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Blacked In Nigaria

June and Ray had been married for a year. Ray couldn't believe his good
fortune to have found a woman as gorgeous as June. He didn't consider
himself very appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence when
he was around them. He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by
the time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much.

He stood 5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a result, he
all but worshipped June and tried his best to give her everything she
asked for. Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old Irish
bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing green eyes and long, red
hair. She was slender and tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely
legs, flat stomach and an incredibly tight ass.

Though of medium size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by pale, puffy
areolas, stood out prominently when aroused. Because her breasts were so
firm, she often chose not to wear a bra, even when she went out in
public. She knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her rather
straight laced husband by sometimes wearing tight, see-through cotton
tops so that her nipples could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted
against the thin material of her top.

The only problem with going to Nigeria, where Ray had accepted a two
year contract, was that June just didn't care for black men, even though
her encounters with them had been quite limited. In her brief
experience, she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken. Worst
of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way they spoke to her,
almost to the point of being overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy
around them in other ways she couldn't explain.

Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria when Ray's company
asked for volunteers. It had been explained that Ray's wages would be
tripled (in American money), that they would have servants and a live on
a large property secured by a tall fence and heavy gates. And all for
the equivalent of about $20 a month. It had seemed too good an
opportunity to pass up and Ray told her excitedly that it was a change
to have the honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In truth,
June would have preferred almost any other destination, but she had kept
her fears and misgivings to herself. In Nigeria ----- In the beginning,
everything went well.

As promised, they lived on a lovely property and had three domestics,
two women and a male gardener. The grounds were large and full of
greenery which June enjoyed looking after. To their surprise and
delight, the property even had a small swimming pool. To help pass the
time, June decided that she would attempt to write a book. It also
provided her with a handy excuse for not associating with the wives of
the other white workers, most of whom she found boring and not her sort.


Since their arrival, June had received many invitations to join various
women's groups, go to morning coffees and other such, but she had
declined most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around many of
the other wives. After a few months, June had found it almost impossible
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she would be followed
closely by a small group of black men who would stare at her and make
comments amongst themselves, speaking in a language June couldn't
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she finally began sending
her domestic to do the food shopping. As time went on she did establish
a friendship with the gardener, a young man named George whose English
was surprisingly good.

He seemed to June to be a proper person and was always polite to her and
Ray. He often suggested that she go with him to the weekly market where
they could buy more exotic plants for the yard. For a long time she
resisted, remembering her troubles while food shopping, but eventually
he convinced her there was nothing to fear and she went with him. That
day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very loose top. Putting her
hair in a large bun on top of her head, she covered it all with a large
straw hat. She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and therefore she always
covered herself as much as possible when outside. In truth, she knew
there was another reason.



Though she was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a showoff
and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this place at least, modesty
and caution should be her main considerations when dressing for any
'public' appearance. After a long drive over rutted roads in George's
truck, they arrived at the market and June was pleased to notice several
security guards. Most of the people there were black and men. George
told her he would stay near the truck and June went off looking,
stopping at the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless variety
of plants available.

She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she felt hands
brushing against her arms, legs and bottom. When she turned, she saw a
wall of black, smiling faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go
away, but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning, repeating,
"Missy ok, missy ok." At first she felt their hands lightly touching,
but soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as loudly as she
could, she swung her handbag. She managed to hit a few of them, but then
others moved in from another direction. She found herself pushed back
hard against a wall. Her straw hat had come off and she was sweating
heavily.

Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper colored strands
plastered in wet clumps against her cheeks and forehead. She began to
panic as she felt a hand move under her loose top and grab her left
breast. She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's strong
arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on a bra before she went
out. She was pinned, unable to free herself from his grasp and he was
roughly twisting her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working between her legs,
squeezing and rubbing against her crotch through the material of her
slacks. She screamed out loud again, shouting for George.



She was beginning to think there was no way she could stop this shameful
assault. One of the men had gotten behind her and lifted her top up so
that the men standing in front could easily fondle her bared breasts.
The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits expertly and
despite herself she was feeling more aroused when suddenly she heard
loud voices and whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked up,
then dispersed quickly when they saw several security guards led by
George moving towards her in a hurry. She was shaking badly as she
covered herself and tried to regain her composure. Her large nipples
hurt and were still stiff enough to protrude through her top. She felt a
warm stickiness between her legs and realized to her utter dismay that
she had actually leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.



