Michelle's Story

Michelle couldn't believe her husband would tolerate being separated from her, but then she realized Rodney really didn't have any choice. Smuggling drugs was a serious crime in the African country and Rodney didn’t want to spend time in jail after being setup. Someone obviously put bags of illegal drugs in his briefcase, but how would he ever prove it?

Emu was ecstatic that the gorgeous, white woman was staying. "I take you to Sarge's home. You stay there... until you go free. Sarge come soon... then we go his house. Mosi take husband to hotel... he stay there," the guard informed Michelle, as they prepared to leave the airport interrogation room.

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

Michelle could hear Sarge laughing at his redundant humor, but she found nothing funny about his bold statements. The ruling junta was basically the only political party running in the election and it was almost a foregone conclusion that they would win.

Just before the big guard took her arm in an effort to get Michelle out of the offices and into the limo, she heard Sarge's gruff voice again. "Your gorgeous wife needs holiday... I plan to see that she gets it. Yes... she gets it good. I want my black cock in her belly so that she has my baby!"

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

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

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

She was totally distraught, but there didn't seem to be any way out of the disparaging situation. Michelle thought back to their arrival in the airport where Sarge was the chief security officer. That seemed like eons ago and so much had happened since then.

From the moment she and Rodney stepped off the airplane, they had a target on their backs. Sarge managed to use a devious scheme to gain full control over the couple. He secretly recorded everything that happened during the long, painful interrogations and then used the trumped-up incriminating evidence to blackmail the couple.

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

Suddenly Rodney found himself led outside by Mosi to a waiting limo and his wife wound up in the backseat of another limousine with Sarge sitting beside her. Michelle now realized the African trip with her husband had been a dire mistake; yet it was much too late to go back in time.

Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle might be forced to endure during the next 24 hours. He was told there would be a dinner party at Sarge’s house tomorrow evening and that a limo would drive him to the house. This meant he wouldn’t see or be able to protect Michelle for at least an entire day and it would be utter misery suffering through that many hours without knowing what was happening to his wife.

With Sarge in control over Michelle’s destiny, Rodney contemplated the possibility of her fidelity over the weekend. The ride to hotel was agonizing, as he was dejected and worried by the overly vivid visualization of his wife being manhandled by the domineering African soldier.

Most troubling to Rodney were the dramatic images of Michelle’s body thrusting wildly during the forced intercourse with Sarge and his loyal guards. When he was forced to watch the sordid affair through the two-way mirror, it appeared that his wife was a willing participant and Rodney didn’t know what to think.

He rode the short distance to the hotel in silence. When Mosi dropped him off, it didn’t take Rodney long to get settled into the plush yet restrictive surroundings. The trip so far had taken an eternity and it took measly minutes to fall asleep, even knowing he couldn’t protect his darling wife.

Emu drove the limo into Sarge's long, curved driveway and he stopped in front of the sprawling residence of his superior. The house would have been considered stately even by American standards and the mansion was a reward for Sarge’s status in the ruling dictatorship. Emu quickly got out of the driver's seat and went around the car to open the back door in loyal subservient fashion.

Sarge exited the limo and he immediately turned around, putting his hand out to assist his beautiful guest. "Come, my dear... you will meet my family."

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

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

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

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

Across the room was the largest bathroom she had ever seen. It was a wide-open design with rich tile and two steps leading up to the elevated bathroom area. There was a large vanity with wall to wall mirrors giving the area a marvelous affect.

Gleaming white tile covered the bathroom floor, making the room look neat and sparkling clean. There were two marble sinks and a large walk-in tub obviously for bathing, which looked like it could hold many people. The tub was at floor level and the water had steam drifting from the surface, radiating and giving off a most welcoming appearance.

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

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

Zelda pulled Michelle across the wide room and cautioned her to remove her shoes before stepping on the slippery tile floor. Then they entered the tub area where Zelda quickly stripped off all of her brightly colored clothes. She left them crumpled on the floor and turned to face Michelle.

Before Michelle could stop the woman, Zelda’s hands were all over her body, undoing and unfastening her clothes. Michelle felt it was better to become a welcomed guest in the woman's home and she reluctantly allowed Zelda to strip most of her clothing, without putting up any resistance.

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

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

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

Zelda quickly jumped into the tub and put out her hand in an inviting fashion towards her guest. Michelle slowly approached the edge of the tub and she gingerly stepped into the hot water. It felt consuming and Michelle immediately sensed the weight of despair leave her entire body, as she sat down.

She couldn't do a thing and Zelda insisted on washing and cleansing her all over. It was a strange feeling to have someone touch her in places that normally had sexual connotations, but Zelda didn't seem to have any intention of starting any lovemaking. Her touching and caresses were intimate yet there were no sexual inferences from the woman.

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

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

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

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

All of a sudden Michelle was immensely mortified when Zelda’s children rushed into the room. Although it was not common for parents in America to let their children see them naked, the custom was obviously different here.

Michelle tried in vain to cover herself with her hands, as the giggling kids peeked at her. Zelda was holding the only washcloth and all the towels were ten feet away so Michelle tried to stay under the water.

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

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

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

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

Michelle looked around at all the excited faces and her face got even redder. She noticed that the boy's eyes were big and round, and they never left her alluring chest. Although he was eighteen and twins with the second oldest girl, he looked much younger, which gave her some concern. Suddenly Zelda took charge. She shouted orders to her children and had everything organized before Michelle realized what was going on.

Another stool was brought over to the tub for Zelda and suddenly both women had something to sit on. Zelda ordered her second oldest daughter to apply lotion to her body while instructing the older Ayira to do the same to Michelle.

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

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

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

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

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

Zelda told Michelle that the one bed was for her and she would sleep in the other. Then the woman gave instructions to her children that it was time for bed. Michelle could see the great displeasure on their faces from what their mother told them, but she was pleased they were leaving.

They hesitated and seemed overly reluctant to leave the room. Suddenly the oldest was arguing with her mother and it didn't take long before Michelle saw Zelda’s shoulders shrug, as if conceding to her daughter's wishes.

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

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

There was a bustle of activity, as Zelda’s children got ready for bed. They quickly found numerous blankets and pillows and made beds to sleep on. Michelle tried to divert her eyes, but it was hard not to notice their uninhibited actions, as they were not the least bit ashamed to change into sleeping attire in front of anyone.

All the girls casually undressed, not hiding a thing, and even Zelda’s son changed, which brought giggles from his sisters when he removed all of his clothes. Michelle almost fainted when she got a quick glimpse of the flaccid meat hanging between the boy's legs. It was obvious that the boy was not circumcised and she got mad at herself for noticing such an intimate detail.

The boy caught her looking and he made her break out in a shameful blush when he gave her a knowing smile. He faced the pretty, white woman and let her have an unabashed look at his body. Although the boy was not yet old enough to become a tribal warrior, he was an eighteen year old teenager and certainly old enough to have sexual desires.

Kato was well aware that his penis was almost as big as his father’s and Sarge had shared some of his intimate fantasies with his son. The boy's confidence swelled when he noticed the timid, shy woman act like she was afraid of him. He stared into Michelle's eyes and his glare sent a shiver up her spine, as she felt weak and bashful. She could see the power and desire of a man in the boy's eyes and his stare seemed to emanate the strongest sexual desire.

