Michelle's Story

The couple continued to hug and caress long after entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to see the other, after being apart for so long, and they had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands venture all over his wife's body, relishing the rare opportunity to actual caress Michelle.

"It has been so long... too long since I have been able to hold you in my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered. "I've missed you. Funny... your breasts feel so... bigger and so nice in my hands."

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

Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft knock at the door. He gave his wife a questioningly look and then slowly opened the door. His heart skipped a few beats when he found the teenager Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face. The boy didn’t have to say a word, as his facial expressions and hand gestures indicated he was there to pick up Michelle.

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

Rodney felt helpless and sensed the African employment had been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the groundwork for the final demise long before he returned from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all her waking hours with his son.

Sarge had taken her aside and explained his plans. He threatened to not only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but also he implied that some physical harm might 'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate. Michelle had no doubts the man would harm her husband, which impelled her to agree with his underhanded scheme.

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

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

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

Michelle looked at her husband and noticed he still needed answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift question and answer phase, as they tried to keep their voices low. “I’m sorry... so sorry,” she whispered.

"How often did you sleep with him?"

"Eh... every night."

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

"Oh gawd... yes."

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

"I'm so sorry."

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

Michelle stared at her husband and fully intended on telling a lie for once in her life. "No! No... no," she whispered, as she looked away because of the immense guilt. "Oh Rodney... I couldn't help it. He was a man... he knew what to do."

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

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

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

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

"But honey... you know that’s dangerous. You can get pregnant."

She was totally distraught and fell into her husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"

Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato promptly walked over to them and showed his anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm. Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the door and he reluctantly let her go.

Rodney watched the door close and his heart stopped. His distraught mind filled with raunchy images of the powerful, African teenager having sex with his naked, fervent wife.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip, but strangely she was scared after landing in the African country. The powerful, dark eyes of the officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her entire body. Susan realized they would be cut-off from the outside world once they had cleared security and she reasoned they would be at the mercy of Sarge and his men.

Thankfully everything went well, as the sisters progressed through security screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they were on the way to the hotel. All of the sights appeared ancient yet the city did have a certain appeal because of the unique African architecture.

Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie Kelly's visit. He was extremely proud to have the ultimate control over two of the most adorable women in the world and suddenly one more might be added to the list. Sarge relished having Michelle move into his home with his young son and he readily assumed Marie Kelly couldn’t get out from under his control or else the world would know about her interracial sex.

When he watched the lavish Marie Kelly and her sister walk into the airport, he vowed to seduce Susan. Sarge started the ball rolling with a weekend gathering at his home. His nieces were only too happy to attend, as it was a perfect opportunity to get away from the isolated village and visit the big city. When Thema and Nia heard there would be white visitors, they were trilled.

Sarge explained his plan to his young nieces. He would entertain the three women over the weekend and then the two pregnant, white women would stay in their village until the babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple of days at his home and then they could all spend the next few months in the village.

He was well aware of Thema’s admiration for Michelle and he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting pregnant at almost the same time as Michelle, the timing was perfect, as they could have their babies together.

Nia’s response to his plan was cheerful and enthusiastic and she never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to visit. The girl was overly anxious to meet the famous actress after witnessing what happened to the American during the kidnapping.

Sarge was ecstatic when his tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. The actress didn’t relish living in a hotel for months and jumped at alternate accommodations. He explained how the actress and her sister could stay in his home for the weekend and then they would live with his two nieces.

Marie Kelly and Susan were a little hesitant to move to a small village at first, but Sarge reassured them all of their needs would be handled by Thema and Nia for the next few months. He slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie that his oldest niece was also pregnant.

“Thema... she have baby same time. She queen of village and can assure your visit safe,” he told them. “No news reports around... no one know about your baby.”

“But the village is remote and what kind of conditions will my sister ensure?” Susan asked, as she wasn’t positive about Sarge’s plans.

“Sue, it is a lot better than living in a hotel. It can’t be that bad and not having the media around is worth the stay in some African village,” Marie Kelly replied.

“Well, it will be much easier keeping the baby a secret, but I’m not sure about living in a village for months,” Susan said.

“He is doing it for me... to help me out,” Marie said. “He has always tried to help... he saved me from the rebels so I trust the man.”

“Yes, I guess so,” Sue said, but she was still a little hesitant.

“Besides, my love, I can’t live in a busy hotel for months and try to hide the fact I’m pregnant,” Marie said. “Living in a nice quiet village where it is restful and out of the limelight is my biggest wish.”

Susan had to agree with her sister’s concerns, as she was the one who was pregnant. A small village seemed like the perfect place to hide out for a few months so she reluctantly helped Marie pack so they would be ready when Sarge’s limo came to pick them up.

