
embraced in a most hesitant manner.

Suddenly Sarge was alone with his thoughts. He went up 
to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into 
the hot tub relishing the upcoming days and weeks. He 
was in complete control with only one more thing to 
accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the 
visitor he cherished most of all.

***

The couple discussed what was best for the future. 
Rodney's job with the ruling junta was progressing 
extremely well and that was why they were given the 
house to live in. The problem with the arrangements was 
that his wife did not spend much time with him. One 
person, Sarge, planned Michelle's schedule for her, 
which meant she was away most of the time.

Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his son and he 
would do anything to further Kato's sexual prose. When 
he first told his son that Michelle would live in the 
village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and 
disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the 
baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home. 
"Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with 
him, but not so. She will sleep in your bed... be Kato's 
woman."

Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle last night 
when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he 
told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African 
village, Rodney had been very upset. They sat at the 
kitchen table on a bright, sunny morning, but both were 
in an extremely somber mood, as they thought about the 
upcoming days. By all of Sarge's indications, Michelle 
would remain in the village until the baby was born and 
Rodney would hardly get to see her. That possibility 
infuriated Rodney, but then he realized there was 
nothing he could do to stop Sarge's manipulation scheme.

Michelle looked more radiant that ever dressed in tribal 
garb. The wrap around dress made her appear much younger 
and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The 
couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and 
his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo. 
It should have been the saddest day of her life; yet for 
some strange reason Michelle's heart beat fast with a 
mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village 
and being met by a loving black angel.

When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to 
get in, Michelle was shocked to see someone already in 
the car. Then she recognized Marie Kelly and timidly 
whispered a warm greeting so as not to show her 
impending fear of leaving her husband. The two women sat 
together and Sarge got in facing them in the other seat. 
Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out 
of the capital city.

Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride. It 
was a struggle, but finally she managed to chat with the 
silent woman sitting beside her. They talked about the 
scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got 
to more personal things. "Your sister... where is your 
sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle 
whispered to her acquaintance.

Marie Kelly sat stiffly in the backseat. "He wouldn't 
let her. The bastard wouldn't let Sue come with me... 
come to the village with me," Marie said. Her voice was 
loud and clear and there was no mistaking her anger. 
Sarge merely grinned devilishly and he didn't say a 
word, which made Marie even madder.

"He ordered me. The fucking bastard ordered me to join 
him... drive to the village where he will probably keep 
me a goddamn prisoner," she hissed. "And poor Sue has to 
stay in his house... in his fucking house all by 
herself!"

Suddenly the actress felt panic for making such a 
mistake. "Gawd.... why did I beg her to come with me? 
Come to this African hellhole," she whispered this time. 
"It's all my fault. I should never have asked Sue to 
come."

The two beautiful women sat across from Sarge as the 
countryside flashed by the window in a complete blur. 
Michelle felt a great loss being away from Rodney again 
and wondered if her life would ever return to normal. 
Marie suffered knowing her innocent sister was alone in 
an unfamiliar city and living with an absolutely 
unscrupulous man.

All of a sudden, the limo pulled up at a familiar abode 
and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting 
for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out 
of the car and he went into his brother's residence. 
Once he was assured that everything was ready for the 
visit, he returned to the limo. Sarge held the backdoor 
open and motioned for the shivering women to join him in 
Zuberi's home.

Michelle and Marie Kelly went into the house where Sarge 
was the gracious host, introducing them to everyone. 
Just as all the introductions were complete, there was 
an indication of a new guest arriving and a hush came 
over the entire room.

Thema came into her father's home with the grace and 
elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress 
and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare. 
Michelle stared at the girl and she felt her heart begin 
to beat much faster. Her first impulse was to run across 
the floor and put her arms around the beautiful, native 
girl. The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and 
the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema's 
dark skin. Michelle couldn't see the African Rose yet 
imagined it clearly in her head.

When Thema surveyed the room, it was just a matter of 
time before her gaze settled on her eventual target. 
Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer 
and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering 
anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until 
they were together. Their eyes did not waver, as Thema 
slowly walked across the room until she was directly in 
front of her timid slave.

Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and 
amazed Michelle with her sudden speech. "You 
beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered. 
Her sudden revelation stunned Michelle and made her 
heart beat violently out of control. She had the 
strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had 
nothing to do with being pregnant. She stood absolutely 
still waiting for the African girl to continue.

"We both pregnant. Baby comes at same time... and you 
stay here. Stay with me and wait for babies," Thema 
whispered. The girl had the strangest idea that she had 
to explain everything to the unsuspecting woman. "He 
say... Sarge say you stay with me. I tell him that I 
love you. Want you with me."

Michelle was speechless, as she listened to the girl. "I 
remember. Remember what it was like. When we make 
love... have sex," Thema said with her hands making 
precise motions. "You gorgeous... very lovely. I want to 
touch you... touch you all over. Feel tits... tummy... 
ass... pussy!"

Luckily none of the other villagers understood the basic 
English, and Sarge and Zuberi were too far across the 
room to hear what Thema said. Marie stood speechless 
next to the two and her mouth hung wide open, as she 
listened to the shocking revelations.

It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have 
infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the 
spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding 
and gave the indication there was going to be a role 
reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African 
Queen should have spurred Michelle to action yet it did 
not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete 
control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led 
the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly 
down the street.

Michelle was very familiar with their destination. They 
walked towards Thema's home so fast that she almost had 
to run to keep up to the girl. All the while her head 
was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one 
thing. Suddenly they were inside Thema's home and when 
the door shut, her heart burst with emotion.

Michelle felt strong arms around her quivering shoulders 
and then demanding lips on her face. Thema kissed her 
face before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle's 
ear. She whispered and her voice sounded so soft and 
loving that Michelle's breathing grew ragged in a 
fleeting moment. "You Thema's lover. You stay with me... 
live with Backo and me," she whispered. "Thema queen... 
married to Backo. Backo have Thema... and you!"

The girl was demanding and she saw no reason for 
waiting. Thema wanted nothing more than to show her 
nervous lover how she felt. She almost ripped the top of 
the dress from Michelle's torso and couldn't unwrap the 
garment fast enough. The dress was loose and baggy and 
it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only one 
undergarment, a pair of borrowed panties.

Thema eyes grew big when she saw the African Butterfly. 
The tattoo was not fully healed, but it did look more 
like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the 
African village the first time. Her eyes remained on the 
symbol, as her hands reached for the velvety but firm 
titties. Thema's fingers concentrated on the hard, 
throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and 
around, hearing moans of desperation coming from her 
white lover.

Suddenly Thema decided on her course of action. She put 
her arms around Michelle and pulled her into her hard, 
youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties 
from behind, and slithered down until reaching the 
seductive butt cheeks. Thema caressed Michelle's ass for 
only a short time before she needed more. She sucked in 
her breath and rotated her hand around Michelle's flared 
hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. Thema would 
always admire the cleanly shaven area and vowed to have 
it done to herself. 

Michelle understood Thema's wishes for power and supreme 
control. The girl's skilled fingers slipped into the 
narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs and 
instantly found the immense wetness. When Thema spread 
the puffy labia so that she could surround the throbbing 
clitoris, Michelle knew she would be forced to 
surrender.

Suddenly Thema pulled the clit outward until it was 
stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then she 
squeezed it hard enough to bring groans of desire from 
her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from 
Michelle's most inner sanctuary and Thema felt the 
instant wetness coating her dainty fingers. The young 
girl felt the womanly hips thrust at her hand and she 
smiled with immense happiness.

Michelle's legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema's 
strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred, 
but she could see the crest of an intense orgasm on the 
horizon. All of a sudden her feet were moving and the 
two interlocked bodies quickly wound up on Thema's 
marital bed. The significance of the romantic adventure 
was profound and the young queen knew she would be 
sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.

How the girl got undressed was a mystery that Michelle 
gladly accepted. Suddenly time didn't matter anymore and 
her memory would only include glimpses of coming into 
the village house, being undressed by the African girl, 
and then submitting to her native charms. Thema's strong 
arms held her and a fiery kiss ensued. Their tongues 
intertwined and Michelle felt herself reaching out to 
the African girl. She was mature and experienced, but 
yet, Michelle felt the strongest urge for Thema's 
control. 