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

She was standing between the two beds pondering the next move when Zelda came up to her.

"Children! They always so nosy," she whispered. "Especially Kato... he just like his father."

“Yeaaa, yes,” Michelle replied.

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

The front of her entire body was covered with goose bumps when Kato slowly walked over to give his mother a goodnight kiss on the cheek. With a mad rush, all the girls ran up to their mother, also saying goodnight with a peck on the cheek.

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

Suddenly the three girls walked over to Michelle and their brother followed them. One by one they reached over to give her a hasty kiss before rushing across the room to their assigned beds. Kato was more deliberate than his sisters and he reached over giving his frightened idol a goodnight kiss.

The unashamed boy brushed up against Michelle's tempting body and he purposely pushed his hips at her, as if he was humping her leg. Michelle didn't want to make a scene, but she felt like dying when the boy poked her. He seemed to hold the pose for the longest time before going to his bed. Michelle literally shook from Kato’s demoralizing strategy and she tried hard to shrug off the teen’s tactics, as nothing but a childish prank.

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

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

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

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

Just as they were ready to get into bed, Zelda remembered something. She rushed into the bathroom and returned with two glasses filled with what she said was something to help her sleep. “Here... you drink... help sleep. I always take when I’m upset or if I need help sleeping. No nightmares... sleep like baby,” she said and handed Michelle one of the glasses.

They both drank and it took Michelle about two minutes to realize the African nightcap was something she wasn’t used to. Her head started spinning and she was glad the bed was right beside her because she wasn’t sure if she could remain on her feet. They both went to bed and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world when her head hit the pillow.

Michelle closed her eyes, but her brain seemed to go off on a hectic whirlwind tour of the past few hours after landing in the small African country. She could not remember when she was more exhausted or distraught yet she couldn’t stop dreaming. Sarge was the focus of her dreams. The man was nothing but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling under his control.

She was flying; she was floating through the air like a cloud and her mind was fully awake yet she was asleep. ‘True,' she reasoned, 'Sarge did blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.' Now she wished that she had the courage to fight the man, but that had not happened at the airport.

Michelle's eyes were closed and illusions kept floating through her head. She was in the midst of being interrogated in the bastard's office and her sleeping body twitched from the vivid imagery. She cursed in her sleep for not realizing Sarge was setting her up, but now it was too late.

When Sarge threatened her by saying he found contraband drugs in Rodney's luggage, Michelle believed the security officer would throw her husband in jail for a long, long time. She justified her actions of letting Sarge and his guards molest her body because it seemed like the only way to keep Rodney out of jail, which had worked.

Her emotions ran a wide gamut during her eventful time in Sarge's office. At first she dreaded being with the man, but then she felt something odd. Her feelings went from fear and anxiety to desire and even lust. Suddenly she remembered the feeling of being fucked and knowing her husband was watching.

The last thing in the world she intended on doing was experiencing a climax; yet she was shaken to the core when earth-shattering spasms robbed her willpower. If that wasn't degrading enough, Michelle remembered experiencing a desire so strong that it was impossible to resist when the guard fucked her.

Zelda’s drink would have long lasting effects on someone who had never taken sedatives and these particular ones had been used by her family for centuries. Michelle’s dreams went on and on even though she fell into the deepest sleep of her life. Hours later everything was perfect and she welcomed the wonderful sleep, even with the raging hallucinations.

Suddenly Rodney was behind her in the bed. Her dream was so dramatic and real that it made her heart beat faster. Rodney cuddled nice and tight to the back of her body, as she lay on her left side. A pleasant smile covered her sleeping face when her husband’s arm went over top of her shoulder in a most familiar fashion.

Many of their love sessions began exactly the same way. They often lay on their sides facing the same direction and Rodney embraced her from behind. When he thrust his arm over her torso and cupped one of her breasts, Michelle welcomed his loving caress.

He was rougher than usual! Michelle felt his need for urgency and she too sensed a rising desire. Rodney’s other arm was under her head and it curved down to fondle her other breast, paying particular attention to the nipple, which throbbed for his forceful embrace.

Michelle snuggled and turned her head upwards a bit so she could whisper to her loving husband. Suddenly teeth closed on her ear and the intense pain, which lasted for two or three seconds, surprised her. She was still too groggy to talk so she moaned out loud, trying to tell Rodney to be gentle.

All of a sudden her nipples were pinched and stretched out from her chest so hard that she cried out from the pain. The dream was real and Michelle was captivated by her husband’s insensitive caresses. She tried to roll her head back more to tell Rodney that she welcomed the pain, as punishment for being unfaithful.

Her eyes fluttered and she felt like waking up, but she froze. Her heart beat so fast that her face was totally flushed and Michelle wondered why? A whiff of stale breath drifted into her nostrils and she was puzzled by the foul scent. Hands cupped both of her boobs and strong, demanding fingers kept stretching her nipples beyond tolerable limits.

Suddenly she realized Rodney's pecker was between the top of her thighs and everything was alight. She arched her back and encouraged him to put his cock into her wetness. The strangest feelings went through her head, as her mind buzzed and spun furiously around in bright colored circles. She couldn’t understand what was happening yet she didn’t know if she wanted it to stop.

Rodney pushed forward much harder and Michelle hoped she wasn’t too dry. Any fear of needing lubrication for Rodney to enter her pussy was quickly dispelled when the cock-shaft easily slid along her slit. Her dazed mind was beginning to clear and something didn’t seem right, as Rodney seemed much larger than she remembered.

Michelle didn’t dare move. She was too afraid to open her eyes because the dream was becoming real. Her mind raced; it wasn’t a dream! ‘But it can’t be Rodney... it can’t be him,’ she thought. ‘Oh gawd... who... someone’s in bed with me!’

Michelle remained frozen, praying it was just a bad nightmare, even as the strange organ slipped deeper into her juicy gash. She heard a foreign voice and all of a sudden her heart stopped completely. One of Kato’s sisters was giving orders to her siblings and it took the briefest moment for the three girls to push Kato away so they could flip Michelle onto her back.

There was one girl holding each of her arms and the other sister pinned one leg to its widest reaches. Like a cat, Kato rolled over her outstretched body until he crouched between her spread legs, displaying the obvious fact he was ready to ravage the white goddess.

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

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

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

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

“You let me... you didn’t stop me,” he replied.

“But Kato, I didn’t know. I was confused... I thought... I was sleeping.” She watched the clear lubricant drip from the tip of his enlarged penis. Her eyes grew wider, as she realized Kato intended on ravaging her, and she was utterly helpless. He knowingly placed the head of his cock at her opening and it made Michelle flinch when he deliberately pushed on her clitoris.

Kato held his cock directly on top of her intimate button and refused to stop crushing it into her bony pelvis. All of a sudden the head slithered through the slippery juice and entered her hole with one swift thrust.

The teenager grabbed onto her boobs, as if he needed to steady himself. He arched his back and squeezed the muscles in his groin, as hard as he could, to prolong his youthful stamina. His fingertips dug into Michelle's soft, velvety flesh and Kato relished the feel of a real woman's tits.