Emu and Mosi showed up at the hotel just in time to take the women to their boss’s home. The transition went extremely smooth, as Zelma, her daughters and many servants met the sisters. Even though they were only staying for the weekend, Sarge wanted everything perfect so the women wouldn’t get suspicious about his shrewd scheming.

He spent countless hours planning the next few months and wanted things to proceed one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at his home where he would demonstrate his supreme control. Sarge wanted his guests to settle into his African country and not be afraid because he assured their safety.

Stage two was well thought out. He told his son that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few months with Thema in her village until the baby was born. She would be joined by the American actress who would be well taken care of by his youngest cousin, Nia. His young son didn’t like the idea of Michelle leaving the city, but Sarge assured Kato that the white woman would be all his after the baby was born.

Sarge felt a lot more fervor after meeting Marie Kelly’s sister. He immediately decided to modify stage two and instead of sending Susan with her sister, he intended on having her remain in the city, as his special guest. He contemplated gaining control over the sophisticated woman and wondered if he was cunning enough to get the upper hand on such a refined woman? His blackmail and devious schemes had worked in the past, but Sarge wasn’t sure if they would work on Susan.

Delaying any perverted acts until the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings was paramount. Sarge decided to take extra precautions for the weekend stay at his home and also for the lengthy village retreat to follow. He wanted his family along with his nieces to spend two days with the trio showing them some African hospitality and city scenery before anything traumatic happened.

The progression to stage three would be his ultimate caper. Sarge planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend months in the village and he left what happened entirely up to Thema and Nia. He didn’t even bother giving his nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or what should happen during the time. Sarge reasoned merely keeping the two women in the village was sufficient enough to fulfill his goals of keeping Michelle for Kato and totally humiliating the egotistic actress.

The bonus was having Susan around. He swiftly altered his plan to have the beautiful woman spend the entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. He came to the conclusion that no one else would share the woman with him, as he would keep Susan for himself and have her as his mistress.

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

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

Susan observed things closely and felt overly protective for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five children, she had always been there for Marie. Susan suspected Sarge’s behavior was not sincere, but there was nothing concrete to make her believe the security officer was actually deceiving them. She did notice how the other white woman was treated with a special devotion and found it strange when Michelle disappeared with Sarge’s son during a tour of the parliament buildings.

The disappearance itself wasn't odd. It was the appearance of the woman when she returned that was bizarre. Michelle’s face was brilliantly blushed and she acted timid and shy around her husband. Susan noted the husband’s concerned expression and it seemed the couple was not getting along well during the rest of the tour. She looked closely at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30’s, very close to her own age.

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

The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she became. The man was extremely forceful to the point where he acted superior, which was a little intimidating. It was almost as if he assumed the three guests were his personal servants and he gave the impression of getting extremely upset if they didn’t follow his orders.

What concerned Susan most was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty from everyone. That was most evident during one of the evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her. In no time she was conversing back and forth with the man and the light banter put her totally at ease, which she didn’t like. She wanted to think of Sarge as nothing but a scum-sucking pig and she didn’t like the fact he coerced her into liking him.

As the weekend drew to a close, the house grew eerily quiet, almost as if something traumatic was on the horizon. Thema and Nia returned to their village Sunday evening, but Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests before they left. He gave them complete freedom and permission to do whatever their hearts desired when dealing with Michelle and Marie Kelly.

"Thema, my dear, you have expressed interest in Michelle... told me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live with you and Baako."

The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through Thema’s entire body. She had dreamed about Michelle and being with the woman ever since their previous intimate encounter. Thema fantasized about Michelle staying with her... living with her. All of a sudden her dreams were coming true.

Both girls listened to their uncle on pins and needles and then he turned his attention to the younger sister. "Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi’s home with you. She be your slave... own personal, white slave."

Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in her was not unfounded. Then the sisters departed for home and left Sarge to wrap up the weekend.

Michelle was overjoyed when Sarge agreed she could stay with her husband for one last night, but he made sure the couple knew his plan. "Tomorrow. I pick you up... we go to village. You stay with Thema... live with her," he whispered, sending a shiver of panic up Rodney's spine. "Thema look after your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I arrange for doctor to stay in village."

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

Suddenly he was alone with his thoughts. Sarge went up to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into the hot tub and went over his plans for the upcoming days and weeks. Everything was working out perfectly and he felt in complete control, but there was one more thing to accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the visitor he cherished most of all.

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

Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his son and he would do anything to further Kato’s sexual prose. When he first told his son that Michelle would live in the village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home.

"Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with him, but not so. She will sleep in your bed... be Kato’s woman."

Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle Sunday evening when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African village, Rodney had been very upset. They managed to do plenty of talking through the night and by morning both agreed they were at the mercy of the villainous Sarge.