***

When the wild ecstasy subsided and both were breathing 
normal again, Thema illustrated what the future held. 
She got her points across even though her English 
consisted of basic words, which were mainly nouns and 
verbs. They lay in each other's arms for the longest 
time and held each other long after the explanation. 
Loving embraces were something Michelle yearned for and 
strangely it came from another woman instead of a man, 
or her husband. Men never caressed or embraced a woman 
after an orgasm, as they assumed their job was done. 
That was not the case with a woman, as her emotions and 
desires were still rampant even after an actual climax.

Thema ran her fingers through Michelle's long hair 
letting the strands float through her hands. Her 
explanation, although not in perfect English, had been 
fully understood by Michelle. At first the thought of 
spending the next few weeks and months with Thema seemed 
daunting yet Michelle quickly realized it was best. She 
would be safe and not have to worry about anything, 
especially being pestered by the tribal men.

The afternoon flew by and before long Thema's husband 
came home. Both women expected Baako, but they seemed 
surprised when he arrived. Thema spoke to him in their 
native tongue and each kept looking at Michelle giving 
her the impression they were talking about her. It felt 
uncomfortable at first being with the tribal couple, but 
they quickly made her feel at ease. Thema and Baako 
tried to include Michelle in their conversations even 
though much of the time it was by gestures and hand 
signals.

Michelle faithfully followed their lead. Eventually they 
were all laughing at the strange and unfamiliar gestures 
that seemed to enable them to communicate. Thema 
prepared the evening meal and everyone was famished by 
the time they sat down to eat. The entire evening went 
much smoother than expected and they felt like old 
friends when they sat down in the couple's living room 
after the meal.

***

She looked closer at the young warrior. His face was 
etched with intense desire and it made him appear 
nervous. Michelle tried to guess his age and suddenly 
she shivered with the thought he was seventeen or 
eighteen at most. All of a sudden her daydreaming was 
interrupted and Michelle realized it was bedtime in the 
African community. She felt extremely uncomfortable when 
the couple escorted her into their bedroom yet there 
seemed no way out of her growing dilemma.

Suddenly Baako undressed and tossed his clothes on the 
floor. He turned to face the two women and the overly 
animated grin on his face was very evident. Thema's face 
was covered with a knowing smile and she threw her 
husband a kiss. Michelle quickly looked at Baako and her 
eyes lingered on the most obvious part of his aroused 
body.

Baako caught her stare and he swiftly grabbed his 
upstanding pecker. He wrapped his fingers around the 
thick shaft and pointed his cock directly at Michelle. 
When he glanced over at his wife, Baako saw her big 
smile of approval. He took one step forward and Michelle 
merely flinched, but stood her ground. Then he slowly 
walked across the floor until he stood measly inches in 
front of the stunning white goddess.

Michelle was utterly speechless. Suddenly she was 
surrounded. Baako in front of her and Thema right behind 
her and both stripped her clothes in a feverish fashion. 
Then Baako took her hand and he directed her towards the 
bed. She glanced over her shoulder at Thema and noticed 
the girl's beaming face of approval. Michelle had the 
strangest feeling when Baako forced her onto the bed and 
quickly onto her back.

There was only one thing on his enraged mind. Baako 
swiftly pushed her legs apart so he could see her 
glorious womanhood. His eyes bulged and he quickly got 
on the bed so that he was crouching between Michelle's 
wide-spread legs. In a split second, he was lying on top 
of her and his stellar cock was pressing into her 
unprotected opening. The head of his cock hit the bulls-
eye and Baako pushed his hips downward just enough to 
feel the heat engulf the end of his engorged cock.

Michelle didn't know what to do or how to act. Her head 
rolled to the side and a million things went through her 
mind in just a matter of moments. 'I can't do this... be 
unfaithful to Rodney. I can't have sex with Thema's 
husband... with her watching. Oh no, I can't have sex... 
I'm pregnant. Dear gawd, his cock is inside. I'm nothing 
but a whore... a Blackman's whore.'

Then she rolled her head to the other side and faced 
destiny. Thema's pretty face smiled at her and the 
African queen gave every indication that she approved. 
The girl's obvious acceptance made Michelle's heart 
quiver, wanting nothing more than to make Thema happier. 
Suddenly her hands, which were pushing against Baako's 
powerful chest, stopped and went around his torso.

Thema's husband was in a fervor and his hips thrusted to 
and fro at a furious pace. Then Michelle reasoned that 
it would require a stronger will and desire if she was 
to please her African queen. She rammed her hips up at 
Baako and suddenly he was deep, so deep she felt him 
devour her soul. She was a little astonished when the 
familiar spasm shot through her insides, but not very 
surprised.

An angel quickly grasped her hand. Thema squeezed her 
hand and radiated true passion to her lover. Their eyes 
locked a fleeting moment before a tremendous explosion 
occurred in her deepest being. Michelle bucked under the 
rutting tribal warrior and she let her climax overtake 
her most intimate emotions. Her amorous body belonged to 
the young African couple and her surrender was complete. 
She realized Thema, Baako or even both of them could 
posses her whenever they desired... or demanded.

When Baako finished empting his massive load of cum, he 
rolled off Michelle with a big sigh of contentment. He 
was totally exhausted and casually lay on his back while 
falling asleep within seconds. He never noticed his 
young wife slip onto the bed and lay against Michelle 
who was still huffing and puffing. The two women put 
their arms around each other and they too fell asleep.

That was the beginning of months of erotic lovemaking. 
Baako watched their bellies get bigger and bigger and he 
was amazed at how sexy they looked even when pregnant. 
Every night was full of mystery and wonderful sharing. 
Baako was the happiest warrior. He had intercourse with 
his lovely wife and also Michelle whenever he wanted. 
Every once in awhile he had sex with both of them, but 
he truly relished the odd occasion when they teamed up 
on him. It was a totally new and exciting adventure, as 
the women made sure he was fully exhausted by night's 
end.

***

Nia watched her sister leave with the beautiful 
Michelle. She glanced at her uncle and noticed his 
devious wink. Nia relished the chance to show Sarge that 
she, too, was powerful and there was no better way than 
proving her dominance over the American actress. Sarge 
was well aware of Nia's aspirations to become one of the 
elite women in their tribe and he used it to his 
advantage. His explanation to her during his last visit 
to the village left no doubt that he wanted to humiliate 
and get complete control over the actress.

Sarge told his niece that Marie Kelly would stay in the 
village until her baby was born. He suggested that Nia 
give the woman special loving care and also have her 
girlfriends befriend the actress much like they did 
Michelle. Nia couldn't have been happier, as for once in 
her life, she had control over someone just like her 
sister. She readily agreed with her uncle that Marie 
Kelly would live with her during the actress's stay in 
the village.
 
Very soon after Thema departed with Michelle, Sarge told 
Marie that it was the perfect time for a guided tour of 
the village. He started with Zuberi's home and showed 
the actress which bedroom she would be using. Her 
suitcases were quickly put away and Marie Kelly wondered 
about the room looking like someone already used it.

Before she had time to question or say anything, two 
young girls grabbed her hands and then she was ushered 
out of the house. Suddenly a few more girls joined them 
and they all set off on a tour of many old buildings in 
the village. As the group moved from building to 
building, Marie took closer observations of the girls. 
She noticed the one who seemed to be the leader and 
recognized her as one of Sarge's young nieces. The girl 
looked to be in her middle teens and she carried herself 
in an extremely confident manner.

Marie Kelly shivered every time Nia looked at her 
because the girl's dark, steady eyes seemed to convey 
something powerful and controlling. Marie wondered why 
someone about half her age could make her feel so 
intimidated.

All of a sudden the group approached what looked like a 
barn or a stable. Someone opened the door and then 
another girl shoved Marie into the building in a most 
challenging fashion. Suddenly five or six girls stood in 
a half-circle directly in front of her and they all had 
their hands on their hips, as if to say they were in 
control. They acted like they wanted her to do 
something, but Marie Kelly was utterly speechless.

