


White Daughters in Kenya

by JonathanT



Category: Interracial Love
Published: 2013-10-18
Updated: 2013-10-18
Packaged: 2017-05-08 04:06:09
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/white-daughters-in-kenya
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1112528&page=submissions
Summary: An Engineer from South Africa moves to Kenya.
Erotica Tags: African Lust, Black On White, Interracial, White Girls
Average Rating: 4.17






        White Daughters in Kenya


Paul Johnson from South Africa had just agreed on a high dollar contract with
an African company in Kenya. He had relocated to that country from South
Africa with his 19 and 18 year old daughters a week ago.  
  
The contract was very lucrative and certainly awarded him for his expertise in
oil and gas exploration. The contract also included his family's lodging in a
three bedroom condo. What he did not know was the Kenyans that hired him had
researched his family and found other reasons for hiring him ... his young
daughters.  
  
Paul had been separated from his wife of 17 years and was raising the two
daughters on his own. He certainly needed the income. The contract signing was
on a Friday night and three African representatives drove up to his furnished
condo.  
  
Paul greeted them at the front door and invited them in. Two of the black
Africans were quite imposing. They were taller than Paul by 4 to 7 inches. The
third was about Paul's same height. They were men of high class in the
society. They were dressed in suites and certainly wore a lot of jewelry, gold
Rolexes, diamond rings and gold necklaces.  
  
As they sat down in the living room, Paul offered adult beverages. The
Africans accepted. After a half hour of talking about the job descriptions
they showed Paul the contract and asked if he was satisfied with the
agreement.  
  
It was about that time that his 19 year old daughter, Cristy, came bouncing
into the room. All eyes turned toward this beautiful girl. Her younger sister
had already gone to bed but Cristy wanted to meet the men that were hiring her
father. She felt that she was his best diplomat. "I know that my father really
desires to work with your company. He was quite admired by his fellow
engineers in South Africa. I am very proud of him." Cristy proudly stated.  
  
The three Africans turned their head as their eyes locked on this pretty and
small girl. Cristy, who was not shy, sat down on the couch between two of the
black men and extended her hand to shake. She was never shy and wanted to
pretend she was older.  
  
Cristy had long light blonde hair and was about 5'5" tall. She had a very
curvy bottom and budding breasts.  
  
"Well, father ... are you going to sign the contract?" she asked.  
  
Paul said "yes, and let's have another drink on it." As he got up and was
headed to the kitchen to make the drinks ... one of the Africans told Paul
that would like to make the drinks."  
  
"Mr. Johnson, I brought some fine rum and would like to share it with you if
that's okay," the African suggested.  
  
"No problem, I would enjoy tasting it," Paul  
  
The African went into the kitchen and made the drinks but he added something
to Paul's drink. After about 15 minutes, Paul became light headed and began to
feel that he had drunk too much. His head was spinning and he felt glued to
the reclining chain.  
  
Meanwhile, Cristy was entertaining the Africans with her chatting. Before
long, she realized that two of the Africans were more attentive than she
expected. One very black arm was placed around her shoulder and another black
hand was on her knee.  
  
"You gentlemen are very friendly but I do not know you well enough to have you
touching me like this," she said.  
  
"Miss Cristy, we Africans here in Kenya are very touch and feel with our
friendship. It is our way of showing kindness and respect," the taller African
responded. As he strengthened his hold on her shoulder he reached over and
turned her face to his. "Have you ever been this close to a black man?"  
  
"No, It's just kind of strange to be honest," Cristy admitted.  
  
"Miss Cristy, don't' be alarmed. We try and bond with our employees and their
family. You are a beautiful white girl and there will be many men here in out
country that will notice and try and take advantage of you ... We will protect
you and your father but you will have to take care of us as well."  
  
"What do you mean?" Cristy responded.  
  
"As your protectors in this country, you will need to give attention to some
of us. There are new experiences that you have never realized. Ones, perhaps
only a black African can give you."  
  
"Now I'm really becoming afraid. I'm a good girl and never expected to be
between two black Africans with their hands around me. Father, tell these men
to leave me alone ... please.  
  
Paul was helpless and could barely keep his eyes open.  
  
Cristy sat there on the sofa in the middle of two tall black Africans. She was
so pale white in contrast to their deep black skin. Her father sitting across
from them did not know that his drink had been spiked and was almost falling
out of the chair. He managed to pull the reclining handle and laid back. His
eyes were blurry and limbs unable to move. He could only watch his young 19yr.
old daughter being touched by black hands. He was helpless to intervene.  
  