When they got back to the truck George lifted her in and even he took
advantage of the situation, momentarily resting his large right hand
full on her still aching breast. She thought to protest, but quickly
realized George was her only passage to safety and kept quiet. After the
terrible experience she was just glad to get in the truck and be driven
home. Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped off her
clothing and stepped into the shower. As she was washing herself under
the warm water, she looked down and noticed that her nipples were still
aching and sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the swollen
buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her pussy.

Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by everything that had
happened that afternoon, she rather ashamedly began to feel a another
type of need, one she could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud. Replaying the
events of that afternoon, she needed very little friction before those
lovely, exhilarating feelings were flowing through her body. Her pussy
lips were swollen and open and she desperately wished Ray was there as
she pushed first one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit minutes latter it
was so violent she almost collapsed on the shower floor. When Ray came
home that night she told him what had happened.

He was very upset and said he would contact security, report the event
and arrange to have a guard with her at all times when she went into the
village. She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little aroused
when he asked her to tell him every detail of what had happened to her,
leaving nothing out. Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way,
she did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got home and how
those feelings of intense horniness had led her to masturbate in the shower.


As she hoped, this turned her husband on powerfully and within moments
he had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her still-sensitive
nipples while she held his head gently in her hands. She reached into
his pants, fished out his smallish cock and began sucking it while he
reached between her legs and massaged he clitoris. He looked down at her
perfect white body, full breasts and bald cunt and blessed the day he
had found her. She was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock,
and Ray knew from experience it was time to fuck her.

He kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs and pleaded,
"Fuck me! Fuck me Ray, please hurry, I need it... now!" He pounded his
cock into her for only a few minutes when he saw her face blush pink and
then felt her body stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At
almost the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his entire cock
into her with room to spare. After a few more strokes, he groaned and
spurted a small trickle of cum inside her. They both lay side by side on
the floor afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they both
fell asleep. *** June didn't go too far in the next few weeks and
although Ray did continue to chase up security, nothing out of the
ordinary happened.



One morning, with about nine months left on Ray's tour, Jane heard a
buzz from the front gate. When she answered, she found it was a security
man from the village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little man
who introduced himself as Magarshi, the head of local security. The
first thing she noticed about the poor little man was his size, he
barely came up to her chest. She also noticed that, like most of the
local men, his eyes seemed to be on every part of her at once.

She was getting so used to this treatment that it hardly bothered her
anymore; indeed, she had almost come to expect it. And she had been
caught a bit off guard that morning, wearing only a tight pair of short
shorts and a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra. When he asked
her to go over her assault in the village, June told him as much as she
could without going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite as
he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad while asking the
occasional question.

He kept taking a handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his
rounded face, which June thought was rather unattractive. She finally
asked him if he would like a drink of water. He thanked her, saying,
"Yes, please, madam." June felt his eyes on her she walked across the
room to the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put on the
walk,' an ultra feminine movement that accentuated the sway of her hips
and the bounce of her naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent
forward to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between her
legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his way.



It had been such a long time since she had done that to any man, she
thought. After making a final notation, he closed his pad and put his
pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how long she and her husband
had been there, he was most surprised to find that they had only about
nine months remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why she
hadn't joined any of the various white women's circles. She told him,
quite bluntly, that she found most of the women boring.

After a little more small talk he excused himself, walked back outside
to his jeep and drove off. As he had gotten up to leave June had stolen
a quick glance and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the
crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about how she must have
really wound the poor little guy up. Maybe she would have something she
could tell her husband about tonight...in detail. And she might have,
except that Ray came home from work that day with some rather bad news.
For the next six months, he explained, he was being transferred further
inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where, other than that it
was not a safe place for white women. June was first angry over the new,
then began to argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't
some way he could get out of it. And Ray, as always patient to a fault,
answered her repeatedly that, no, there was no way he could avoid it,
the decision had already been made and it was beyond his power to do
anything about it.