She stood and her mouth gaped open when all of the girls 
started undressing. Marie didn't move a muscle, as first 
one, and then the rest took off all of their clothes. 
She quickly took the whole area in with a glance and 
noticed there were no other people around. There were 
piles of straw off to one side, which were covered with 
blankets. Along the other side were stalls containing 
horses and there were a couple of mangy dogs lying in 
front of one of the stalls.

Her whole body was shaking like mad. Suddenly Marie felt 
someone's hot breath on the back of her neck and her 
legs almost collapsed. Someone was behind her and she 
was completely petrified, too afraid to move a muscle. 
All of a sudden there were tender hands on her shoulders 
and she couldn't breathe anymore. Her chest heaved 
trying to get some air but it didn't help, as she 
glanced down at the small, black hands.

The hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them around the 
wide base to make them look bigger. Marie still couldn't 
move when the deft fingers knowingly unbuttoned her 
sheer blouse one button at a time. It seemed to take 
forever before the material was pushed aside to reveal 
her abundant tits. The fingers quickly slipped beneath 
the lacy bra, popping the cups upwards until they were 
around her neck.

Marie Kelly couldn't see anymore. Her eyes rolled 
backwards and her eyelids closed. Her head rolled back a 
little and found a perfect resting place on someone's 
soft shoulder. At first she thought about putting her 
hands up to stop the unwanted caresses, but then she 
wondered if they were indeed unwanted. Suddenly the 
fingers surrounded her hard nipples and pinched them in 
a determined manner. Marie Kelly opened her mouth to 
protest but nothing came out. Then the fingers started 
rolling her nipples around and around until the buds 
were harder than little pebbles.

The last thing in the world the actress ever intended on 
doing was spreading her legs. Suddenly lips touched the 
back of her ear and then someone whispered in almost 
perfect English. "I am Nia. You see my sister, Thema. 
She has white slave who loves her," the young girl 
whispered ever so softly. "You are my slave... my white 
slave. I am going to touch you all over... kiss you all 
over."

Then the native girl rained kisses on every square inch 
of Marie Kelly's neck, shoulders and down her back. 
Somehow the unbuttoned blouse had been stripped and was 
now discarded on a pile of straw. The bra was gone and 
the actress was naked above the waist. Suddenly her 
designer jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped allowing the 
dainty hand to slip into her panties. Marie Kelly sucked 
in her breath in a desperate attempt to give the hand 
more room, as it ventured down her almost flat tummy.

Suddenly the lips were against her ear again. "You 
sexy... very sexy. Your tits are nice and big... much 
bigger than mine," Nia whispered, putting both hands on 
the luscious boobs. "You my whore... white whore. We 
have sex... then my friends, too."

Marie Kelly slowly opened her eyes trying to see what 
was happening. She glanced to the side and noticed all 
the other girls were lying on the piles of straw. They 
were in a circle leaving what looked like a center 
stage, which made Marie shudder. The girls looked at the 
pair standing a few feet away and sort of motioned for 
the two to join them in the vacant opening.

Nia could see Marie Kelly looking at her friends. "They 
wait for you... you and me," she whispered. "We do it... 
do it right there so they can all see... see you be my 
white whore."

All of a sudden one of Nia's hands shot downward. Her 
fingers dipped under the elastic waistband and lower 
until they felt the soft, curly hair. She let her long, 
middle finger slide between the tightly closed thighs 
and knew she had hit the target when a loud moan escaped 
her timid victim. Nia forced her finger deeper and 
suddenly she felt immense wetness.

The actress was proud of her body. She knew it was 
extremely sexy and desirable by the fame she had 
received from her movies. Now her body was changing yet 
so far nothing was very obvious. Her boobs were slightly 
bigger and she knew it because her brassieres didn't fit 
properly anymore. Her tummy was not quite as flat as 
normal, but it wasn't obvious that Marie Kelly was 
pregnant unless a person looked really close. 

Nia nibbled on one of Marie Kelly's flushed ears and 
pulled her head backwards with her teeth. The actress 
held her eyes closed tightly dreaming of days earlier 
when she was with her boyfriend. It had been hard not to 
tell him about her sudden pregnancy, but she feared the 
repercussions if anyone found out the real facts. 
Suddenly a tongue toyed with her ear and soft kisses 
rained all over her neck.

After becoming pregnant, one thing had changed more than 
anything else. She had developed an intense desire for 
intimate sex and it seemed her passions increased to a 
point where she craved lust. Marie's head spun out of 
control and her daydreaming allowed the African princess 
to gain the upper hand. "Spread... spread legs," she 
whispered, tapping the sides of Marie's milky thighs to 
indicate her demands.

Marie Kelly was fully aware that it was wrong. She 
should not be standing in a stranger's arms, but 
suddenly her legs moved apart. Nia realized the woman 
had surrendered and she quickly moved forward. She put 
her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned her around so 
they faced each other. Being only 5'3", Marie had to 
look up into the strong, controlling eyes of the young 
African. She may have been only a girl yet Marie felt 
totally helpless against Nia.

Nia held the stare while deliberately placing the 
woman's arms down at her sides. Her hands went to 
Marie's hips and slowly rolled the loosened jeans down 
her flared hips. Then she stripped the garment leaving 
Marie dressed only in her panties. The hot desert air 
washed over Marie's flushed skin and she felt even 
hotter. Her eyes fluttered, unable to hold the intense 
stare, and suddenly she felt something rubbing against 
her wetness between her legs.

Marie's first impulse was to spread her legs wider. Then 
her almost non-existent panties were pushed deep into 
the wetness and fingers found her throbbing gem. When 
Nia pinched the clitty and rolled it around in the 
immense juices, her white slave cried out. The cries 
made the girl squeeze harder and then the cries became 
louder.

The actress felt like a mad dog, trying to show her 
immense satisfaction. She humped the skilled fingers and 
it was the quickest orgasm in history, as her cream 
flowed to meet the demanding fingers. Marie didn't hear 
the numerous giggles from the ring of girls and she felt 
no shame for what happened. Nia pinched the throbbing 
clitoris and managed to push the soaked panties to the 
side. Her strong left arm held the actress steady while 
her right hand performed magic.

The tremors were far too earth-shattering and Marie 
Kelly lost her balance. Her legs collapsed but her 
instincts knew the powerful girl would save her. Nia 
deftly guided Marie towards the nearest pile of straw 
and the two fell into the vacant spot between her circle 
of most excited friends. Their helping hands allowed the 
two lovers to fall without letting go of each other. 
Marie Kelly was aware of the many girls surrounding her 
but she only concentrated on one. 

There were no drugs or sedatives this time. Her lust was 
real and it consumed her mind in a mere moment. Strong, 
demanding lips closed over her own and Marie Kelly let 
the darting tongue invade her mouth. No kiss had ever 
been so passionate and she wondered if it wasn't because 
of the orgasm, which seemed to be everlasting.

Nia's friend's knew better yet they could not stop 
feeling and fondling the white goddess. Nia had 
specifically told them to leave the actress alone until 
she gave the order. Their hands were everywhere. There 
were fingers on Marie's blushing face, her neck, her 
arms and even her legs. One of the braver girls managed 
to strip the soaked panties and they all stared at the 
actress's sexy nakedness.

But it was the skillful Nia who inflicted the most 
damage. She broke the heated kiss and ventured downward 
until she had one of Marie Kelly's boobs in her mouth. 
The girl sucked the entire end of the breast and then 
her tongue slithered across the hardened tip like an 
angry serpent. The girl knew enough to embrace and 
fondle Marie Kelly's neglected boob. Her fingers 
caressed the nipple and areola, making sure they were 
puffy and swollen.

Then Nia ventured downward again and this time she found 
the curly twists of pussy hair. She played with them 
with her tongue and the teasing was profound for her 
slave. Suddenly the girl's tongue began caressing her 
everywhere. It felt so hot that Marie jumped and 
flinched wildly with every caress. Then it happened. Nia 
touched the glistening pink gem with the tip of her 
tongue and she thought the woman would hurt herself.

Nia stabbed the opening with her stiff tongue and there 
was no escaping for Marie Kelly. The girl was far too 
determined and all Marie could do was arch her back, 
hoping to survive Nia's assault. The continuous orgasm 
flourished and Marie was unable to stop her juices from 
flowing into the starved mouth. Suddenly Nia lapped the 
little jewel vigorously and then she sucked it all the 
way into her scorching mouth.