Michelle held out hope that a miracle would happen. The foreign sedatives were gone, but now her mind raged in some unfamiliar territory. Her eyes were glued on his black pecker and they opened wider when she noticed the rod slowly disappear. The boy pushed his hips forward an inch at a time, feeling the most wonderful sensations in the world.

Kato felt the head of his cock hit a wall just before cutting her flower in two. He went through her cervix with the first thrust and stopped Michelle’s heart when he did. Then he paused knowing ultimate bliss was on the horizon and if he wanted the intercourse to last, he would have to remain still for the longest time.

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

Suddenly her pelvis tilted upward and it happened. The tip of Kato’s cock found her control button and he coated it with scorching cum. Michelle sensed by his out of control humping that Kato was very close to experiencing an orgasm. What baffled her the most was how she thrust up to meet the teen's powerful thrusts, as she never intended or even imagined her juices would flow.

When the trickle of the woman’s orgasmic lave coated Kato’s pulsating cock, it made it easier for him to fuck his white goddess. Michelle would never forget what happened next. Somehow the struggling bodies were turned over and she wound up sitting on top of the African teenager’s hips.

There was the briefest moment when Kato’s cock came out of her inner sanctuary, but it was quickly inserted again by the oldest girl's helping hand. Then Michelle did the most impulsive thing of her life when she rose on her knees in an attempt to get off Kato. As her hips turned and twisted, the head of the African cock slipped outwards to the entry point, but then Michelle couldn't move any higher.

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

The lingering effects of Zelda’s drink were enough to destroy her resolve. The last thing in the world she wanted to happen, suddenly happened. First she thrust downwards, feeling Kato’s pelvis ram into her crotch. Then she started bouncing up and down very fast, feeling the wonderful release of her spirit.

Her orgasm began slowly and picked up speed until she was out of control with the boy's organ buried in her deepest being. The alluring tits jiggled and bounced wildly up and down so invitingly that Kato reached up. He squeezed Michelle's tits and the hard pebbles left indents in the palms of his hands.

His youthful stamina was ended by the intense inferno and Kato relished intercourse with his father’s white slave. Neither Michelle nor Kato heard the girls, as the sisters whispered to each other about the two copulating animals. "They do it... they screw. Look... Kato’s face look silly. He look mad... but he not mad," one of the girls whispered.

Then her sister replied. "He crazy... crazy bull with big cock inside her. Look her tits... they jiggle!"

The other sister couldn't take her eyes off the untamed lust. "Look his black hands on pretty woman. Squeeze tits. Ayira... why she jerking like that? Is Kato giving her baby?"

Ayira was mature and knew what was happening to her brother and the white woman. “She orgasm. She very fast... not wait for Kato, but he orgasm. Look! Look Kato shoot baby stuff into her.”

“She look like crying.”

“No, she having sex and not have control; she Kato’s woman.”

“She look beautiful. Tits big... look nice in Kato’s hands.”

“His thingie... not showing. All inside woman?”

“Yes love, Kato making love to her... he man and use penis for making baby.”

Michelle was suddenly fully awake and aware of everything around her, but it was like she was on another planet. Zelda’s son was blowing his immense load of African jizz deep into her, and her earthly soul was experiencing a mind-blowing climax. It was the last thing she ever imagined would happen; yet there was no doubt when her belly went into convulsions of gigantic proportions.

Her emotions floated through endless outer space and she didn’t worry about traveling to the land beyond. Michelle coated the embedded cock with her womanly juices and didn’t stop until she was completely exhausted. Her next recollection was being a rag doll when the four decided to end the episode.

The girls rushed off and grabbed their clothes, as they went into the bathroom. Kato wanted a few more seconds to relish the greatest moment of his young life and he remained on his back. He had never felt heat like the inside of a woman and didn’t want the session to end.

Without warning, his mother was standing beside the bed. Kato silently helped Michelle to dismount his everlasting hardon and he quickly grabbed his pajamas, scurrying out of the room for a safe haven in some other room in the house. Michelle swiftly found the dressing gown from last night and concealed her nakedness from the woman’s stare.

Zelda had a happy smile on her face. "Sarge happy now. He want it happen... he say later, but now is good," she said. "Darn Kato... he just like his father."

Michelle felt totally feeble and she didn't know what to do. “Aaaahhhh,” she uttered.

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

Michelle didn't know what to say to Kato’s mother and she felt terrible for what happened. She had no desire for adulterous sex yet it happened and she had no idea how. “Ieeee, aaaahhhh.”

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

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

"No matter. It happen because you have special drink before bed... you not used to our drink. You know, I use it sometimes... sometimes when Sarge take me. He big, rough and wild when take me... drink make me not feel,” Zelda said and laughed.

Michelle felt much better and she breathed a big sigh of relief. “Yes, I didn’t know what was happening,” she replied.

“Men... they do things they want. Sarge plan it... plan whole thing and he told children what to do," Zelda said. "It not matter what you do... they force you if you not cooperate."

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

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

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

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

The woman selected a flowing gown for Michelle and the garment was the most elegant Michelle had ever worn. The dress was a brilliant, emerald green that seemed to highlight her radiant beauty. It was strapless and displayed more cleavage than she would normally do, which would make Michelle look like the sexiest woman at the party.

Once Michelle donned the dress, there was no doubt about her large breasts and her boobs looked almost too big to stay inside the top of the outfit. Zelda quickly dressed and the two women spent time putting on makeup and getting fully ready for the upcoming festivities. When the appropriate time arrived, Zelda signaled her husband that his special guest was ready.

All of sudden Sarge came into the bedroom and his eyes opened in awe. "Zelda does good job. You very pretty... like African Queen," he said, admiring the gorgeous woman.

Michelle could only mumbled a reply. “Eh, thank... thank you.”

“As you see," he said, waving his hand around to indicate the ongoing activity. "We having big celebration tonight. It celebrate our victory in election... it very important to me."

The serious look on Sarge's face told Michelle that the man considered the ruling party extremely significant. “Yes, I know,” she said, trying to make the man happy.

"I invite my superior... Buru. He is president of our party... a very powerful man," he whispered. “Very powerful!”

She would have relished the look of nervousness on Sage's face if it were not for the fact he was blackmailing her. Abruptly Sarge took Michelle's arm and ushered her to the large reception area, which was already full of invited guests.

There were only a handful of white women and Michelle was by far the prettiest, drawing admiring glances from everybody in attendance. All the men most likely dreamed of seeing more of her and the women were envious of her abundant charms.

Sarge held her arm and everyone could tell he was extremely proud of his attractive guest. Suddenly Rodney arrived and he was led into the reception area by the tall, uniformed Mosi. Michelle greeted him with the warmest smile and she dearly wanted to run across the vestibule to throw her arms around his neck.

Apparently Sarge never overlooked a thing, as he provided Rodney with a richly tailored tuxedo, and Michelle couldn't get over how handsome he looked. The security officer purposely took his time before escorting his royal guest over to see her husband.