The couple sat at the kitchen table on a bright sunny, Monday morning, but both were in an extremely somber mood. They thought about the upcoming days and it had been made very clear that Michelle would remain in the village until the baby was born. Rodney was upset because he would only see his wife on weekends and he found it infuriating because there was nothing he could do to stop Sarge’s manipulation scheme.

Michelle looked more radiant than ever dressed in tribal garb. The colorful, wrap around dress made her appear much younger and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo.

It should have been the saddest day of her life yet for some strange reason Michelle’s heart beat fast with a mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village and being met by a loving, black angel. When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to get in, she was shocked back to reality.

Michelle was surprised to see someone already in the car. She timidly whispered a warm greeting when she recognized Marie Kelly and then felt a tremendous fear for leaving her husband. Michelle slowly stepped into the limo and sat beside the actress while Sarge got in facing them in the other seat.

Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out of the capital city. Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride and it was a struggle, but eventually she turned to the silent woman sitting next to her. They chatted about the scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got to more personal matters.

"Your sister... where is your sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle whispered to her acquaintance.

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

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

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

It was obvious the woman needed someone to confide in and Michelle sympathized with her. “Don’t blame yourself. Heck, it is probably better this way... you can keep the baby a secret and Susan doesn’t have to endure the primitive conditions in an ancient village,” she replied.

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

When the old buildings came into view, the women knew the time had come. The limo pulled up at a familiar abode and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out of the car and he went into his brother’s house where he talked to Zuberi. Once he was assured that everything was ready for the visit, he returned to the limo.

Sarge was the perfect gentleman. He held the backdoor open and motioned for the shivering women to join him. Michelle and Marie Kelly entered Zuberi’s house and Sarge turned into the gracious host, as he introduced them to everyone. Just as all the introductions were complete, there was an indication of a new guest arriving and a sudden hush came over the entire room.

Thema came into her father’s home with the grace and elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare. Michelle felt her heart begin to beat much faster and her first impulse was to run across the floor and wrap her arms around the amorous, native girl.

The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema’s dark skin. Michelle couldn’t see the African Rose yet imagined it clearly in her head. When the queen surveyed the room, it was just a matter of time before her gaze settled on her eventual target.

Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until they were together. Their eyes didn’t waver, as Thema slowly walked across the room until she was directly in front of her timid slave.

Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and Michelle was amazed by the girl’s sudden competence. "You beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered.

The abrupt revelation stunned Michelle and made her heart beat violently out of control. She had the strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had nothing to do with being pregnant. “Yes, eh... eeehhh,” she mumbled, as she stood absolutely still waiting for the African girl to continue.

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

Michelle was almost speechless, as she listened to the girl. “Yes, wait... we wait and I stay,” she replied.

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

“Oh my... ooohhh.”

“You stay with Thema... be my slave.”

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

Michelle should have been infuriated by the girl’s confession, but she was just the opposite. She stood riveted to the spot even though Thema’s statements were demanding and gave the indication there was going to be a definite role reversal. The immoral thought of being a white slave to the young African Queen should have been revolting yet it wasn’t.

The erotic scene in the room was a shameless display of a tribal hierarchy. Thema grabbed Michelle’s dainty hand and she acted like she was in complete control. She led the woman across the room, out the door and swiftly down the dusty street. All the while Michelle’s head was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one thing, as she almost ran to keep up to the girl.

Suddenly they were inside Thema’s home and when the door shut, her heart burst with emotion. Michelle felt strong arms surround her shoulders and then demanding lips caressed her overheated face. Thema kissed both flushed cheeks before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle’s ear. “You Thema’s lover. You stay with me... live with Baako and me,” she whispered.

The voice sounded soft and loving and Michelle’s breathing grew ragged. “Eh, eeehhh, yes,” she moaned.

“Thema Queen... married to Baako. He have Thema and you... he powerful warrior and have both,” she said. The girl was demanding and she saw no reason for waiting. She wanted nothing more than to show her nervous lover how she felt, as she almost ripped off the top of Michelle’s dress.

Thema couldn’t unwrap the garment fast enough. She merely loosed the dress and it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only a pair of borrowed panties. Her eyes grew big when she noticed the African butterfly. The tattoo wasn’t fully healed, but it did look more like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the village the first time.

Her eyes remained focused on the symbol, as her hands reached for the velvety yet firm titties. Thema’s fingers concentrated on the hard, throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and around, relishing the resultant moans of desperation coming from her white lover.

Her course of action was decided long before they entered the abode, as she had dreamed of this very moment. She hugged Michelle and pulled the woman into her hard, youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties from behind and slithered down until reaching the seductive butt cheeks.