Marie Kelly wondered how long an orgasm could last. She 
also wondered how it was possible to achieve a second 
orgasm so soon after the first. All of a sudden Nia 
began giving gestures and she motioned to the actress 
that she wanted something. At first Marie Kelly didn't 
know what was going on but that quickly changed. Her 
exhausted and overworked body was twisted and coerced 
into a different position. She glanced downward at the 
native princess and shuddered at the sudden 
implications.

Nia put her strong hands on Marie Kelly's flushed face. 
She sternly held Marie's head and stared into her 
bewildered eyes. The girl's eyes burned into her soul 
and Marie Kelly was unable to look away. "You do. You 
make love to me... now," Nia whispered softly. "You do 
everything. Make love to me... so I orgasm. You fuck 
African princess... or else!"

Marie Kelly stared into Nia's controlling eyes. Any 
alternative and hearing Nia utter, 'or else,' sent the 
strongest tremor all through her body. Suddenly Marie 
was absolutely positive that having sex with another 
woman was better than anything else at that very moment. 
Then she let the girl's hands slowly push her head down 
until she felt the burning flesh against her face. The 
breast was so close that Marie couldn't focus on it and 
Nia's chest heaved up and down.

She had never felt such power or control. Marie cupped 
the cone-shape titties and squeezed them so the puffy 
bullet tips pushed outward even more. All of a sudden a 
nipple was a mere inch away. Her tongue lashed out and 
struck the very tip and the girl's body reacted like she 
had been hit with a large jolt of electricity. Marie put 
one boob in her hands and squeezed hard. The enlarged 
nipple poked up above her hands and her only concern was 
giving the girl satisfaction.

One moment the hard nipple was exposed and inviting and 
the next it was buried inside her volcanic mouth. Marie 
put her teeth around the nipple's base and acted like 
she was going to bite it hard. Nia's chest heaved and 
thrust up wildly, but then the woman shifted to her 
other nipple. Marie teased and enticed the girl until 
Nia couldn't take anymore.

Nia put her hands on the top of Marie's head and pushed 
downward. The nipple popped out of her mouth and 
suddenly soft, heated flesh passed by her burning face. 
Nia's hands didn't stop pushing until the woman's face 
was directly over her pelvis. Marie's eyes grew large as 
she stared at the girl's womanly charms. There was 
barely enough time to notice the sparse, curly hair and 
the shadow of Nia's wet pussy slit.

Marie would always treasure the moment when her tongue 
lashed out and made the princess cry. Nia's legs were 
spread wide and she left her opening fully exposed for 
her lover. Marie put her fingers on the girlie labia and 
pulled them apart to reveal utopia. The gem was the 
pinkest thing she had ever seen and suddenly her head 
was shoved downward. The girl's desperation was evident, 
as she moaned out loud, and twisted Marie's hair into 
her clinched fingers.

There was no guessing or pondering what to do. She 
nibbled Nia's delicate clitoris and felt the girl's hips 
thrust wildly with every bite. Even at the age of 32, 
this type of lovemaking surprised Marie. Strangely she 
felt more power and control than at any time in her 
life. She felt Nia's body react to every tongue-lashing 
and every nibble, which made Marie even more determined. 
Suddenly spending time in the village with Nia didn't 
seem so threatening or disheartening.

Marie attacked with a vengeance she didn't know was 
possible. Her mouth was over Nia's precious opening and 
the girl's entire clitoris was embedded inside her 
scorching mouth. She used her teeth gently and nibbled 
the delicate clit until Nia's body went into 
convulsions. Then Marie rammed her finger into the tight 
opening and finger-fucked the princess who was in the 
midst of a mind-blowing orgasm.

***

When the tribal princess had quenched her thirst, Nia 
readily gave a signal to her friends. All of the girls 
moved closer and suddenly Marie Kelly was roughly forced 
off of Nia's exhausted torso. Each girl grabbed a part 
of Marie and swiftly rolled the actress onto her back.

Marie Kelly assumed it was senseless to fight or 
struggle. She rolled her head side-to-side watching all 
the excited faces, as the girls hungrily devoured her 
entire body. Marie felt helpless and completely in the 
hands of Nia's girlfriends.

Her head kept rolling and Marie was determined to watch 
each girl, as they molested her. Two of the girls held 
her arms outstretched and pinned far above her head. One 
girl pinned her left leg out to the side while another 
girl spread her right leg outward so far it hurt. With 
four girls holding her limbs, it left two girls free for 
a molestation Marie would never forget.

Suddenly her head came up and Marie Kelly watched a girl 
suck one of her boobs and then roll her tongue all 
around her upstanding nipple. Another girl caressed her 
other boob and this girl was far rougher and determined. 
She put the hard nipple between her teeth and made Marie 
cry out when she chewed on the embedded bud.

Marie Kelly's eyes grew wider when she noticed red bite 
marks on each breast. Then she was horrified at seeing 
numerous red marks, which were dark hickies, tattooed 
into her milky flesh. The girls did not care if they 
marked or even hurt the woman when their mouths sucked 
as hard as they could. Every red tattoo was a symbol of 
control and power and each girl felt more and more 
esteem when they engraved the white flesh with hickies.

Suddenly Marie Kelly could see past the two bobbing 
heads on her chest. She witnessed more horrifying 
details sucked and nibbled into her burning flesh. There 
were hickies on her thighs as well as her upraised 
pelvis and tummy. Then Marie though she would die. The 
girl at her lower regions suddenly put her mouth 
directly over her opening and jabbed with her stiff 
tongue. The girl pretended to fuck with her tongue but 
she made sure to ram her mouth into the unprotected 
clitoris with every jab.

Just when Marie thought she might survive, the girl 
moved up slightly. She put her lips around the swollen 
clit and then she used her teeth. The girl raked her 
teeth back and forth on the clitoris and there was 
nothing Marie could do. Her arms and legs were pinned 
rendering her a prisoner and then the girl rammed her 
finger into Marie's hole.

Marie Kelly had expected to get fingered, but not there. 
The girl rammed her finger to the hilt in Marie's ass 
and kept it fully buried. All she did was roll the 
finger around and around while nibbling on the tender 
clitty. Marie arched her back and clinched her ass 
cheeks, as hard as possible, but it only made things 
worse. The native girl fucked her ass nonstop and ate 
her out like a lesbian pro.

Marie Kelly cried out loud. Tears even ran down her rosy 
cheeks when the explosive orgasm robbed any hint of her 
being civilized. A stable was a place for animals and 
that was exactly what she acted like. After the girl 
drank all of Marie Kelly's sweet cum, she reluctantly 
rolled off to the side allowing one of her friends the 
freedom to molest the white goddess.

***

All of the girls including Marie Kelly lost track of 
time. Each of Nia's friends was not satisfied until they 
had consumed some of the visitor's loving juices. Then 
each girl was utterly amazed when Nia encouraged her 
slave to perform oral magic on each of the girls. It 
turned into a night of erotic bliss for everyone and no 
person was more surprised than Marie Kelly.

The faces were blurred and long after Marie would try to 
recall what happened. She remembered going from one 
young girl to the next until she came to one 
recollection that would always be a haunting memory. 
Nia's girlfriends freely used her, as their oral sex-
toy, and Marie recalled performing and receiving 
cunnilingus until she last all track of where she was. 
Completely dazed and fatigued, she was roughly forced 
onto her back by some of the girls. Marie recalled how 
one unfamiliar girl moved between her legs and the girl 
left no doubts as to her intentions.

The girl was very skinny and at first Marie Kelly didn't 
really look closely at her. The girl fondled her 
genitals and then she kissed them in a very demanding 
manner. Marie remembered looking down to see whom it was 
and she almost fainted when she noticed the youngest 
girl. Suddenly Marie came face to face with the girl. 
Her face looked so young and innocent. When Marie 
noticed her body, she realized the girl was not as 
developed as the rest. The girl's breasts were not very 
big and she appeared to have virtually no pussy hair.

Suddenly the girl placed her hands on Marie Kelly's 
thighs. She pushed the milky limbs to the outer limits 
in an effort to fully expose the delicious womanly 
charms much to Marie's dismay. When her head dipped and 
Marie felt the girl's mouth on her most sensitive area, 
she reasoned it was time to stop the girl.