Michelle threw caution to the wind and quickly embraced her husband. "I've missed you... missed you so much," she whispered. "Don't worry. I'm okay... please, don't worry about me." Michelle tried to reassure Rodney even though she felt total despair at being held prisoner by domineering Sarge.

Allowing for only a brief meeting with Rodney, Sarge rushed Michelle away. He introduced her to all of his influential friends and eventually came face to face with his superior. At first glance, the man seemed quite normal, but Michelle promptly noticed an evil glint in his eyes.

The leader appraised the gorgeous white woman and smiled. "This her? Woman who is promised to me?" he said in perfect English, while his face indicated the utmost confidence. "You have done well, Sarge. She is truly beautiful... sexy!"

Tremors of fear shot through her body. Michelle reasoned that Sarge had made intimate arrangements and plans for her to be a sexual servant to his superior. The man's eyes never left her chest and she shivered realizing what he was staring at.

Michelle felt goose bumps forming all over the front of her body, as the most helpless feeling overwhelmed her. Because the man was Sarge's immediate boss, she could see no way out of the impending dilemma, which she suspected was ahead of her.

When everyone was called to the dinner table, she breathed a big sigh of relief. There were some introductions and then the partiers sat down to eat. The meal was very elaborate and most of the dishes were native to the area, but Michelle did recognize a couple as being from her country.

Her respite was very short lived, as she was seated between Sarge and his superior. Buru’s manner was forceful and straight to the point while his eyes seemed to burn a hole right through her. Michelle instantly sensed the man was not a person who would readily take rejection or disappointment. She found Sarge strong and overpowering, but Buru appeared even more dominating and controlling.

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

Sarge held Michelle by the hand and it appeared like they were together. They circled the big room a couple of times and suddenly approached Buru who was wittingly standing alone. Sarge moved his hand towards his boss and the slick maneuver placed Michelle’s dainty hand in Buru’s big fist. "You dance... dance with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... she best. Much better than others I bring to you."

Buru was a stately, upright dancer and he left no doubt that he was leading and in-charge. Michelle did everything possible to keep her distance, but it seemed impossible at times. Luckily Buru was not about to get overly brazen with so many spectators yet he did ensure that she was aware of his manly endowment.

Michelle kept glancing at her husband and she could see the concerned look on Rodney's unhappy face. She danced three songs in a row with Buru and his hands got bolder and bolder with each dance. By the third, his right hand was securely around her back and holding her tight against the front of his body.

Buru’s hand rested firmly on the top of her ass and Michelle felt him groping the top of her cheeks whenever he spun her around in a glorious pirouette or sashayed her across the dance floor. The look on Rodney’s face grew more desperate by the minute, as the military leader left little doubt about his attraction to his prominent wife.

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

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

Buru opened the door for her and it took a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the dim lighting once then entered. The room appeared surreal and all the furniture was very classy and colorful with a definite African quality. There was soft music in the background and the man immediately led her across the room to a big leather sofa.

"You take off. Go behind that... and strip," he said, waving his hand at a large oriental, folding screen. "Take off everything... except brassiere and panties."

His instructions sent a shiver up her spine. She realized Buru didn't ask, but ordered her to undress. His concession that she could keep her undies on meant very little, considering the dire aspect of not wearing a bra with the low-cut evening gown. Michelle desperately wanted to plead, even beg the man for mercy, but then she reasoned her pleas would only make the situation worse.

Michelle could barely walk because her legs were so shaky, as she made her way to the decorative screen. She stood motionless behind the shield for the longest time, until a strict order sounded. "Strip... take all off." She heard the man’s gruff voice and wanted to disappear. "Show Buru! Sarge say you do anything... anything for Buru!"

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

All of a sudden the man's dark, lust-filled face was looking at her. Buru had stepped around the screen and he ogled her virtual nakedness. The scene was one to remember, as the woman frantically tried to cover her breasts with her small hands. No matter where Michelle placed her hands, it left plenty of nakedness for the man to admire.

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

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

Suddenly there it was. His raging cock was fully engorged and it was more than obvious what he wanted. Michelle stared at the black cock and she didn’t want to move any closer. Buru was overly excited with the anticipation of receiving a memorable blowjob and he started speaking in his native tongue because he couldn’t remember English.

Even though she didn’t speak the language, Michelle understood what he wanted from his demonstrative tone and precise hand signals. She took a step closer and reached out with her right hand. When she touched the flaming penis, her hand flinched from the scorching meat. The hard veined shaft seemed to throb madly and her fingers gingerly wrapped around the pulsating black rod.

Michelle was totally despondent and her mind frantically searched for a solution. The situation appeared hopeless, as she reluctantly decided on the best course of action. She pumped her small hand up and down along the intimidating pecker, hoping to bring an early end to the man’s stamina.

Her goal was to make Buru climax. Michelle reasoned it was the only viable salvation, but like all good plans, they don’t always work out. Somehow she found herself sitting at the edge of the leather sofa and Buru stood directly in front of her, as he kicked her legs apart so he could get closer.

The white hands moved frantically. One madly stroked the enlarged cock, which was thrust in her face, and the other held the man’s bloated balls, as if they were breakable. Buru grabbed her head and he roughly forced her to face the inevitable. His hand pulled her head towards the bulging head of his cock and his hips thrust in her direction.

Buru relished Michelle’s volcanic mouth and he couldn’t wait any longer. He banged the fat head of his cock into her lips real hard and she willingly opened her mouth. In the blink of an eye, Michelle was sucking on the salty-tasting penis, afraid he would ram it down her throat. Her body jerked and shifted around like crazy, which offered Buru a fantastic view of her luscious treasures.

Michelle dearly wanted to make Buru climax and she furiously tried her best to make it happen with her skilled hands and hot mouth. Even though her tits were exposed and Buru managed to fondle and grope them while she worked on his raging cock, he yearned to see more. Michelle’s mind was distraught from being forced to give the stranger a blowjob and it enabled the African leader to get complete control.

Buru yanked Michelle to her feet and swiftly grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties. The lacy garment was stripped from her hips in a heartbeat and she feared the worst when she looked into the man’s glazed eyes.

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

Complying with his demands, Michelle began to move despite the growing fear. She rubbed the mushroom head of Buru’s cock against her burning flesh, which left a trail of slippery slime wherever it touched her torso. The teasing even amazed her, as the head ran across her stomach and down her quivering tummy until it reached her bare pelvis. Michelle was positive the caresses were not all her doing, but somehow the head reached her legs.

Suddenly the pre-cum coated the top of her milky thighs and then she lost sight of the penis. Michelle felt the burning rod slither along her vast wetness and threatening to invade her most intimate being. Her entire focus was on the alarming molestation and she jumped when Buru spoke again.

"Good! Press hard... harder! Get cock nice and wet... press against white cunt," he whispered in a raspy voice, as he lowered his hips to the needed level. "Wet... get wet, then you clean. Suck and clean."

She could barely withstand anymore. Her legs threatened to give out and luckily Buru held her steady. He put his foot between Michelle's small feet and nudged them further apart, which cleverly gave her better balance. Her dainty hands tried to prevent it, but his hand was there to ensure his orders were obeyed.