Thema caressed Michelle’s ass for measly seconds because she needed more. She sucked in her breath to give herself more room and then rotated her hand around the shapely hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. The cleanly shaven area felt fantastic and Thema vowed to have it done to herself in the coming days.

Michelle understood Thema’s wishes for power and supreme control. When the girl’s skilled fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs, she almost collapsed. Thema spread the puffy labia and found the ultimate control button.

Michelle knew she would be forced to surrender. The fingers pulled the clitoris outward until it was stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then the girl squeezed the bud hard enough to bring groans of desire from her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from the most inner sanctuary and Thema felt the instant wetness coating her fingers.

The womanly hips thrust madly at her hand and Thema smiled with immense happiness, knowing her slave was experiencing a hasty orgasm. Michelle’s legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema’s strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred and she merely tried to ride the crest of the intense climax to the end.

They rocked back and forth and then their feet were moving. The interlocked bodies shuffled across the floor and quickly wound up on Thema’s marital bed. The significance of the romantic adventure was profound and the young queen knew she would be sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.

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

When the wild ecstasy subsided and both were breathing normal again, Thema illustrated what the future held. She got her points across even though her English consisted of basic words, which were mainly nouns and verbs. They lay in each other's arms for the longest time and held each other long after the explanation.

Loving embraces were something Michelle yearned for and strangely it came from another woman instead of a man, or her husband. Men never caressed or embraced a woman after an orgasm, as they assumed their job was done, but that was not the case with a woman. Her emotions and desires were still rampant even after an actual climax and they always craved a loving embrace.

Thema ran her fingers through Michelle's long hair, letting the strands float through her hands. Her explanation was fully understood by Michelle even though it was not in perfect English. At first the thought of spending the next few weeks and months with Thema seemed daunting yet Michelle quickly realized it was best. None of her relatives or friends would understand her having an interracial baby.

Living in the African village with Thema would be safe and she wouldn’t have to worry about anything, especially being pestered by the tribal men. The afternoon flew by and before long Thema’s husband came home.

Both women expected Baako, but they seemed surprised when he arrived. Thema spoke to him in their native tongue and each kept looking at Michelle, giving the impression they were talking about her. It felt uncomfortable at first, but the couple quickly made her feel at ease.

Thema and Baako tried to include Michelle in their conversations even though much of the time it was with gestures and hand signals. Michelle faithfully followed their lead. Eventually they were all laughing at the strange and unfamiliar gestures that seemed to enable them to communicate.

Thema prepared the evening meal and everyone was famished by the time they sat down to eat. The entire evening went much smoother than expected and they felt like old friends when they sat down in the couple's living room after the meal.

Michelle looked closer at the young warrior. His face was etched with intense desire and it made him appear nervous. She tried to guess his age and suddenly shivered with the thought he was likely about eighteen. All of a sudden her daydreaming was interrupted and Michelle realized it was bedtime in the African community.

She would never forget the ensuing encounter, as she felt extremely uncomfortable when the couple escorted her into their bedroom. Michelle knew there was no way out of the growing dilemma. Suddenly Baako undressed and casually tossed his clothes on the floor.

The warrior turned to face the two women and the overly animated grin on his face was very evident. Thema’s face was covered with a knowing smile and she threw her husband a kiss. Michelle sheepishly glanced at Baako and her eyes lingered on the most obvious part of his aroused body.

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

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

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

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

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

Thema’s husband was in a fervor and his hips thrusted to and fro at a furious rate. Michelle swiftly reasoned it would require a stronger will and desire if she was going to please her African Queen so she acted. She rammed her hips up at Baako and suddenly he was deep, deep enough to devour her soul. Michelle was a little astonished when the familiar spasms shot through her insides, but no very surprised.

An angel quickly took her hand. Thema squeezed the hand and radiated true passion to her lover. Their eyes locked a fleeting moment before a tremendous explosion occurred in her deepest being. Michelle bucked under the rutting, tribal warrior and she let her climax overtake her most intimate emotions.

The amorous, white body belonged to the young African couple and her surrender was complete. Michelle realized Thema, Baako or even both of them could possess her whenever they desired... or demanded.

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

That was the beginning of months of erotic lovemaking. Baako watched their bellies get bigger and bigger and he was amazed at how sexy they looked even when pregnant. Every night was full of mystery and wonderful sharing.

Baako was the happiest warrior. He had intercourse with his lovely wife and also Michelle whenever he wanted. Every once in a while he had sex with both of them, but he truly relished the odd occasion when they teamed up on him. It was a totally new and exciting adventure, as the women made sure he was fully exhausted by night's end.

Nia watched her sister leave with the beautiful Michelle. She glanced at her uncle and noticed his devious wink. Nia relished the chance to show Sarge that she, too, was powerful and there was no better way than proving her dominance over the American actress.