It was wrong and she had to say something. Marie Kelly 
looked around until she met Nia's eyes and then pleaded 
for her life. "Nia... dear gawd. Nia, my love. Please 
not this... don't let her do this," she moaned trying 
desperately to convince Nia to stop her young friend. 
Then her eyes filled with tears because of the shameful 
display that was about to happen. "Dear gawd... no. Oh, 
no... she's touching me. Her mouth is... no, no... her 
mouth! No, please... don't let her do it."

Nia quickly shuffled closer. She glanced down at her 
young friend and noticed how Sasha was slapping the 
floppy clit back and forth with her tongue. Then Nia's 
gaze returned to the teary eyes and she smiled the 
biggest smile. "She has to know. I promised her," she 
whispered. "I promised Sasha that she could do 
everything... like the rest of us. Please be good to 
her... and I'll make it up to you."

Marie pleaded with every fiber inside her womanly body. 
She desperately wanted to struggle, but her arms and 
legs were pinned by Nia's friends. Marie's eyes remained 
locked on her young princess, as her emotions headed out 
of control in two directions. Her mind followed her eyes 
and she felt intense desire to be with Nia; yet it was 
the betrayal of her body that consumed most of Marie's 
fiery emotions.

Suddenly the girl's fingers pulled Marie's pussy lips 
farther apart. Sasha stared at the exposed clitoris with 
her hungry eyes and then she put her fingers around the 
tiny gem. Having already experimented and masturbated 
many times, the girl knew where to touch Marie Kelly. 
She squeezed with her fingers but left a small portion 
of the throbbing clit free for her tongue-lashing, which 
she administered with great fervor.

Marie Kelly arched her back severely trying to get away. 
The hands of all the other girls held her down so their 
young friend could ravage the white goddess. All of a 
sudden Nia took charge. She cradled Marie's head and 
swiftly twisted a big handful of curly hair with her 
strong left hand. Nia jerked Marie's head backwards and 
she stared into the wide, teary eyes. "Tell Nia what you 
want... want Sasha to do."

Marie stared into the dark eyes of the African princess. 
"Dear gawd, no! Nia, you have to make her stop... 
please," she groaned just as her clitoris was slapped by 
the girl's tongue. Suddenly Sasha's mouth devoured the 
upper portion of her pussy and the girl tenderly put the 
flared wings between her sharp teeth.

"She's... dear gawd, she's...," Marie moaned too 
distraught to fight Nia or the young girl.  

"Tell Nia! What Sasha do?" Then Nia yanked Marie's head 
again, indicating she was not happy with the utter 
silence.

"Oh please, no. She is sucking my clitty. Oh gawd... 
sucking it... oh, biting it haaard."

There was more hair pulling and Nia's eyes burned into 
her soul. "Nia can see Sasha's... sucking. Tell Nia... 
do you want to cum?"

"Oh gawd... if she doesn't stop... no, no, I might," 
Marie whispered.

"You can wait. Let Sasha learn... you can wait. Not cum 
yet," Nia said putting her lips directly on Marie's 
burning ear. Then the girl nibbled and pretended her 
tongue was a tiny penis, as she fucked Marie's inflamed 
ear.

Suddenly Marie did the absolute worst thing she could do 
if she wanted to prolong her stamina. She tensed every 
muscle in her body and held her lower regions perfectly 
still. Sasha felt the violin strings tighten and then 
she rammed her long, slender finger into the womanly 
opening. The native girl curled her finger until it 
caressed the entire length of the womanly G-spot and she 
used the tip of her finger to rake the spot.

Marie was riding a freight train to Hell and suddenly 
she was too afraid to get off. Nia watched Marie's chest 
heave up and down, as her breathing came in short, swift 
gasps of air. "Sasha plays with your clitty... you can 
wait," Nia whispered, grinning broadly when she watched 
the woman's body jerk out of control.

Marie Kelly's will was broken when it happened. The girl 
who Marie assumed to be too young and barely a teenager 
was suddenly in control of her crushed spirit. Gush 
after gush flowed from her delicate inner being. The 
native girl tasted a climax for the first time and she 
finger-fucked Marie with all her might. Sasha never let 
go of the throbbing clitoris and kept it fully embedded 
inside her volcanic mouth, much to Marie's dismay.

Nia held her white lover close trying to reassure her 
that everything was okay. Then she let her lips peck and 
kiss Marie all over while she whispered softly. "Sasha 
learning... she eat you and learn about sex. I love 
watching... watching you cum." Then Nia kissed her hard 
before continuing. "You stay with Nia... live with Nia. 
You be my white slave."

From that point on, Marie Kelly blanked out everything. 
She would agree to anything in the world, because she 
felt so enlightened, but it would take many hours before 
she actually realized what happened. When the sun 
finally came over the horizon, the night of sexual 
exploitation ended. The girls were totally exhausted and 
they all departed leaving Nia and Marie alone. Nia 
helped her maiden get dressed and then they both headed 
for home.

***

Susan was furious when she found out that her sister had 
been scurried away by Sarge. She got up on a sunny 
Monday morning only to be told by Sarge's wife that her 
husband had taken Marie and another woman on an 
expedition to his home village. Zelda noticed that Susan 
was extremely upset by her sister's departure, but she 
tried to reassure her that everything was done in the 
best interests of Marie and Michelle. Susan nervously 
waited the whole day and was almost stressed out when 
Sarge's black limo drove into the driveway about five in 
the afternoon.

With Michelle and Marie Kelly indisposed, Sarge was left 
alone with his innocent prey. He stared at the gorgeous 
sister, as she rushed out to meet his car, and felt a 
familiar quivering inside his masculine loins. His eyes 
roamed up and down Susan's seductive body before he 
moved to conquer his victim. He barely got out of the 
backseat when Susan displayed her intense rage. She 
yelled at him and wanted to know why he took her sister 
away without letting her know.

Sarge apologized profusely and put the brightest smile 
on his face. "I thought it was better if she gets 
acclimatized... gets used to being in a small, quiet 
village," he said in the meekest voice. "I know you 
wanted to be with her... to look after your sister. But 
you will be more comfortable living here... in the 
city."

It took some time for Susan to calm down. She was not a 
woman that held a grudge and his lengthy apology made 
her feel much better. He explained how not only Marie 
was spending time in the village waiting for her baby 
but Michelle was also there. Sarge's concern was very 
evident, but Susan still wanted to help her sister. "I 
insist. Take me out there... so I can be with Marie."

Sarge told her that her plan was not a good idea. He 
mentioned that Thema and Nia would be there to look 
after all of the needs of Marie and Michelle. Soon he 
noticed the relief on Susan's pretty face, which was a 
positive indication of her accepting his apology.

"But... but I have to be there for her," Susan whispered 
feeling most helpless. She wondered about getting 
anything accomplished in such a foreign country when she 
really had nobody to help her; other than Sarge, she 
thought.

"A doctor will see her today... check everything to make 
sure all is okay," Sarge explained trying to reassure 
his confused victim. "You guest in my home... stay with 
my family. I drive you to village... visit sister in a 
day or two."

He watched the pretty woman fidget but felt her slowly 
becoming more at ease. "Not to worry. I have made sure 
that everything is there... in the village so she has 
perfect stay. All the medical facilities are readily 
available and my young niece will ensure your sister is 
well looked after."

Sarge really wasn't too concerned if the woman accepted 
his reasoning for the separation, as his mind was 
already made up. He thought his plans were foolproof and 
pressed in for the kill. It was late in the afternoon by 
the time he returned from the village and suddenly time 
was of the essence so he felt a twitch of panic.

Susan had no idea what happened to Sarge's family, but 
suddenly they had all disappeared. She was alone, except 
for one or two servants, with the one man who made her 
feel insecure and vulnerable. All of a sudden her mind 
went into overdrive imagining all sorts of devastating 
events.

Suddenly Sarge's voice shocked her out of dreamland. 
"Come... let's move into the study. I'll have dinner 
served... then a nightcap. We can sit for awhile and 
relax," he said with the biggest smile. "We relax... 
discuss what is best for your sister."