The thick man-meat slipped into her wetness and then Buru vibrated his hips, which moved his cock through her puffy wet slit. There was abundant moisture and in no time his massive cock was coated with her womanly juices.

The ominous pecker pressed between the soaked labia and into her spirit. Buru lifted her upwards until Michelle was forced onto her tiptoes, which gave her the most helpless feeling. His cock snaked through her open slit and almost crushed her tiny clitoris. "Need more. Get down and suck cock. Make me harder... suck cock... get real hard," he whispered.

Michelle knew the African could take her at any second and she was powerless to stop him. Suddenly she had an out, or so she hoped. She quickly got down on her knees and kept her hands out front so she could grab the menacing cock. Michelle groped and found the inflamed meat, holding it in front of her bewildered eyes for a brief moment. Buru jerked his hips a few times and he indicated she hurry, or else. The bulbous head filled her mouth once again and Buru was in tribal heaven. He watched the white woman's head bob up and down, feeling his enlarged cock getting swollen and harder.

Michelle's dainty hand wrapped around the loose foreskin and she pumped her hand back and forth. She squeezed, as hard as she could, and tried to masturbate the black man in a vain effort to make him orgasm without actually having intercourse with him. Again she grabbed his hanging balls. When she heard his heavy breathing and loud moaning, she thought her desperate actions would be successful.

Buru was not willing to spoil the seductive encounter with a premature ending. "You suck good. Buru want watch... you rub cock all over face... all over tits," he demanded, shattering Michelle's self-confidence.

The strong man wound his fingers in her curly hair and guided her head. Buru’s eyes grew wide in awe, as he watched his black cock against Michelle's pure, white skin. He held her head steady and wiped the head across one cheek and then the other. Buru deviously stroked her lips when moving from side to side, leaving salty residue for her to taste.

Michelle closed her eyes and imagined the devastating scene. The charcoal penis caressed her face and the lewd picture flashed into her head, as she imagined the trails of wetness on her flushed cheeks. Then Buru crouched down and rubbed his big cock all over her generous tits.

Again he left a wet trail. Buru coated one boob, leaving her flesh glistening with moisture and then he coated the other, ensuring the tips were covered with sticky pre-cum. His next moved was unexpected, as he roughly jerked Michelle to her feet.

“Buru like... like you sucking cock. Like seeing cock on white tits. Now Buru need white cunt,” he whispered, sending shockwaves through her entire body. The combination of his bluntness and the cultural differences made the scene erotic rather than crude. "We fuck! Buru fuck white cunt... put cock in whore belly, now!"

He easily pushed Michelle backwards so that she fell onto the sofa, landing on her back. She put her arms out, as if to stop Buru, but it was futile. He stepped between her legs and easily pushed them apart until he had enough room to plop down between the splayed limbs. Buru pulled hard so her ass slid across the slippery, leather cushion and then he curled her feet around his back.

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

Her hips remained motionless and Buru placed the head of his inflamed cock directly at her entrance. Michelle futile struggle may as well of begged him for more. His aroused mind was filled with animal lust and he interpreted her actions as a desire rather than a protest. Buru imagined the white goddess begging her African master for great sexual pleasure.

His aim was deadly, as Buru pressed his oversized cock into her crotch. The tip hit the pink opening dead center of the vertical slit and he thrust forward ever so slightly. When the puffy lips separated and floated around the head of his cock, Buru’s eyes bulged and his heart pounded. The sight was overly tantalizing and he desperately wanted to christen the white woman with one powerful thrust.

Michelle’s heart raced and it was extremely difficult for her to breathe. She felt the head enter her delicate honey-hole and didn’t know how to stop the man. She watched Buru arch his back and realized he was preparing for the ultimate encounter.

His eyes locked on the contrasting junction and Buru cherished the hottest white cunt, as he held steady for as long as he could. Suddenly he lost patience. Buru thrust his hips just a little and watched another inch or two disappear inside the heavenly opening.

Again he paused. Buru noticed Michelle trying to angle her pelvis downward, as if attempting to get away. He gave another stern thrust and watched her pretty face twist in desperation. It was far too tempting and he rammed his powerful hips downward with all of his brute strength.

All the air came out of her lungs when the vile man sank his massive cock to the hilt. The resultant pause was merely a fleeting moment and then Buru pumped at a maddening rate of speed. His tempo increased until Michelle wondered what kind of animal he was. He had to have the biggest balls, which hung down far below his pecker, and the bag slammed nastily into her ass every time he thrust at her.

Michelle suspected the man was really a beast when he grunted with lost passion. There were no pretenses or pretending about what Buru was after. He fucked Michelle and didn’t care one bit whether she condoned or welcomed his affection.

Buru grabbed her by the ankles and bent her legs until her knees were up around her shoulders. He held her legs apart enough so he could pound his cock in and out at will. The outcome was predetermined and soon he slowed to a crawl, as his facial expressions turned extremely explicit. Every time he thrust at her crotch, Buru squeezed a massive stream of cum into her most delicate domain.

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

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

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

"That man animal... he real animal," Zelda whispered. "He make Sarge give him woman... black woman. Now he want white woman... he like better. He give Sarge promotion."

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

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

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

Michelle was fully devastated. She felt helpless against such a controlling man. How could she ever explain to her husband that she was about to become Sarge’s mistress? Her body trembled at the thought of the man letting his son have her without any reservations.

Sarge leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "You do good... I keep Rodney out of jail. I forget about his dishonor... and he be free man after working on election scrutiny."

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

The party started to break up and guests left. They all came over wishing Sarge the best and congratulating him on his new promotion. Michelle watched her unfortunate husband leave with Mosi and her stomach sank, as the security guard escorted Rodney back to the hotel. She would have given anything to go with Rodney, but realized that was impossible.

Soon there was just the immediate family left and some of the many servants. It was late. Michelle was overly apprehensive and she felt totally alive, imaging what the evil Sarge had planned. She half expected and hoped the man to go with Zelda and that the couple would retire together.

Michelle couldn’t imagine how a wife might condone her husband’s illicit deeds, but Sarge once again proved he was a genius. He pulled his next trick with Zelda right in front of him. “You go... take the girls to your room. I take Kato... and our guest,” he stated.

Zelda immediately departed, leaving a stunned Michelle with nowhere to run. When Sarge grabbed her by the hand, Michelle struggled with renewed determination. She pulled, as hard as she could, trying to stop the man from pulling her towards his private bedroom.

Sarge smiled at her vain attempts to get away and he didn’t have any trouble getting her up the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside the big room, he sort of flung Michelle into the middle of the room and watched her make a couple of spins before stopping beside the huge bed. His overly excited son quickly slammed the door shut, bringing a dire groan from a frightened Michelle.

The three stood still for many moments and each contemplated what was next. Kato and his father stared at the shivering woman and both admired her radiant beauty, while Sarge fantasized about his son ravaging Michelle’s sexy body. The teenager could hardly wait for his dad to turn him loose.

Sarge and Kato had spent the afternoon going over the night’s plan. The dad was extremely stern and explicit when he gave instructions to his son, as if he was one of his security guards. "Son! Do what I say... you learn about woman. Learn what it takes to make them happy," he told Kato earlier in the day. "Michelle... she gorgeous woman, most sexy. You already know what it is like being with her."