The two black Africans were overwhelmed by the beauty of this girl. Her long
blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, blue-green eyes and full lips. One
African had his left arm around her shoulder with his hand slowly sinking into
her low cut blouse. Cristy's ex-boyfriend loved playing with her budding
breasts but she had never felt an older man's hand near them ... let alone a
black hand. The other African had his right hand on her lap and was rubbing
her inner thigh. She was uncomfortable and somewhat frightened being groped by
the two men.  
  
Cristy had crossed her legs. Her short skirt revealed the beauty of her legs.
The Africans certainly noticed that also. She squirmed as she felt one of the
African's hand crept under it. The Rolex adorned hand of the other black slid
further into her blouse and begin to touch her left breast. "Please don't do
that," she begged. The other African then moved his right hand between her
legs and gently rubbed above her knee. She wiggled in their grasp.  
  
Again, she politely asked the Africans not to fondle her. She was mesmerized
by the attention but was afraid that these big black men were becoming too
affectionate.  
  
Her father had passed out. "Miss Cristy, since the contract has been signed
... I think your father needs some rest. He appears to have had too much to
drink." Two of the Africans pulled him from the chair and led him to his
bedroom. They laid him on the bed and then closed the door.  
  
Cristy was now alone with these three Africans and somewhat intimidated.
"Fellows, is not time for you to leave. I need to see to my father and then go
to bed. I have to get up early in the morning and enroll in school."  
  
Cristy got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. One of the Africans
followed her. As she went to pour her some juice, the African walked up behind
her and placed his arm around her. "Girl, we want to stay a bit and hear more
about your father. Don't be afraid ... you may not know it but you are one of
the reasons that we hired you father," the African acknowledged.  
  
"I don't understand, "Cristy responded.  
  
"Come sit on the couch and entertain us with your thoughts about being here in
Kenya and living in a new country. Tell us more about your father. And by the
way, let me get some ice for your juice."  
  
Cristy gave him her glass and headed for the living room. She was too trusting
and she was too naïve to know that the African was about to spike her drink
also.  
  
As soon as she sat on the couch, the African came back in and placed the glass
of juice in her hand. She was thirsty and gulped about half of it down. He sat
down beside her, somewhat close. One of the other Africans returned from
checking how her father was doing. "Your father is in a deep sleep but is
doing okay," he muttered. He sat down on her left side.  
  
Cristy began telling them about her father. The Africans were enjoying the
conversation but all of their eyes were on Cristy's face and body. After about
15 minutes of conversation, Cristy was beginning to feel high. Her words
became garbled and her body was sinking into the couch. She didn't know why
but the drug was taking it's toll.  
  
There she was ... sitting between two black Africans on a couch with a third
African across the way on a chair. All of them were lusting at her. She was
high and her young body that had bloomed into a woman enjoyed the attention.
She never imagined that she would be alone with three men, let alone with
adult black men. She thought that she could certainly handle the situation.  
  
Cristy's good sense begin failing as the effects of the drug crept into her.
She began to see that she could be in deep trouble but did not want to have
her father's contract cancelled. She became a little frightened that she might
become a victim of black lust. If only her father was there to protect her.  
  
She sat on the couch as the two Africans began to grope her again. Wandering
black hands were invading her white body.  
  
The African with his left arm over her shoulder began to softly let his hand
slide into her blouse again. Cristy froze as she glanced down and saw his
black hand near her breast. The other African began to pull up her dress as
several black fingers crept near her loins. Then, she felt a finger pushed
into her vagina. Both men held her tight. There was no escape from these black
men.  
  
Then one of the Africans turned her head and forced a kiss on her lips. She
recoiled but his tongue penetrated her mouth and her mouth was held against
his black lips. As he kissed her, The African unzipped his fly with his right
hand. A charcoal black dick popped out.  
  
Cristy's eyes grew large as she looked down and saw his black cock. She had
never seen a black man's penis before and was frightened by it. The African
with his left hand now on her breast took her right hand and pressed it
against his hardening cock. "Please don't make me touch you like this ... it's
wrong," Cristy begged. "Quite, girl, this is your introduction to black lust.
"You will enjoy it,"the African quipped.  
  
Her skirt had been pulled up around her waist and her small legs were sticking
out from the couch. A black hand returned to her vagina and began rubbing her.
She yelped as she tried to break free from his clutch.  
  