The study was fairly small and cozier than Susan would 
have liked. Sarge poured them a liqueur and then he 
toasted her raving beauty. It took her a few moments to 
stop blushing but by then Sarge was talking again. They 
chatted with the conversation being very casual and 
Sarge kept asking questions about her life and belief's. 
One of Sarge's servants served food and before Susan 
realized it, she was far more relaxed than she 
anticipated.

Sarge did it again. Susan was upset that she somehow 
fell for the man's charm and she didn't feel the hate 
she was supposed to feel. She reasoned that maybe it was 
the drinks or alcohol that put her at ease, but 
strangely she found the conversation quite pleasant. 
When Sarge finally got around to talking about Marie, 
they had consumed three drinks and Susan felt warm and 
giggly.

Words and explanations flowed off his tongue with 
delicate ease. Sarge reassured Susan that her sister was 
best off living with his niece and relatives. She was 
surprised to some degree when Sarge refused to comment 
on the topic of her sister's kidnapping. He steadfastly 
declined to show her the ransom DVD, which he said was 
extremely explicit. He explained how the movie would 
seriously upset and offend her, and in the end, Susan 
felt thankful he didn't show it to her.

Sarge went directly from the chitchat to asking her if 
she would join him for a relaxing hot tub. "It seems 
like a shame to waste the evening. The drinks are 
relaxing and the company is wonderful. You saw the hot 
tub on the weekend... please join me for the best night 
of your life," he whispered.

His declaration sent the butterflies off inside her 
tummy, as it sounded so much like a promise. She 
pondered his last statement yet quickly shrugged it off 
to a casual misquote. All of a sudden the suggestion 
didn't sound too bad. "Wow! I even remembered to bring a 
suit... in case there was a pool at the hotel," Susan 
said. "It's in my suitcase. I'll change... meet you..."

Sarge smiled listening to the gorgeous woman stutter and 
stammer. They were on the way up the long staircase 
before Susan could have second thoughts. Sarge grinned 
and he was too excited to break her heart by telling her 
that she didn't need a bathing suit. He watched her walk 
and marveled at her most enticing behind, as it swayed 
seductively with each step. 'Yes... you put on your 
suit... it's all you'll wear for the next few hours,' 
Sarge thought. 'You're mine. Yes! This time... I'm 
saving you for myself. Your sweet white-ass will be 
mine.'

He broke his daydreaming as they approached the large 
double doors to his master bedroom. Sarge paused at the 
doors staring directly into Susan's bewildered eyes. "We 
have the night to ourselves... my family has gone to 
visit Zelda's family. They will be occupied until 
tomorrow... rejoicing on the joyous celebration of her 
mother's birthday."

Suddenly Susan felt the dire panic of being alone with 
Sarge. He opened the doors to the bedroom and she gasped 
at the sight of such an elegant room. She could see 
almost all of the vast room and the rich surroundings 
were very apparent. There were two beds on the left, 
which were dimly lit, but what caught her eye was the 
brightly lit hot tub and bathroom area. Steam rose off 
the hot water giving the tub a mystic appearance while 
the white tile throughout the bathroom glistened with a 
rich, brilliant luster.

They stood still and Sarge commented on the beds and 
dressers being from an older European era. Then he 
boldly took her by the hand and turned her sideways to 
face him. Susan never noticed, but Sarge carried the 
bottle of liqueur and glasses in his other hand and he 
held them up.

"The tub is wonderful for soaking away stress... 
exhaustion of a long day. I'll pour us a nice drink. We 
can sit back and relax in the hot water," Sarge said. "I 
have the jets turned up and the water is so hot it will 
relax all those tired muscles... put you to sleep."

For a second, Sarge thought she might reconsider and not 
return to her room for something to wear. She looked at 
him and noticed the seriousness expression written on 
his rugged face. She was just about to make a feeble 
excuse when he swiftly let go of hand and walked towards 
the tub. "You change. I'm sure anything you put on will 
look ravishing. I'll be waiting!"

He turned around when he was a few feet away and stared 
into her eyes. Not one word was said, but the telepathic 
waves filled her whole body with something she didn't 
understand. Susan had to use every bit of resolve to 
turn and slowly walk down the long hallway to her 
bedroom. She was unaware of the happiest man who quickly 
stripped his clothes on the way across the room. Sarge 
was completely naked by the time he reached the tub and 
he jumped in the hot water overly excited with what was 
on the horizon.

***

Susan was in a daze when she entered the guest bedroom. 
She immediately went to her suitcase, which contained 
her swimsuit, but felt slightly uncomfortable. Flaunting 
herself and wearing such skimpy clothes when meeting a 
stranger was not something Susan ever did. Reluctantly 
she slowly changed until she stood frozen in front of a 
long mirror.

She was utterly flabbergasted. Her first impulse was to 
run; escape the drastic situation before something 
really terrible happened. Suddenly she wondered about 
meeting Sarge and letting him see her wearing only a 
swimsuit. 'Oh gawd,' she thought. 'What will I do if he 
actually tries something? What if he tries to feel me 
up... and tries to force himself on me,' she wondered?

'No,' she thought staring at her reflection in the 
mirror. 'Go ahead. Ogle me you bastard... you won't get 
any.' Suddenly she felt a quick shot of adrenaline and 
summoned the courage to continue. 'I'll show you... you 
bugger. You don't know who you're dealing with,' Susan 
whispered feeling very confident about handling any 
situation.

Slowly and taking one deliberate step at a time, she 
returned to the master bedroom. Susan peered around the 
doorway and into the room. Then she stood in the middle 
of the double doorway and let Sarge see her scantily 
clad body. The entire room was eerily quiet when she 
slowly walked across what seemed like the widest room. 
Finally she had to divert her eyes from the most 
compelling eyes she had ever looked into.

Sarge's eyes bulged, as he stared at the luscious woman, 
and he contemplated his next move. Suddenly he threw 
caution to the wind and acted on impulse. Susan was only 
a couple of feet from the hot tub when Sarge jumped to 
his feet. His sudden act stopped her immediately and she 
stood frozen with her mouth wide open. She was a strong 
woman. A woman who knew what the world was all about, 
but suddenly her mind was too confused to react. There 
was too much indecision for her to move a muscle and she 
stood absolutely motionless.

Sarge slowly stepped out of the hot water and stood a 
mere foot in front of her bewildered eyes. Susan stared 
and felt her face become flushed and inflamed. When the 
tall, imposing naked African spoke, she flinched and 
felt her body going limp. "You won't need that. You 
don't have to be modest in my home," Sarge whispered. 
"Here... let me get rid of this useless bathing suit."

His hands moved and she remained petrified. Susan was a 
very attractive and seductive woman and she was well 
aware of what her sexy appearance did to men. She was 
experienced at rebuffing a man's crude demeanor, but 
suddenly she didn't know what to do.

She felt her bikini top being loosened and gasped for 
air when Sarge tossed it into the hot water. Susan's 
eyes widened as she watched the material slowly grow 
dark and wet. Then her heart beat out of control when 
she felt his fingers on her waist and suddenly he slowly 
rolled the skimpy bikini-bottoms down her frozen legs. 
Susan was completely amazed when she obediently stepped 
out of the bikini and let Sarge put the soft material to 
his cheek. He sniffed the heavenly scent and gave the 
shivering woman the biggest smile.

All of a sudden the shock of what was about to happen 
hit her hard, harder and with more conviction than 
anything in her life. "Oh my gawd... you're going to 
fuck me. We are going to fuck," she moaned with a most 
desperate plea. She stared into the dark, commanding 
eyes and saw the truth. "Oh please, you can't. Please, 
no! I've never been with another man... only my 
husband."

Sarge could see she was not going to run or even fight. 
"You have nice tits. Even nicer tits than your 
sister's," Sarge whispered. "Have you ever been 
fucked... by a big, black cock?"

Her eyes fluttered and slowly shifted to the biggest 
cock she had ever seen. Suddenly he grabbed her by the 
shoulders and pulled her into his muscular body. "Dear 
gawd... you can't do this. My husband... he is fixed. I 
can't get pregnant because he had a vasectomy," she 
pleaded.