“Yes, yes,” Kato replied and listened intently.

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

The time had arrived and Michelle stood a few feet away for Kato. Her eyes were so big that she looked even more alluring than she did when they had sex earlier. Michelle stared at the two with her head moving from one to the other. She noticed the confident smile on Sarge's rugged face and a panic attack immediately hit her in the stomach.

Looking over at Kato didn't help, as he gave the impression of someone in-charge and very confident of having his way. All of a sudden, she was filled with courage when she turned to face Sarge. "Okay, you bastard! Take me... you’re stronger than me, but I’ll fight you,” Michelle vowed, feeling new strength. "I'll scratch your fucking eyes out... so come and get me!"

Michelle jumped when Sarge started moving in her direction. She expected him to move; yet it surprised her when he slowly walked over to her. When Sarge was close, her hands went up and her sharp nails were aimed directly at his face. She was just about to rake his smug face when he acted.

Sarge twisted his head to avoid her nails and quickly seized her wrists with his strong hands. With powerful thrusts, he pinned her arms at her sides and put his face inches from hers. "Go ahead. I like when you fight,” he whispered with a stern tone. “You let son have sex this morning... now you do again. I watch... take clothes off... now!”

He let go of her hands and stood waiting. Sarge knew exactly what Michelle would do and decided to let her dig her own grave. “Go to hell, you bastard. Your son will have to take me,” she hissed at the overpowering man. Her hands moved with lightning speed, but were no match for the speed of the devil.

Just as her hands reached the sides of his face, Sarge slapped her arms outward. He swung hard with his right hand and slapped Michelle on the left cheek, snapping her head to the side. Her head jerked in a violent fashion and before she could catch her balance, she fell on the bed.

Michelle didn’t have time to consider what was next, as Sarge’s angry face was right in front of her. "You want fight... we fight! Remember, only you keep husband safe," he said and his voice said it all. Rodney’s fate was in her hands and the realization hit hard.

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

Her jaw hurt and her head was a little dizzy. She was aware that Kato had moved behind her and his hands were a blur, as he followed his father's directions. Removing the clothes was easy because of the strapless gown and she was completely naked within moments, so Sarge let go of her arms.

Standing between two tall African's, Michelle was naked and trembling. Her eyes were glassy and she could only vaguely make out Sarge who was right in front of her. Remembering her vow, her arms moved, but again they were easily stopped by the big man.

Sarge dared her to do more and this time he put his arms down at his sides, as he stared straight into her teary eyes. He noticed her shoulders slump and knew her fight was gone. "Go ahead... it will be much sweeter if you fight,” he whispered.

“Promise Rodney will not be harmed... that he will be safe,” she replied.

“Not worry. He stay in posh hotel and my men will ensure he safe,” Sarge declared.

“Good... good.”

“You be Kato’s woman. You cream... Kato fuck you until you cream all over his cock," he said without blinking. "You either cum for my son... have orgasm... or I feed your white pussy to every black guard in my army."

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

With a sudden viciousness, Sarge destroyed Michelle’s last thread of courage. His hand went behind her head and he wound his fingers into her hair. He yanked her head backwards and he moved forward to look down on her upturned face.

Michelle stared up into the darkest eyes, as he spoke in a cruel snarl. "You sex slave... understand? Do as I say! You cream for Kato... or I give white ass to all my guards," he said.

Michelle shuddered with fear and she couldn’t envision being with many black guards. “I... but... I’ve done everything you’ve asked,” she moaned.

“Guards will hurt white slave. You no good after they finish. No good to Sarge... no good to husband.”

Michelle merely whimpered, knowing he was right. She had to obey! "Noooo... gawd noooo."

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

Michelle tried to look away, but he twisted her head cruelly to keep her facing him. Then he laughed in her face. "Zelda tell me how you cream this morning... cum all over Kato’s cock when he put in belly. Did you like?"

When no answer was forth coming, he jerked her head back and forth, demanding she answer the demeaning question. "Did you orgasm for my Kato? Did you like it?"

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

Sarge continued to stare into her eyes. He gave her head another swift jerk and Michelle knew he demanded more. "Oh gawd... it happened. Yes, I... I... he was inside and I let him do it to me. I... I... I couldn’t stop... they held me like a slave,” she declared and noticed he wanted even more. "Yes... oh gawd, yes! I had an orgasm with Kato... I couldn't stop and creamed all over his black cock."

Michelle observed the smile of approval on Sarge's face and knew her testament made him happy. She felt a strange emotional relief wash slowly over her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her scalp.

All of a sudden Sarge's big hand slapped her bare pelvis and she let out a whimper. He held her in a precarious position with her back severely arched and her hips pushing towards his hand. Michelle would never understand why she welcomed his degrading assault, but she reasoned that she didn't have a choice.

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

Michelle faced Sarge's son and she instantly noticed Kato was completely undressed. He sat brazenly on the large bed while openly fisting his cock. His vulgar display sent a shiver of panic through Michelle, as Sarge held her face pointed in Kato’s direction.

The boy left no doubt that he was fully aroused and ready. His long, pointed cock stood out from his slender hips and Michelle noticed how the leaking tip was barely visible through the uncut foreskin. Kato’s brazen masturbation appeared mystic, as the abundant foreskin flowed freely back and forth over the head of the big cock.

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

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

Sarge held her arms and he flaunted her nakedness in a most open fashion. All Michelle could do was try to keep her legs together in an attempt to hide herself from the leering teenager. Kato stood next to the bed, staring directly at her succulent charms, and he noticed how her breasts jiggled invitingly whenever his father moved around.

Kato worshiped the white woman. His eyes took in all of Michelle’s beauty and they eventually settled on her bare midsection. She fully expected to get ravaged by Sarge and his son, but she never imagined having no control over what happened. The dominant man pinned her down yet she vowed to fight.

When she protested, it was aimed at Sarge. “Go ahead you bastard. Take me... you're too strong for me. Let your son do it... but I'll never give-in,” she uttered. “I won't give you the satisfaction of cumming for your son.”

Sarge felt the heightened level of emotions that suddenly filled the room. He was fully aroused, Michelle was completely stimulated and Kato was totally enraged. "See... he ready, slave. Kato ready for white slave," he said, putting his lips next to the side of Michelle's burning face. "Open legs... open so Kato can see utopia."

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

“She gorgeous... beautiful,” Kato whispered.

“White slave fill mouth with cum... you eat,” Sarge said.

Michelle was more determined than ever. Suddenly Sarge shifted his body real fast, as he moved away from her back, and he slammed her flat on the mattress. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying her utmost to stay strong when Sarge displayed his brute strength. He pinned her shoulders on the bed and easily held both wrists above her head with one hand.

Her eyes fluttered and she could barely open them. His rugged face was right in front of her and she felt his hot breath wash across her flushed cheeks. Michelle lost sight of the boy, but there was no need to see. Kato’s strong hands pushed her milky thighs apart and he held them spread, as wide as possible.