Sarge was well aware of Nia’s aspirations to become one of the elite women in their tribe and he used it to his advantage. His explanation to her during his last visit to the village left no doubt that he wanted to get complete control over the actress. He simply didn’t like the woman’s superior attitude and arrogance and vowed to humiliate her.

When Sarge told his niece that Marie Kelly would stay in the village until her baby was born, Nia was thrilled. He suggested that Nia not only disgrace and dishonor the woman, but she also sexually humiliate her. Sarge wanted Nia and her girlfriends to befriend the actress much like they did Michelle, only he wanted her belittled.

Nia couldn't have been happier. For once in her life, she had control over someone just like her sister. She readily agreed with her uncle and said Marie Kelly could live with her during the actress’s stay in the village. The Monday trip to the village had been successful so far. The group showed up at Zuberi’s home and Sarge moved onto the next phase of his plan very soon after Thema departed with Michelle. He gave his oldest niece best wishes and then told Marie Kelly it was the perfect time for a guided tour of the village.

Sarge started with Zuberi’s home and showed the actress which bedroom she would be using. Her suitcases were quickly put away and Marie thought it was strange because the room looked like someone already used it. Before she had time to question or protest, Nia and two of her girlfriends grabbed her hands.

Marie Kelly was ushered out of the house and suddenly a few more girls joined them. Nia told her they were going to tour many of the old buildings in the village and meet some of the tribal members. As the group moved from building to building, Marie took a closer look at the girls. It was very obvious Nia was the leader of the group and all of the girls appeared to fully agree with whatever she said.

Nia carried herself in an extremely confident manner and Marie reasoned she and her girlfriends were all teenagers and around eighteen. It was the first time in her life Marie Kelly was seriously affected by a mere glance into someone’s eyes. She shivered every time Nia looked at her because the girl’s dark, unwavering eyes seemed to convey something powerful and controlling.

Marie wondered why someone half her age could make her feel so intimidated? She was still in dreamland when the group approached what looked like a barn or stable. Someone opened the big double doors and then another girl shoved Marie into the building in a most challenging fashion. Without warning five or six girls stood in a half-circle directly in front of her. They all had their hands on their hips, as if to say they were in control, and each girl stared intently at her. The girls acted like they wanted her to do something, but Marie was utterly speechless. She glanced at each girl and wanted to run, but knew an escape was impossible.

All of a sudden there was a flurry of action. One girl closed the doors and the rest grabbed their hostage’s hands. They ran into one of the straw covered stalls and virtually threw Marie into the middle of the cubicle. Marie simply stood there and watched in utter horror when the girls started taking off their clothes.

Marie Kelly quickly took the area in with a glance and noticed no one else was around. There were several piles of straw and each was covered with blankets, which gave the area a human touch. On one side was a stall containing a horse and there were a couple of mangy dogs lying outside the wooden railings.

Her whole body was shaking like mad. Suddenly her head snapped to the side when someone’s hot breath hit the back of her neck. Her legs almost collapsed and she felt petrified being surrounded by six unpredictable girls. All of a sudden tender hands were on her shoulders and she couldn’t breathe anymore.

Marie’s chest heaved in and out, as she tried to get some air, but it didn’t help. She glanced down at small, black hands that cupped her boobs and squeezed them around the base to make them look bigger. Marie remained motionless when the deft fingers knowingly unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time.

It seemed to take forever before the material was pushed aside to reveal her abundant tits. The fingers quickly slipped beneath the lacy bra, popping the cups upwards until they were around her neck. Marie Kelly couldn’t see anymore; her eyes rolled backwards and her eyelids closed.

At first she thought about putting her hands up to stop the unwanted caresses, but then she wondered if they were indeed unwanted. Her head tilted back a little and found a perfect resting place on someone’s soft shoulder. Suddenly the fingers surrounded her hard nipples and pinched them in a brazen, determined manner.

Marie Kelly opened her mouth to utter some kind of protest, but nothing came out. The fingers rolled the hard nipples around and around until the buds were harder than little pebbles. The last thing in the world the actress ever intended on doing was spreading her legs.

Burning lips touched the back of her ear and someone whispered in almost perfect English. "I am Nia. You see my sister, Thema. She has white slave who loves her," the young girl whispered ever so softly. "You are my slave... my white slave. I am going to touch you all over... kiss you all over."

Her legs gave out, but she didn’t fall because there were helping hands all over her body. The native girl rained kisses on every inch of Marie Kelly’s neck, shoulders and down her back. Somehow the unbuttoned blouse got stripped and discarded on a pile of straw. The bra followed and she was naked above the waist.

The designer jeans were swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped, which allowed a dainty hand to slip easily into her panties. Strangely Marie Kelly desperately sucked in her breath to give the hand more room and quickly the daring hand ventured down her almost flat tummy.