Once Ray was gone, June wondered how she would ever get through all the
months on her own. She tried to work on her book, but found she was
unable to concentrate enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had
gone by before she became so lonely and depressed that she went to see
the higher ups in the company, complaining rather loudly about her
plight. *** Several days afterward she received an angry phone call from
her husband, who warned her to go easy.

Word had already gotten back to him that she was making noises, he told
her, adding that things were touchy enough and he damn sure didn't need
her causing him any trouble with his bosses. June was near tears when
she hung up the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with her.
After she thought it through, she started to appreciate the pressure he
must be under. There were probably many things going on that he was not
at liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that she would keep
a low profile for the remainder of his absence.

She made one small exception to this rule when she received and accepted
an invitation to a party being given by the British Consulate. She had
been house bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting to wear
on her. She thought briefly about bring up Ray's situation with the
British Consulate, but quickly decided against it. The evening of the
party she was picked up by a black stretch limo. She had gone to great
lengths with her appearance and she looked stunning in her full length,
strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high heel shoes - which
made her nearly six feet tall, adding father to her allure. She let her
long red hair hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at
herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily; the combination of
the red dress and copper colored hair against all the white skin she was
showing made her look very sexy.


After making small talk at the party for almost an hour, June was
becoming bored. Finally she spotted the British Consulate and took the
opportunity to introduce herself and speak to him, although she was
careful to leave out any references to her husband's situation. Several
minutes later there was a stir, followed by a hushed silence, as someone
came in. June saw a rush of people move toward him, everyone wanting to
welcome him at once. June recognized the short man but knew nothing
about him. When she asked the woman standing next to her who had
arrived, she stared at June for a moment, as if not understanding her
question.

Her eye's fixed on June's. "Oh, that is Magarshi," she said, her voice
barely above a whisper. "He's the head of security for this area, and a
very powerful man. Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be
likewise." June sensed genuine fear in the woman's reply and it unnerved
her. Despite the warning, June still had difficulty accepting that this
ugly little man really had so much power. 'Talk about little and large,'
she thought as she watched him hold forth from across the room.



Her mind thought back to the visit the small security man had paid her
several weeks ago, trying to remember details. Now she wondered what he
had really wanted. A shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she
had worn something less enticing. It wasn't long before he noticed her
and came across the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite
handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his hands and
fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring, she thought. After they had
talked for awhile, told her he had some good news and asked if she would
pay him a visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by his
offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the question. He explained that
he would send his driver for her at 11 AM.

After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow coloured summer
dress that buttoned up the front. It clung to her figure well, pushing
her breasts together to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not
too short, stopping about six inches about the knees. Upon arriving at
Magarshi's house, June was amazed at how large it was. It seemed to her
almost palatial, at least in this part of the world.

As the car made its way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June
counted at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the grounds.
Her anxiety began to increase. Upon her entrance, Magarshi greeted her
politely, led her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of tea.
Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it did nothing to help calm
her nerves. After they finished their tea, he looked directly at her.
"Look June, I'll come straight to the point," he began. "I am, as I
think you understand by now, a very powerful man.



I can get almost anything, how should I say it, taken care of." June
looked away from him and nodded her head. He smiled at her, his white
teeth standing out against his black skin. "Since you have been with us
for over a year now I was wondering if you've learned anything about our
African way of life?" June stared at the remains in the bottom of her
tea cup for a moment. "I-I don't think so.

What do you mean by that?" she asked weakly. "I mean to ask, have you
ever spoken with the other white women - or girls - about our... sexual
habits?" June looked up at Magarshi. "Yes, I've heard that, ah, a few of
the white wives have black men as their lovers," she said, trying not to
betray the apprehension she was beginning to feel. Magarshi's laugh was
deep and guttural, filling the small room.

He brought his big hands together slowly in front of him, the fingertips
just touching. "Well, let me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty
per cent of white females age 12 years and above have had at least one
if not several black lovers." June tried to stay calm, but her anxiety
level was climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these things?
"No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she said. His chair creaked
slightly as he moved forward, focusing his gaze directly on her. "June,
do you love your husband?" he asked bluntly. June stiffened slightly,
moving her body back. The cat and mouse game they had been playing was
over, she knew. Wherever this was heading, she didn't like it. She
stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course. Why would you doubt
it," she said evenly. "He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like
you." He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her
in some fashion.