Suddenly she found the courage to tear her focus from 
Sarge's stellar manhood. "You're going to fuck me... 
aren't you?" Susan arched her back in an effort to keep 
her hips away from Sarge and she stared into his dark, 
magnetic eyes once again. Her dilemma grew worse when 
she felt the long, burning shaft scorch her tender 
flesh. "Oh dear gawd... it's touching me. Your penis... 
I've never touched another man... never... never."

Sarge grinned at her fruitless efforts. He thrust his 
hips forward and then he grabbed her luscious ass 
cheeks, squeezing hard so that her hips shot forward. 
"No... no, dear gawd, no! It's so big... your cock is on 
my tummy."

Sarge was in his glory. "Feel it. Go ahead... put your 
hand on my cock. Feel the black cock that will soon be 
inside your belly," he said with the most demanding 
tone. "I said... put your hand on the black cock that is 
goin' to be in your belly!"

She wanted to struggle yet surrender was far too 
daunting. Susan's hand thrust between the tightly 
compressed bodies until her dainty fingers felt the 
burning rod. She almost hyperventilated when her fingers 
closed around the thick penis and it was all she could 
do to keep breathing properly.

"Sweetheart! You can still stop it. You can keep my cock 
out of your sweet cunt... just by begging me to stop," 
Sarge hissed.

He was giving her a chance and she should beg him to 
stop, she reasoned. Suddenly her fingers squeezed hard, 
and harder, too afraid to let go. The shame of what she 
was doing spread through her entire body, but still her 
fingers clutched the enlarged pecker. Then her head 
started to spin out of control.

"Rub it all over... all over your belly. Show Sarge 
where you want his black cock."

There was no reason to comply. Susan shivered when her 
hand started rubbing his inflamed penis all over her 
smooth, flat stomach and she closed her eyes as she 
drifted into dreamland. Suddenly her feet were moving. 
She was all the way across the room before she was aware 
the bed was near. 

Sarge put his big hands on her boobs, fondling them like 
he was a teenager, but Susan remained motionless and 
proud. "Oh my, my gawd... you're hurting my nipples. 
Pinching my nipples... hurting them." The pain should 
have spurred her to action yet for some strange reason 
she relished Sarge's rough treatment. Susan deemed it 
just punishment for all the guilt that filled her 
distraught mind because of what was happening.

Somehow she found the strength to remain on her feet, 
but her heart beat so fast her head got dizzy. Suddenly 
his lips were on her face, kissing her flushed cheeks 
and then her ear. "I want to hear it... beg. Beg for it, 
sweetheart!"

Susan opened her mouth and she fought for more air. She 
was determined not to say anything but Sarge struck 
fast. All of a sudden his sharp teeth closed on her ear 
lobe and he bit down hard. Susan was positive her ear 
had been severed and the brutal pain robbed all of her 
reasoning and logic. Her instincts screamed that she 
would be raped yet for some strange reason she couldn't 
struggle.

When she started talking, Susan was not aware of 
anything, but the promise of the ultimate fulfillment. 
"Do it. Go ahead... take me. Do it to me," she moaned 
with growing desperation. "Fuck me... you bastard. Go 
ahead and rape me."

Sarge let his mouth relax enough so that his teeth 
didn't bite so hard. "Say it. Say it... or else!" He 
grabbed her hair with his big hand and yanked hard 
enough to jerk her head back and forth indicating he 
wanted her to respond.

"Dear gawd. I can feel it... touching me. Fuck me with 
your black prick," she shouted. "Put your big cock in my 
belly... do it to me!"

Her Irish-catholic background was forgotten. Her 
religious upbringing was forgotten and Susan reasoned 
that she was possessed by the devil. "Oh gawd... I'm 
creaming. I can't stop... gawd, please put it in... 
inside my belly. Do it... do it now, you bastard," she 
wailed. "Fuck me... you black bastard. Make me your 
white whore... just like you did Marie. Do it!"

Sarge literally threw her onto the bed. Susan landed 
flat on her back and she somehow kept her legs spread 
wide enabling Sarge to kneel between them. Her eyes were 
wide open and they were glazed over with the sight of 
impending doom. Sarge's powerful body slithered forward, 
as his upper torso dropped over her chest. The head of 
his cock was between her thighs and right next to her 
vulnerable crotch, which made Susan squirm. Then he 
rubbed the wet head all over her pelvis and threatened 
to push it into her wet opening.

Susan could not remember her body being so inflamed and 
so filled with animal lust. She rolled her head side-to-
side fraught with the possibility Sarge wouldn't do it. 
All of sudden she felt something big and menacing push 
between her delicate pussy lips. She stopped breathing 
and promised not to take another breath until the 
African had violated her soul.

Sarge was afraid of hurting her, as Susan seemed 
delicate and sophisticated. He stared at her agonizing 
face and realized her beauty was astounding. Susan cried 
and pleaded with him to stop yet her actions betrayed 
everything she said. Sarge noticed her arms were around 
his waist and her fingers were squeezing his muscular 
behind. She pulled his hips downward and into her 
thrashing body. Suddenly he realized Susan wanted 
more... more of his black pecker.

Sarge rammed his hips downward with the power of a 
madman. He entered Susan's virgin sanctuary with one 
powerful thrust and she was frantic. She clung to him 
giving every indication that she was experiencing an 
earth-shaking orgasm. Her teeth were next to his bare 
shoulder and she bite him hard. The sharp pain was 
fleeting but threatened to rob his remaining willpower.

The heat was intense and quickly became unbearable and 
Sarge wondered if his stamina could survive for long. He 
wittingly regained control over his breathing and 
quickly thrust his hips into her widespread thighs. 
Sarge curved his body enough so he could look down and 
he noticed that barely a few inches of his cock was 
inside the heated woman.

Sarge pulled backwards, pausing with only the fat head 
inserted into the volcanic pit. Then he thrust one more 
time. Sarge heard a shrill scream and it was the music 
of lust to his ears.

When his cock went through her tender cervix, Susan's 
civilized world came crashing down. She felt his ramrod 
spread her soul. Suddenly surrendering her spirit to the 
African god was the only solution and Susan let go. Her 
womanly juices flowed freely and Susan had never felt so 
liberated.

There was nothing in the world she wanted more than 
being Sarge's white slave. "Sweet Jesus. When Marie told 
me... about having sex with an African... I never 
thought it would happen to me," she whispered with a 
long overdue contentment. "Dear gawd... you own me. But 
you know that... don't you?"

Sarge smiled at the pretty woman. "You stay with me. You 
will be my mistress... my woman," he whispered having a 
hard time talking. "The others will stay in the 
village... wait for baby. You will live in my home. We 
fuck. We fuck every day."

All of a sudden his hips jerked out of control. Susan 
felt his random thrusts and pumps and she realized what 
was happening. It should have been the most traumatic 
moment of her life and it was. But not for the proper 
reasons, as she clung to Sarge knowing his seed was 
filling her fertile womb. Sarge's sporadic jerks 
continued forever and Susan wondered if his climax would 
ever end.

***

Susan felt like a little schoolgirl again. Sarge's cock 
rubbed against her body, touching her everywhere except 
where she craved. All of a sudden she felt a very 
familiar tremor rocket through her loins and Susan 
realized that it was a prelude for more ecstasy. 
Whenever these tremors happened, she could never wait. 
She put her legs around Sarge's thick leg and tried to 
hold his muscular thigh tightly against her crotch.

Sarge glanced at her twisting body and noticed Susan 
humping his leg. He could feel her immense wetness 
rubbing against his upper thigh so he pushed hard. His 
thigh pressed the pink petals open and exposed the most 
cherished bud. Sarge didn't mind Susan climaxing so fast 
because he knew she was only building to a higher 
pinnacle of lust. Her hips thrust and jerked against his 
thigh and then he needed fulfillment.

This time he didn't care if he hurt her. Sarge 
understood Susan's desperation and need for uninhibited 
sex. He pushed her onto her back and grabbed her wrists 
with his powerful hands. Sarge stretched her arms 
upward, as far as possible, and he wanted Susan to know 
he was her black master.