The precious pussy lay unprotected and Kato stared at the illustrious jewel. Suddenly her resolve was questioned. Sarge was far too strong and he had little trouble confining her on the bed. Kato was definitely stronger than she was and the boy had no difficulty spreading her legs, exposing her soul to the world.

Sarge abruptly shifted his torso around so that he lay beside the shivering woman. He continued holding her arms high above her head and used his free hand to grab a big handful of hair. When he jerked his hand, Sarge tilted Michelle’s head so he could stare into her bewildered eyes. “You cum... yes? You fill Kato’s mouth,” he whispered.

“Huuuggg, huuuggg,” she moaned.

“You Kato’s woman... or I call Emu... and other guards to visit white slave,” he stated, relishing the terrified look on Michelle’s pretty face.

She tried to twist and pulled hard on her arms, but nothing helped. “Owe... noooo,” she pleaded.

"I have many guards at house right now... they love white woman. You do what Sarge wants... or else I let them all have you," he whispered. “You be very sorry... no good after.”

Michelle's eyes grew wider when the boy's face drew closer. All of a sudden the boy's tongue lashed out and raked her entire slit, as her hips jerked wildly and bounced on the bed. Then Kato started running his tongue up and down through the vast wetness nonstop just like he had been instructed by his father.

Sarge needed more. He leaned down enough so he could put his lips beside Michelle's ear. "You like? You like when Kato eat pussy?" he whispered. "You show Sarge how much you like... you first woman Kato taste."

Many sordid images flashed through her head and she was filled with the greatest apprehension. Michelle rolled her head away from the powerful man just as Kato hit a nerve. Her hips thrashed madly, trying to alleviate the commanding sensations.

The unskilled tongue forced her puffy labia apart and instantly found a woman’s secret. Her tiny wings lay fully exposed just above her honey-hole and Kato licked them slowly at first. He took great care, as he slowly ran his rough tongue across the delicate clitoris, and relished the physical sensations on his tongue. When he swiftly sucked the clit into his hot mouth, Kato knew something special happened.

His hands were on either side of Michelle’s hips and he felt her body do several contortions, which he assumed was a good thing. He used his tongue to slap the bud around inside his mouth while keeping the clitty extended with his teeth. Whenever Kato nibbled harder and slapped faster, the hips vibrated in perfect rhythm with his molestation.

Suddenly Kato remembered his father’s advice. He placed his finger at the soaked opening just below his chin and felt the body tense like a taut violin string. When he sneaked the tip into the wetness, it took no effort before his finger was fully embedded inside the hot cavity.

The determined look on Michelle’s pretty face was priceless and Sarge grinned. He wanted her to struggle hard to retain as much dignity as possible, which would make the triumph that much sweeter. The warrior inside him wanted to win and his confidence soared when her face grew extremely concerned.

"Hold it... you hold back. Let boy have fun... you don't orgasm yet," Sarge whispered, knowing her dilemma had grown more challenging. "Kato not eat woman before. You wait... hold orgasm so boy can learn."

Kato sucked her inflamed clit like it was a sweet candy. He shrewdly curled his finger slightly and felt a spot that had small delicate ribs. When he caressed the sensitive G-spot, her hips started to rotate in a vain attempt to get away.

The determined look on her face turned desperate, as Michelle tried her utmost to stave off the rising passion. That was when Kato followed the last of his father's advice. He put a fingertip of his other hand on Michelle's puckered asshole and she screamed, as her hips thrust towards the damning mouth.

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

Michelle was hysterical. Her entire body was an inferno and her temperature was so high that it scorched her brain. She kept repeating, over and over, to be strong and not give in to the bastard. Suddenly all the sounds in the room were loud and ringing in her ears. The roar of Kato’s sucking mouth echoed in her head, as he sloshed her throbbing gem around with his tongue.

The finger pumped in and out of her soaked honey-hole and Michelle plainly heard his finger making lurid noises, but the final blow was Sarge’s triumphant voice. "Kato! Look at ass... she cumming all over your tongue, son. That's it boy... fuck'er with fingers... eat’er with mouth," he said in English, not caring if his son understood as it was for Michelle's benefit. "Drink son... drink love juices of real woman."

Michelle felt an overwhelming relief when her will to fight went away. She readily let her juices flow freely and welcomed the hot mouth drinking her river of cum. The severe convulsions robbed any remaining control and the untimely orgasm rocked her torso all over the messy bed. Kato’s finger raked her delicate G-spot and her hips thrashed each time he caressed the ribbed monster.

Kato’s other finger was embedded in her ass and he pumped it slowly in and out, keeping perfect rhythm with her thrashing hips. Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong with her. A happily married woman should not be succumbing much less yearning for a teenage boy. The intense ecstasy flooded her head and mysteriously her confused mind was peaceful and ready to accept the immoral consequences.

Michelle was in a strange country without anyone to protect her and she was up against a very unscrupulous man who was used to being in-charge and in full control. Somehow the fact Sarge was black and an African only made the situation alluring to her lust-drugged brain. Michelle excused her behavior on the fact she was a refined sophisticated woman caught up in a clever scheme of seduction and treachery.

Kato rolled the tiny clitoris around nonstop and he tried to hang onto the bouncing hips. He felt his pecker swell, as he drank the womanly love-juices, and realized Michelle was experiencing a full-blown orgasm because of his skillful assault. Each time she tried to close her legs to lessen the severe spasms roaring through her belly, he forced them apart so he could finish his first cunnilingus affair.

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

Sarge fully intended on letting his son ravage her desirable body, but his plans changed after watching the erotic, cunnilingus production. "That was fantastic. Son... you witness best animal in the jungle... an American lioness!"

He spoke to Kato while keeping his throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg. "I change mind. Watch... I screw now. Then we get white woman to do something very fantastic to you."

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

Michelle heard the man talking to his son, but she had no idea what he said, as it was in his native tongue. She tried hard to bring her breathing under control again and strangely her heart rate did not decrease very fast.

Suddenly Sarge's dark face was above her torso. Luckily she expected him to molest her and attack her boobs so his rash actions didn’t surprise her. What was shocking to Michelle was how her hands cupped a boob and brazenly shoved a nipple into the man’s ravenous mouth. She squeezed her titty hard and demanded Sarge devour more of her delicate tit.

She had to be crazed. His sharp teeth didn’t hurt and even though they left marks on her tender breast, Michelle welcomed his savage nibbling. Then his bold hands went to her belly and she felt ashamed when she rolled her hips around in a raunchy fashion to show the man she was more than ready.

His hand slithered across her shaved pelvis and loud groans of desire escaped her throat. Michelle was normally a reserved and controlled woman, but somehow this African man tortured her until she no longer wanted to struggle against him. He teased and taunted her until she willingly showed him unabated desire, which was uncommon for her up until the trip to Africa.

When the demanding finger slipped into her soaked pussy slit, she cried. There was no pain; there was only an animal lust that had strangely developed inside of her. It would take forever to forget what she did next. Michelle felt the ramrod lying against her thigh and it surely left a big welt. "Fuck me... you bastard. Put your cock inside... fuck me," she moaned.