Then he said: "Now, I have to ask, what would you do to save his life,
June?" When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally
cracked and she began to tremble and cry. "What? That's not a fair
question. I mean, he's OK, isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?"
"Yes," Magarshi replied calmly, "of course he is, at least for now. But,
how can I say it, things could always change." "Let me put this
directly, June," he said, his tone becoming sterner. "I want you to be
my lover. If you agree, Ray will be safe and you'll have nothing to
worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we say, very
difficult for Ray. We might even find out that he has suffered a
terrible accident.

o I make myself clear?" His tone and demeanor left no room for argument.
June felt like she going into shock as Magarshi's message began to sink
in. He had seemed like such a polite little man; now he was threatening
her husband's life! Presuming her response, Magarshi pulled a business
card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed
it to her. "That's a private number where you can reach me," he said.
"I'll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember
what I've said." That night a tearful, near hysterical June spoke to her
husband, explaining everything that had happened. He said he knew
because he had already been told.

After assuring her that she was in no way at fault, Ray told her he
loved her more than anything in the world, but he was also sure Magarshi
would make good on his threat to have him murdered. All his earlier
anger had been drained away and he sounded subdued and defeated when he
finally told her that accepting the little man's offer was their only
option. She had never heard her husband sound so dejected and she cried
bitterly after hanging up the phone.


She called the next morning and told Magarshi that she had agreed to his
proposition. She begged him to not to do this to her, though she knew
her pleas were useless. He told her she would be picked up that evening
and to make sure she closed up her house as she would be staying with
him for awhile. She put the phone down and burst into tears once again.
She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and callus man. And he was
so physically repulsive. My god, she wondered, how had she gotten
herself into this? After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and
a domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like room.

After standing there for what seemed like forever but was only several
minutes, she became aware of her strange reactions. She had been waiting
for this since her call to him yesterday, dreading it, yet she was
acutely aware of her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She
tried to dismiss this as Magarshi walked into the room wearing a purple
dressing gown. He greeted her differently this time, bending his head
and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he would not hurt her;
in fact, he assured her, she would enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once
again asked him not to do this, but he paid her no attention. "June, if
you will please come with me," he said and they walked through several
rooms, finally entering one that had a Jacuzzi. He told her he would be
back shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the Jacuzzi.
June did so and found the warm, bubbly water indeed made her feel
relaxed. At that point a domestic entered the pool room and handed her a
crystal goblet. It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity taste.



Magarshi encouraged her to drink it and she quickly took several large
swallows, hoping it would ease her anxiety. The warm, swirling water and
delicious drink began to have the desired effect and June felt deeply
relaxed. About 15 minutes later, Magarshi returned with a dressing gown
similar to his own and told her to put it on and follow him. From there
they moved down a long corridor and entered a large room. Magarshi sat
on the large, low bed and told her to remove her gown and turn herself
around. He spent several minutes quietly appraising her body, murmuring
to himself as he admiring her supple curves and flawless white skin,
knowing they were his to do with as he pleased.

Under normal circumstances, June would have felt sick and revolted by
this act, but instead she was feeling an increased warmth and
relaxation, a sweet lethargy, as if everything around her was slowing
down and she was focused on the moment. For just a moment, she wondered
if something had been put into her drink. He began by stroking her arms
and gently brushing his large fingers through her long, red hair.

He kissed her neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing
her to shudder involuntarily. She was already sexually charged from
knowing what was going to happen - and perhaps by her inability to
prevent it. She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips moistening
and opening, gently stretching her labia so that the tip of her clitoris
was exposed, longing for the first delicious contact. She was vaguely
aware that she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under these
conditions, but she seemed to have no control over her body's responses.
He began kissing her, gently at first, then forcing his tongue inside
her mouth searching for hers.



He found it and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their
slow, steady caress of her body. Her need had been building steadily,
and finally reached a point that she began removing removed his dressing
gown. She tried to avoid looking at his fat stomach or anything further
below as she undressed him. Her mind was whirling; she had wondered all
night about this very moment, how it would come about and what she would
find. Ray was of moderate size at best, and she knew there were men with
larger cocks, though her experience had been rather limited.