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

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

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

“Oh no, no, nooooo,” she moaned, as her heart almost pounded out of her chest.

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

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

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

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

Marie Kelly was fully aware that it was wrong. She should not be standing in a stranger's arms, but suddenly her legs moved apart. Nia realized the woman had surrendered and she quickly moved forward. She put her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned her around so they faced each other.

Being only 5'3", Marie had to look up into the strong, controlling eyes of the young African. She may have been only a girl yet Marie felt totally helpless against Nia. The girl held the stare while deliberately forcing the woman’s arms down at her sides. Nia placed her hands on the flared hips and slowly rolled the loosened jeans down to the bed of straw.

Nia quickly stripped the pants to leave the actress dressed only in her panties. The hot desert air washed over Marie’s flushed skin and it seemed even hotter. Her eyes fluttered when something rubbed against the wetness between her legs and Marie found it impossible to hold the intense stare with the young African.

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

The actress felt like a mad dog, trying to show her immense satisfaction. She humped the skilled fingers and it was the quickest orgasm in African history, as her cream flowed to meet the demanding fingers. Marie didn't hear the numerous giggles from the ring of girls and she felt no shame for what happened.

Nia pinched the throbbing clitoris and managed to push the soaked panties to the side. Her right hand performed magic, as she deftly guided Marie towards the nearest pile of straw, and the two fell into a vacant spot between the circle of her most excited friends. The tremors were far too earth-shattering and Marie clung to the powerful girl, knowing Nia was in control.

When they fell, the numerous helping hands allowed the two lovers to fall without letting go of each other. Marie Kelly was aware of the many girls surrounding her, but she only concentrated on Nia who had a secure grip on her soul. There were no drugs or sedatives this time.

The lust was real and it consumed her mind in mere seconds. Strong, demanding lips closed over her own and Marie Kelly let the darting tongue invade her mouth. No kiss had ever been as passionate and she wondered if it wasn’t because of the orgasm, which seemed to be everlasting.

Nia’s friend's knew better yet they couldn’t stop feeling and fondling the white goddess. They had been explicitly told to leave the actress alone until given permission, but the desire was too strong. There were fingers on Marie’s blushing face, neck, arms and even on her legs. One of the braver girls managed to strip the soaked panties and they all admired the actress’s sexy nakedness.

It was the skillful Nia who inflicted the harshest punishment. She broke the heated kiss and ventured downward until she had one of the succulent boobs in her mouth. The girl sucked the entire end of the breast and used her tongue to slither across the hardened tip like an angry serpent. Nia knew enough to embrace and fondle the neglected boob and her fingers caressed the nipple and areola until they were puffy and swollen.

The downward venture continued and this time Nia found the curly twists of pussy hair. She toyed with them using her tongue and tried to hold onto the thrashing hips, as the orgasm went from one peak to another. Suddenly the girl’s tongue caressed her burning flesh in so many places that Marie thought the tip was a guided missile.

It felt searing hot and Marie jumped and jerked wildly and then it happened. The tip of the girl’s tongue stabbed her opening and crushed the already pulsating clitoris. Nia slapped the pink gem back and forth and there was no escaping the severe molestation. The girl was far too determined and Marie simply arched her back, hoping to survive the continuous assault.

The juices kept flowing into the starved mouth, as Marie arched her back and her fingers dug into the blanket covering the prickly bale of straw. Nia lapped the little jewel vigorously and then she sucked the bud all the way into her scorching mouth.

Marie Kelly wondered how long a climax could last, or if it was possible to have a second orgasm immediately after the first. She was totally overwhelmed by the long-lasting convulsions and vaguely noticed Nia’s gestures. The girl motioned as if she wanted something and it didn’t take long to understand the licentious demands.

There were hands everywhere. Her exhausted body was twisted and coerced into a prone position over top of Nia. Marie glanced down at the native princess and shuddered at the sudden implications. The girl’s hands surrounded her flushed face and held her head steady, as she stared into her bewildered eyes.

Nia’s eyes burned into her soul and Marie Kelly couldn’t look away. "You do! You make love to me... now," Nia whispered softly. "You do everything. Make love to me... so I orgasm. You fuck African princess... or else!"

Marie Kelly returned the paralyzing stare. The ‘or else’ at the end of the girl’s request sent strong tremors through her body and she didn’t think it was possible to refuse. Marie was absolutely positive having sex with another woman was better than anything else at that very moment.

When strong hands slowly pushed her head down until she felt burning flesh against her face, Marie thought her heart would explode. Her cheek pressed on the breast and she couldn’t focus on the boob because it was too close. Marie had never felt such power and control. She cupped a cone-shaped titty and squeezed so the puffy bullet tip pushed outward even more.