A good thing her father could not see what was going on. He would be appalled
that his young daughter was in black hands and about to be sexually taken. He
was still passed out in the bedroom while his youngest daughter was asleep in
another bedroom.  
  
The two Africans had finished playing. The African again reached down and
moved two fingers in her vagina. Cristy squirmed on the couch not knowing what
to do. She had never had an older man touch her like this ... especially a
black man. The other African was massaging her breast as his arm held her
tight.  
  
Cristy knew that her father was of no help and sat there on the couch wiggling
in the grasp of the two Africans. Then the taller African pulled down her
skirt as he knelt down and held her legs apart. He pulled down her panties and
began licking her vagina. He began to force his tongue into her as her eyes
grew big and teary. His black hands held her quivering knees steady as he
tasted her young juices.  
  
She squirmed again as she felt the invasive tongue in side of her.  
  
The African was starring into her eyes as he had his way. In the clutch of the
other African, she could only watch the black man lapping her private part.
Helplessly, she watched his bald black head and dark eyes between her legs and
his black hands tightly holding her small legs.  
  
Not only that but the black hand on her breast as the other African was still
pressing her hand to his black cock. His cock was now rigid and she could feel
the veins almost pulsating against her hand.  
  
Although frightened, Cristy began to feel an excitement in her loins. She had
fought off the reality of pleasure but was beginning to become a slave to a
strange sexual feeling.  
  
Never had Cristy thought that she would be in this predicament. She had
considered black Africans to be ignorant and filthy. She had been sheltered by
her father during her years in South Africa. Privately tutored and not
enrolled in schools with blacks. She sometimes had Africans purposely bump
into her at a market place or on the street. She was well aware of the lusting
stares she got from blacks when in public.  
  
Yes, she was a pretty and a young white blonde with a shapely figure. She felt
that she was destined to get a good education and meet ... marry a successful
white man. She was not a virgin but her young sex life had been only a few
times with her junior college boyfriend and that was very limited ... at least
until now.  
  
Those thoughts returned to her as she wiggled in the clutches of the two black
Africans.  
  
All of a sudden an orgasm, uninvited, shot through her body. Her legs stuck
out and then rested on the African's shoulders. He had rendered her
submissive.  
  
The African dropped his pants as he removed his mouth from between her legs.
He grabbed her bottom and pulled it to his throbbing black cock. Being
lubricated was now an invitation to having a cock penetrate her.  
  
With just a few strokes, he thrust into her. Cristy moaned as his black cock
penetrated her. Within a couple of minutes he had over half of his black cock
thrusting inside her.  
  
Her teary and wide eyes could only watch as the black man hovered over her. He
tightly held her wrists as he stroked more black meat into her. Her vagina
felt stretched and the invasion was painful.  
  
"Please no, please. It's too painful," Cristy moaned.  
  
Just at that time the African fucking her spewed his load into her. Her vagina
had never had African sperm shot into her. The feeling of a large black cock
and cum shooting into her belly was mind blowing. Another orgasm rocked her
body as her legs went limp. Her head was swirling and unintentionally her
mouth opened wide as pleasure shot through her.  
  
The black head of the other African's cock then pushed into her mouth before
she could recover. He held her head tightly as the head of black meat invaded
her mouth. A small amount of pre-cum touched her tongue. It was salty and
disgusting to Cristy but she was now surrendering to being force fed a black
cock.  
  
The African was in joy as Cristy sucked on him. The other African that had
fucked her.... also wanted her mouth on him.  
  
They removed all of her clothes and also theirs. Cristy was pulled onto the
African's lap as he guided his black cock into her. He pulled her limp arms
abound his shoulders. She felt the hard penetration into her loins as he
stroked her. She knew that she was now going to be submissive to an African
fuck. Her chin bobbled up and down on his black shoulder as his arms tightly
held her back.  
  
She was now captive of a big black cock. The other African stood up and
grabbed her head. Again, she had a black cock in her mouth ... this time, one
that had his and her own bodily fluids on it.  
  
Meanwhile, her father was still passed out in the bedroom. He would not know
what had happened to his daughters until the next morning. Daughters?  
  
The third African had watched his fellow Africans pounding this young girl. He
wanted some sex badly. Then he remembered ... there was another daughter in
the home. He walked down the hallway and opened the back bedroom door. There,
on bed, was Carla the younger 18yr. old sister sleeping. He walked in, removed
his jacket and shirt, then quietly closed the door.




End file.