Finally she moved her hand below his belly and grasped his member. It
was incredibly warm to her touch, hard and swollen and so very thick.
Instinctively she moved her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not
seen that many cocks, and certainly never a black one, or one of this
size. Magarshi must have sensed it. "Is this your first black cock,
June?" he asked gently. He voice seemed even deeper than usual. She
tilted her head upward. "Yes... yes it is," she said haltingly. Even as
she spoke she kept running her slim fingers up and down the length of
his shaft, her hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion. It was
certainly longer than Ray's, she thought, and it felt nearly twice as thick.


Her body seemed on autopilot as she slid off the bed onto the floor.
Magarshi moved to the edge of the bed in front of her and spread his
short legs into a V shape. June continued to stroke and fondled his
large organ, which was now level with her face. She gently forced the
thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the bulbous, pinkish purple
head. This was another first for her as Ray was circumcised, and she
found she enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she exposed the
mushroomed shaped glans. Her rapidly increasing sexual tension had
banished any guilt feeling to the back of her consciousness.

She seemed in a trace-like state as she brought her head forward,
kissing and licking his throbbing cock head. After several minutes of
this slow, sweet torment her urge to suck on his big cock was
overwhelming. She opened her mouth and attempted to engulf the swollen
tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries she finally
managed to fit the head and upper shaft into her mouth. Still, it was a
tight fit and her small mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a
tight seal around his organ.

As she moved her head slowly up and down she made wet, noisy slobbering
sounds as trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Magarshi was in his element, near rapture almost; there was nothing he
loved more than watching a frightening, defeated white woman like June,
a virgin to black cock, kneeling subserviently before him, choking and
gagging as she tried to suck his enormous erection into her sweet little
mouth. He leaned forward a bit, reached down and began rubbing June's
breasts, pulling and squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender
nipples were so inflamed that they stood out like beacons.

He pulled her body up a bit then and spread her legs until he could
reach one of his big hands between them. His thick forefinger quickly
found her distended clit, rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out
for him to stop. But her mouth was filled to capacity, filled with his
huge cock, and he just kept rubbing her bud, up, down and sideways,
until her pussy was soaking wet and hyper sensitive to any touch. Even
in her somewhat altered state, June was surprised how forceful he was
compared to Ray, who was almost always tender and loving.


Magarshi pushed and pulled her this way and that at his whim; he was
always in charge, doing exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. A
distant part of her consciousness still couldn't believe she was
allowing him to explore her so shamelessly, but the rest of her seemed
to be on sexual auto-pilot and her arousal kept building. Giving in to
her feelings, she began to enjoy this roughness and loss of control,
reveling in the feeling of being forcefully used.

She was almost limp when he pulled her onto the bed and rolled her onto
her back. As he pushed he thighs apart she tried to resist, but it was a
token response, a foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between
her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base and placed its
bloated head against her vaginal opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh
apart. She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her clit, as
she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly pulled apart as it grasped
the huge mass being forced into it. She screamed in pleasure-pain as she
felt her womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way she had
never imagined as he continued to slide himself ever deeper into her.
Her long legs were wrapped around him and she was sweating heavily under
him, grinding her hips and grunting shamelessly as she worked to
accommodate him. She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved
further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly opening her,
reaching places deep inside her, places she had never known existed,
creating an intense sensation of pleasurable fullness


By the time his cock finally bottomed out, June was overwhelmed, gasping
and squealing, clawing at his back, screaming at him to please fuck her
faster. But he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she couldn't
bear it. She knew, on some far away level, that she was behaving like a
total slut, but that didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her
hips forward so fast she almost lifted him off the bed.

When her orgasm hit the feeling was like nothing she had had ever
experienced. From its epicenter deep inside her it quickly blossomed out
in such intensely pleasurable waves that she feared she might be having
a seizure. She gave herself over to her climax completely, remaining in
its throes, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or
stifle the curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some
primitive place inside her. Magarshi was pleased with himself as he
looked down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked back
on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of her spent pussy,
which now gaped open.

He pulled her upward against some pillows and straddled her upper body,
putting his slime covered cock into her open mouth. He leaned forward,
driving himself into her so deeply that he hit the back of her throat.
June, sill only semi-consciences from her orgasm, began to gag and choke
pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers and making terrible
retching noises as a heavy stream of spittle and bile escaped her lips
and ran down her quivering chin. At the last moment he eased himself out
of her mouth and she was able to get her breath.