It quickly turned into a stimulating game. Sarge 
attacked and kept trying to kiss her, as her head 
twisted and turned, trying to evade his mouth. Susan 
struggled with much determination to indicate she was 
fighting his apparent unwanted caresses. Sarge held her 
arms, pinned and outstretched far above her head, as he 
continued the game with her flat on her back.

Susan squirmed and turned her head side-to-side 
pretending to struggle harder. He kissed her lips every 
time her head turned and then he kissed her cheek and 
neck. Susan squirmed again and her head came forward 
enabling him to kiss her on the lips in a most demanding 
fashion.

Each played the erotic game and it filled both with 
intense desire. Susan kept twisting her head and 
suddenly Sarge used his tongue. He licked her face, her 
lips, her nose, and then her ears until she was 
overheated. Suddenly her head turned sideways again and 
Sarge held her still by biting her ear. "Open legs. Open 
your legs so I can put my black cock into your little, 
white pussy," he hissed through his teeth, as they bite 
down hard on her ear. "That's it, baby... can you feel 
it? My hard cock... as it goes into your cunt?"

All of her life, Susan was reserved and seemed to hold 
something back. Suddenly there were no barriers or no 
holding back. Her breathing was extremely uneven, and 
ragged, and she feared fainting if she didn't let go. 
His black knob pushed her control button and her loving 
juices coated Sarge's big penis. Sarge let go of her ear 
realizing there was no need for any more force. He 
pumped wildly and pretended he was an untamed dog.

The night was never-ending. Susan lost count. Was it 
three, four or even five? How many times had she 
experienced an orgasm with her black god within such a 
short time span? There was nothing left, she reasoned, 
as her entire body felt totally exhausted. Suddenly his 
lips were touching her. Kissing her soft, velvety flesh 
around her quivering tummy and then lower until his 
tongue lashed out. Suddenly Susan realized the night 
wasn't over.

***

Sarge reassured Susan every chance he got that her 
sister was very safe and sound. "You need not worry. Nia 
will take good care of Marie," he explained. "Nia can be 
trusted and she fully understands that nothing should 
happen to your sister. I will take you to visit whenever 
you wish."

He knew Susan came to Africa to specifically ensure her 
baby sister was well looked after. Marie Kelly would 
have the baby and then she would release a news 
bulletin, saying she had adopted a foreign baby. "Not to 
worry. I will drive you to the village... every few days 
to visit. You can see that she is very comfortable... no 
harm will come to your sister."

Susan felt somewhat guilty for putting her own pleasures 
before Marie's, but Sarge's reasoning sounded too good 
to refute. She was on pins and needles every day when 
Sarge was at work, but that was quickly replaced by 
pricks and penises when he returned. Susan wondered how 
she would ever explain things to her family. There was 
no doubt in her mind that soon she would be in the same 
quandary as Marie. What amazed Susan most was the fact 
she felt the immense guilt yet she still craved 
intercourse with the African man.

Time seemed to stand still for Susan, but yet, the days 
flew by in a hurry. One quiet afternoon when she was all 
by herself, Susan contemplated the events that had 
transpired since her arrival in the African city. Sarge 
wasn't due home for at least another hour and she tried 
to remember the past two months.

Susan remembered how it all started. Her sister prepared 
and warned her about Sarge, but all of Marie's warnings 
fell on deaf ears. Sarge had deviously gained complete 
control over Susan and she couldn't remember feeling so 
emotional towards any man. Then she thought of that 
first night alone with Sarge. A violent shiver shot 
through her entire body when she visualized coming into 
the master bedroom that first Monday night.

Images of Sarge sitting in the hot tub flashed through 
her head and then she remembered the most shocking event 
in her 30 plus years. Sarge stood up, boldly displaying 
his heralded manhood and she felt like a woman again. 
Susan could still remember how her legs vibrated and 
threatened to collapse right in front of the naked man.

Slowly and precisely Susan imagined what happened after 
that. She never resisted or made one move to stop the 
man. Sarge stripped her bikini and left her nude and 
shivering. Then he shuffled her towards the bed and 
again she made no move to stop the man. She pictured him 
throwing her onto the bed and then crouching between her 
widespread legs. Even now her breathing grew uneven when 
she imagined Sarge's enlarged penis rubbing against her 
crotch.

Susan was happy and sad at the same time. The most 
overbearing thing was Sarge's astute control, as he 
threatened to ravage her, but she still didn't move. 
Suddenly she vaguely remembered pleading with Sarge not 
to do it because she was vulnerable, but he merely 
laughed at her silly innocence. Susan could still see 
how he put the flared head of his black cock at her 
opening and how he slowly and deliberately shoved it all 
the way inside her being. She was no longer a white, 
upstanding catholic from America, but a woman who wanted 
something so badly she sacrificed her spirit.

The memory was vivid and very real. She felt his cock 
slide deeper, deeper until it hit her delicate cervix. 
Suddenly she knew the sacrifice was worth it. 'Yes,' she 
deemed. 'He fucked me that first night... and now I am a 
slave to his manly power.'

All of a sudden there was a familiar twinge deep inside 
her tummy. There was no need to fret or worry anymore. 
She was pregnant; that she was certain. The knowledge 
sent shivers of extreme doubt through her mind, but 
Sarge quickly reassured her that everything was all 
right.

Susan glanced at her watch and noticed she still had 
time to dream. Suddenly she imagined the first visit to 
the village and it became more vivid by the second. 
Sarge took her there in his limo and her sister knew 
something was amiss, as soon as Susan got out of the 
car. She remembered Marie staring into her glassy eyes 
and obviously noticing her total fulfillment. That was 
when Susan realized her sister could know the truth 
before anything was said.

The ensuing conversation was one that Susan would 
remember word for word. Her eyes had filled with tears 
on that fateful day because of the intense guilt 
feelings.

"Susan! You did it... didn't you? You had sex with him?"

Susan stood in front of her sister unable to say 
anything.

"Well... well?" Marie insisted her sister tell her the 
truth.

It took forever for Susan to break her silence. "Oh 
gawd, I'm so sorry. It happened... just happened."

The shame had grown when she tried explaining things to 
her sister. "We were in his house... it just happened."

"But I warned you. I warned you Susan... that he was 
unscrupulous... evil," Marie told her that afternoon. 
Then like a miracle between two loving sisters, they 
fell into each other's arms and hugged for the longest 
time.

Susan felt much better today than she did back then. 
Marie fully accepted what had happened after she 
explained everything. Even now she trembled with her 
revelations to her sister. "He's a good man. You don't 
know him... Sarge is really good to me," Susan told 
Marie that day. "He treats me with respect... dignity. 
He is the kindest man I have ever known."

Everything had been put out in the open, but Marie still 
had some unanswered questions. "What are you going to 
tell... your girls... your husband?"

"Gawd, my girls are away at college and hardly ever make 
it home; every other weekend if they're lucky. You don't 
know what's it like when kids leave the nest... they 
don't need Mom anymore. And Andy... well... he's been 
screwing his secretary for two years. I didn't say 
anything... I was too ashamed. You know that blonde 
bimbo... with the fake tits and big ass."

Telling her sister the truth had been the biggest 
relief. The rest of that first visit had been 
pleasurable and so was each succeeding visit. Sarge 
faithfully took Susan to visit Marie and she looked 
forward to each visit. Suddenly Susan was full of 
extreme excitement because soon she would have startling 
news to tell Marie.

All of a sudden someone at the door interrupted her 
daydreams. Sarge entered and her dreams were forgotten. 
He slowly walked across the room staring intently at her 
beautiful smile, which seemed to be on her face whenever 
he was around. He walked right up to Susan and took both 
of her dainty hands in his, holding her at arms length 
before swooping in for a kiss.

Susan didn't hesitate or hold back. She let Sarge take 
her by the hand and lead her up the long set of stairs. 
It was almost like teenage lovers who couldn't get 
enough of each other, as they entered the dimly lit 
bedroom. A scenic movie of what happened would have 
depicted a fully clothed couple entering. Within seconds 
there was a naked black man and white woman locked in 
erotic bliss and it was very apparent that the man was 
fully aroused.

THE END

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include a celebrity in the story. Of course the woman 
would not be anyone we know... just an actress that a 
reader can put anyone's name on. This will be the last 
chapter for now, as I must move onto writing a new story 
for another special reader.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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