Michelle was ashamed for the way she acted; yet she was not willing to stop. Her arms went around Sarge and she dug her fingers into his burly back. When her sharp nails dug into his flesh, he turned into a raging tiger.

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

She had to be crazy, but then Michelle reasoned that lust made a woman do strange things. "Fuck me... with your big... black... cock. Fill my belly with your cum... put your cock in my belly," she pleaded.

Michelle knew she was acting like an untamed slut or even a whore, but she felt an overwhelming urge to continue. She had never talked so dirty and it seemed that her emotions soared higher with every filthy word.

The past two days flashed through her head in mere seconds, as she recalled how the security officer gained ultimate control over her. Sarge had mystic powers and he simply filled her emptiness with his throbbing manhood and she did all the rest. “Gawd... your cock is so deep. Oh yes, yes... do it like that. Fuck me hard... you black bastard!”

Her mind was controlled by the devil and she said whatever the evil fiend wanted her to say. It was the most intimate desire that quickly turned into a raging lust. “Dear gawd, I can’t hold it. I have to cum... fuck, I can’t hold back,” she groaned. “Fill my belly with cum... empty your balls in me and give me a black baby.”

Sarge wanted the astounding session to last forever. He had blackmailed numerous white women, but never one so illustrious. "Not yet. Hold on, baby... not yet. I want to feel your tight pussy for a long time... make it last," he whispered in her ear.

Even though she dearly wanted to obey his request, her internal switch had already been set on 'ORGASM'. The spasms started short and ragged, but quickly grew in magnitude until her entire body went into dramatic convulsions. She thrust her hips up at the man, feeling her secret juices coat his marvelous cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarge felt the desperate woman clinging to his masculine frame. Her nails raked his back and his stamina finally disappeared. His rhythmic pumping suddenly turned into short, powerful jerks of a madman. Each inward thrust felt fantastic, as the head of his cock sliced through her cervix and entered the deepest part of her womb.

When the vast stream of cum jettisoned from the end of his raging cock, Sarge tried to hold his cock fully embedded in her heat chamber. The final jerks and twitches felt fantastic and he emptied every ounce of his African spunk into the royal captive.

The night was a lot longer than the morning. When her eyes opened, Michelle's head was still very fuzzy from lack of sleep, but mostly from overexertion. Every muscle in her exhausted body seemed to ache and every square inch of her body felt sticky. Michelle was alone in a big bed and she welcomed the solitude, as her mind began a frightening recall.

She planned going over each drastic event even though the sordid details filled her with guilt. Her recollection started with the gala celebration and commenced with her going with Sarge to meet all of his guests. She remembered being greeted warmly by many people and how everyone complimented her on her beautiful attire and appearance.

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

Michelle actually thought her turmoil was over for the evening after she had succumbed to Buru’s degrading demands, but she was sadly mistaken. Once the party guests left, she was forced to go with Sarge and his son to a private bedroom. Michelle lay on the bed of that bedroom, feeling immensely guilty for what happened, but she was also thoroughly embarrassed for the way she surrendered to Sarge's sexual demands.

Then the images of a mature, experienced woman falling under the control of a mere teenager flashed through her head. She remembered going into the session with the determination to retain her dignity and control over the situation. Despite her resolve not to let her emotions get carried away, the boy made her orgasm like a little schoolgirl during his first oral experience.

Then the drastic visualization of Sarge making Michelle his personal slave materialized. Michelle lay in bed with her eyes closed when she recalled talking dirty to Sarge and willing climaxing with his dangerous pecker buried deep in her inner being. She shivered with the realization she didn’t hesitate or struggle during Sarge’s intercourse or when he detailed the entire night to her.

The man scripted what she would do with his son and she freely cooperated. Then she performed a blowjob on the teenager and it turned out to be unforgettable. Kato’s penis was measurable larger than most she had seen and the fact it was black and uncircumcised added to the fascination. The boy had more stamina than most men and he reveled when she used her tits to massage his cock.

Michelle thought he would blow his load right then, but he managed to wait until her hot mouth robbed his stamina. She remembered gulping down the burning lava and how she almost choked when the teenager tried to shove his cock down her throat.

The rest of the night was pretty much a blur, as she reluctantly opened her eyes to the morning sun. Immediately after Kato’s blowjob, Sarge forced her to suck his softened cock until it was hard again and then she endured a second blowjob. She wasn’t even finished sucking Sarge’s cock when the two forced her onto her hands and knees.

Michelle stared straight up at the blank ceiling and blinked her eyes several times in utter bewilderment. She was positioned in the perfect doggie stance and it took Kato no time to realize another dream. The teen fucked his goddess and much to her dismay, she experienced a third orgasm of the night, which was as memorable as the first two.

She was ready to get out of bed, but then another shocking realization hit her. The mother of all orgasms happened in the middle of the night. She was riding her virile stallion and bouncing up and down on top of Sarge’s pumping hips like a real cowgirl. Her tummy was full of black cock and each time Sarge thrust upwards, the head of his cock pierced her deepest regions, which were untouched before her trip to Africa.

Then Kato joined the fray. He stood right in front of her with his feet planted on either side of his father. The teenager taunted his white idol with his cock by rubbing it all over her face, neck and chest. Her hands had nowhere to go and to retain her balance she grabbed onto the boy.

One of her hands fisted Kato’s stellar cock and the other slipped between his legs, finding the hanging balls. When she jiggled and squeezed, the caresses brought immense pleasure to the teen. Her big boobs were play-toys for Sarge and Kato who turned her nipples into pebbles of granite.

Michelle’s Sunday morning reminiscing had her soaring through the fluffy clouds, as she rode the swirling ecstasy once again. Even their crude and rough treatment didn’t discourage her emotions from reaching sky-high levels. There were brief moments of sleep after that until the sun came up, but Michelle remembered being woken by one or the other because they wanted more.

The sessions were quick and she merely allowed father or son to satisfy their constant desires by using her abused body. Even though her entire insides were filled beyond capacity, Michelle didn’t try to clean up or wipe any of the African cream away.

When noises from the adjourning room disturbed her morning reverie, she quickly sat up in bed. Zelda had finished her morning chores and she was ready to entertain Michelle for the rest of the day. She swept into the quiet bedroom and smiled when her guest swiftly grabbed a sheet to cover her nudity.

"Elections start soon. Husband go with Sarge to inspect voting stations. You stay here... wait for return," she said. "Men busy all day... and for more days when voting start," Zelda said, waving her hand to indicate Sarge and Rodney would be performing election duties for a few days.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll wait,” Michelle replied.

"You shower. Remember what I asked? What I want you to do?" Zelda’s face looked overly excited and she smiled at her newfound friend. When Michelle hesitated, Zelda didn’t wait for a response. "We shave. Make me look pretty... just like you," she whispered with her voice shaking.

“Eeehhh,” Michelle mumbled, as she wasn’t sure about helping out.

"You shave. Show Zelda how to look American."

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

The African woman looked at the gorgeous white woman and she shivered with the thought of what Michelle had endured last night. Zelda felt sorry for Michelle, but there was no way she could ever stop her husband's blackmail. “You brave woman. I know how Sarge act... and Kato. He very good boy, but he exactly like his father.”

To be continued...