The nipple was a mere inch away. Her tongue lashed out and struck the very end of the nipple and the girl’s body reacted like she had been hit with a large jolt of electricity. Marie had one boob in her hands and she squeezed hard. The enlarged nipple poked out above her hands and suddenly her only concern was giving Nia some satisfaction.

For a split-second one hard nipple was exposed and inviting and the next it was buried inside her volcanic mouth. Marie put her sharp teeth around the nipple’s base and acted like she was chewing the bud, as her teeth moved from side to side in a grinding fashion. Nia’s chest heaved and thrust up wildly, but Marie shrewdly shifted to the other nipple.

Marie teased and enticed the girl until Nia couldn’t take anymore. The girl put her hands on the top of her head and pushed downward. The enlarged nipple popped out of her mouth and abruptly dark, heated flesh brushed past her flushed face. Nia’s hands didn’t stop pushing until the woman’s face was directly over her pelvis.

Her eyes got big and round when Marie stared at the girl’s womanly charms. The aroma was almost like an aphrodisiac and she barely had time to notice the sparse pussy-hair and the shadow of Nia’s wet slit before her mouth hit the wetness. Marie would always treasure the moment when her tongue lashed out and made the princess cry.

Nia’s legs were spread wide and she left her opening fully exposed to her lover. The bold fingers pinched the girlie labia and pulled the lips apart to reveal utopia. The gem was the pinkest thing she had ever seen and suddenly the bud was inside her mouth.

The girl’s desperation was evident, as she moaned out loud and twisted Marie’s hair into her clinched fingers. There was no hesitation or guessing what to do. Marie nibbled Nia’s delicate clitoris and felt the girl’s hips thrust wildly with every bite. Even at the age of 32, she was utterly amazed by the lovemaking that transpired.

Strangely Marie felt more power and control than at any time in her life. She felt Nia’s body react to every tongue-lashing and every nibble, which made her even more determined. All of a sudden spending time in the village with Nia didn’t seem so threatening or disheartening.

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

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

Marie Kelly didn’t know what to expect and she assumed it was senseless to fight or struggle. She rolled her head from side-to-side watching all the excited faces, as the girls hungrily devoured her entire body. Marie felt helpless and completely overwhelmed by Nia’s girlfriends.

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

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

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

Suddenly Marie Kelly could see past the two bobbing heads on her chest. She witnessed more horrifying details sucked and nibbled into her burning flesh down below. There were hickies on her thighs as well as her upraised pelvis and tummy.

Then Marie though she would die. The girl at her lower regions suddenly put her mouth directly over her opening and jabbed at the hole with her stiff tongue. The girl pretended to fuck with her tongue and she made sure to ram her mouth into the unprotected clitoris with every jab.

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

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

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

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

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

The day past slowly and Susan nervously waited in Sarge’s home until the man’s black limo drove into the driveway about five in the afternoon. She rushed out to meet the car and started yelling at the man before he even got out of the backseat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing... taking my sister away without telling me,” she hollered.

Sarge stared at the gorgeous sister and felt a familiar quivering inside her masculine loins. His eyes roamed up and down Susan’s seductive body before he moved to conquer the sophisticated woman. “We didn’t want to wake you... you know, after the long trip and the huge time difference,” he replied. “Sister thought you should stay comfortable in city.”

“But... but I want to ensure Marie is safe. I’m her big sister and she needs me around to look after her until she has the baby,” Susan said, as she watched the big security officer get out of the car. “Why did you take her?”

“I thought it was better if she gets acclimatized... gets used to being in a small, quiet village,” he said in the meekest voice and with the brightest smile on his face. “I know you wanted to be with her... to look after sister. Marie and I thought you would be more comfortable living here... in the city.”

“But she needs me.”

“She have everything there... private place and also Michelle stay with her.”

Susan didn’t resist when the man escorted her back into the house. They entered the foyer, which was full of Sarge’s family, and it took some time for Susan to calm down. She was not a woman to hold a grudge and his sincere apology made her feel a little better, but she still wanted to help her sister. “I insist. Take me to the village... so I can be with Marie.”

“Not worry. She settled along with Michelle... they have Thema and Nia to look after all needs,” Sarge replied.

“But... but I have to be there for her,” Susan whispered, feeling helpless.

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

The relief was obvious on Susan’s pretty face, which was a positive indication of her accepting his apology. “But... what... I...,” she mumbled. Susan shrugged her shoulders with the realization of being in a foreign country without anyone around to help her, except Sarge who seemed quite sincere.

Sarge watched the pretty woman fidget, but he felt her slowly becoming more at easy. “Not to worry. I have made sure everything is there... all things she needs are in village so she has perfect stay. All medical facilities readily available and my niece ensure your sister is well looked after.”