She wanked his cock for awhile, he small hand moving easily up and down
its slippery length. Magarshi grunted, told her he was going to come and
ordered her to put his cock back into her mouth and start sucking him
again. Out of habit, June started to resist, but quickly thought better
of it. This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of course
she had no choice. She had no sooner complied with his order than she
heard him howl and felt his cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at
him, eyes wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile tasting
black seed. So great was the quantity of cum that suddenly filled her
mouth that June couldn't swallow it all and began to choke and cough
violently. "Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed. She had
never heard his voice so low or demanding and it scared her so badly she
began swallowing faster, licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down
the sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped it out. She
wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to fight back the impulse until
finally his monster ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed
her face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers into her
mouth until it popped open wide. "Open for me, please. That's it, a
little wider," he cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl,
you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply and the sound of
his voice made her shiver.


Despite everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of herself,
pleased that she had been able to service him exactly as he had
instructed. Even being called his bitch made her feel warm inside,
because suddenly... she understood. June smiled. With Ray, she knew,
that would have been that, and they would have gone to sleep. But
Magarshi began to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a bit more
gently this time. When she looked, June noticed he was erect again, his
cock as large and stiff as if he had never come.

June felt hyper aroused and began to mewl and squirm at the same time
she reached for his cock and began to stroke it. Grabbing the young
white woman, Magarshi, flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She
responded immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and canting
her pelvis, exposing her moist, open slit.

He knee walked forward until he was close enough to slide the huge
purple head of his penis up and down in the furrow of her soaking labia.
At this light contact, she makes a noise between a pant and a groan. He
grabbed a fistful of her beautiful red hair, now matted with sweat, and
jerked her head back. "What do you want, bitch?" he asked gruffly.
"Please, oh, please...." she whimpered, hoping he will stop her
humiliation, but knowing otherwise. He tightened his grip, pulling her
head back more sharply. He found her clit with his thumb and began a
gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. "It's easy, bitch. Just
tell me what you want, what you need, what all bitches need." She was
beaten and knew it. "Goddamn you, fuck me...just put your cock in me and
fuck me," she panted in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true
desperation.


Unable to take anymore himself, Magarshi slipped the head of his swollen
cock inside her cunt and began to push. June grunted loudly as once
again she felt the heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her,
spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again opened her tight
channel. For just a moment she felt the familiar pain-pleasure from
before, although it was quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed
her hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft into her more
quickly. June was coming completely unraveled, shaking her head from
side to side and beating her fists against the mattress, all the while
delivering an unbroken babble of screams, groans and curses.

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but it felt even better this
time. He seemed to have wedged his cock in even deeper, or maybe he had
just hit some new, more sensitive spots inside her. Suddenly, there was
a new sensation as Magarshi pushed one of his thick fingers deep into
her anus. Earlier, she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in
pleasure as she felt both his cock and his finger working inside her,
separated by only a thin membrane of skin. This seemed to take her to
another level of arousal, sending another charge through her already
overheated body. She was dripping sweat and panting crazily as she
looked at him over her shoulder, telling him in a ragged, gasping voice
that she was so close and please to fuck her faster.


After several more minutes of hard pounding, Magarshi knew she was
close, for he could feel the twitching, tightening contractions of her
internal muscles around his finger. When June finally went over the edge
she lost all control; her pale, sultry body began to shake and convulse
crazily and she let out a series of high pitched screams and squeals
that echoed off the barren walls of the room.

Even as she continued to orgasm, Margashi drove his cock in deep,
finally hitting some internal part of her, then held himself still as he
erupted with an orgasm almost as violent as hers. His heavy balls
contracted and he began to shoot hot, sending thick streams of potent
black seed deep into June's fertile womb. Moments later, they both
collapsed on the bed, utterly spent. After awakening from a brief sleep,
June snuggled against Magarshi.

Her inner thighs were trembling and a stream of semen trickled from her
vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet. She looked at him lovingly
and said she'd never been fucked like that. He smiled and cuddled her
close, feeling her wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body. "You
white women need to have a black lover to teach you what real sex is
like," he laughed. "And now, you are my lover."


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