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

Susan had no idea what happened to Sarge's family, but suddenly they had all disappeared. She was alone, except for one or two servants, with the one man who made her feel insecure and vulnerable. When her mind went into overdrive imagining all sorts of devastating events, she wasn’t sure if staying in the man’s home was wise.

The sound of Sarge’s voice shocked her out of dreamland. "Come... let's move into study. I'll have dinner served... then a nightcap. We can sit for a while and relax," he said with a friendly smile. "We relax... discuss what is best for your sister... what we can do for her."

“Yes, yes, we should talk,” Susan replied, as Sarge took her arm and escorted her into a room off the foyer.

The study was fairly small and much cozier than Susan would have liked. Sarge poured them a liqueur and then he toasted her raving beauty. It took her a few moments to stop blushing, but by then Sarge was talking again. “Yes, Marie very wise to come here... have baby and no one know,” he said.

They chatted with the conversation being very casual and Sarge kept asking questions about her life, her beliefs, and her family. One of Sarge's servants served food and before Susan realized it, she was far more relaxed than she anticipated. It seemed too easy to drink and her glass was always full, as there was always someone refreshing their drinks and offering them more food.

She entered the study with a determination to hate the man or at least admonish him for taking her sister away, but somehow she fell for the man’s smooth charm and charisma. Susan reasoned that maybe it was the drinks or alcohol putting her at ease, but strangely she found the conversation quite pleasant. When Sarge finally got around to talking about Marie, they had consumed three drinks and Susan felt warm and giggly.

Words and explanations flowed off his tongue with relative ease. Sarge reassured Susan that her sister was best off living with his niece and relatives. She was surprised to some degree when Sarge refused to comment or elaborate on the topic of her sister's kidnapping. Marie had mentioned the incriminating ransom DVD, but never shown it to her so she was somewhat curious.

When Susan asked to see the movie, Sarge steadfastly declined to show her, saying the DVD was extremely explicit. He explained how the movie would seriously upset and offend her and in the end, Susan felt thankful he didn’t show it to her.

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

An hour earlier the thought would have been preposterous and she would have slapped his face, but suddenly the proposal sounded interesting. His declaration sounded so much like a promise and filled her tummy with fluttering butterflies. She pondered the man’s last statement yet she quickly shrugged it off to a casual misquote because of the language barrier.

Susan wondered how it could possibility be the best night of her life when she was in a strange, foreign country without her sister or any family around. She looked into Sarge’s promising eyes and suddenly it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

"Wow! I even remembered to bring a suit... in case there was a pool at the hotel," Susan said. "It's in my suitcase. I'll change... meet you... get my suit and meet you at the tub... if I can find it," she said and laughed. “I mean find the tub.”

Sarge smiled, as he listened to the gorgeous woman stutter and stammer, and they were on the way up the long staircase before Susan could have second thoughts. He was overly excited and didn’t want to break her heart by telling the woman she didn’t need a bathing suit. Sarge watched her walk and marveled at her most enticing behind, as her butt swayed seductively with each step.

'Yes... you put on your suit... it's all you'll wear for the next few hours,' Sarge thought. 'You're mine. Yes! This time... I'm saving you for myself. Your sweet white-ass will be mine.’

He broke the wonderful daydreaming when they approached the large double doors to his master bedroom. Sarge paused at the doors, as he stared directly into Susan's bewildered eyes. "We have the night to ourselves... family gone to visit Zelda’s family. They occupied until tomorrow... rejoicing because it her mother’s birthday."

Suddenly Susan felt the dire panic of being alone with a stranger in what appeared to be an intimate moment. She watched the big doors open and then gasped at the sight of the most elegant room. They stepped into the doorway and the sight of the vast room and the rich surroundings took her breath away.

There were two beds on the right, which were dimly lit, but what caught her eye was the brightly lit hot tub and bathroom area on the left. Steam rose off the hot water giving the tub a mystic appearance while the white tile throughout the bathroom glistened with a rich, brilliant luster.

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

"The tub is wonderful for soaking away stress... exhaustion of a long day and frustration of sister going to village. I'll pour us a nice drink; we can sit and relax in the hot water," Sarge said. "It long day. I have jets turned up... water is hot and it relax those tired muscles... make you feel good."

For a second, Sarge thought Susan might reconsider and not return to the guest bedroom for her bathing suit. There was an expression of indecision on her pretty face and Sarge expected her to make a feeble excuse so he acted swiftly. He let go of her hand and took a couple of quick steps towards the tub. "You change. Anything you put on will look ravishing... I wait in tub for you!"

He faced the woman and stared directly into her glassy eyes. Not one word was said, but the telepathic waves were electric, as they filled her entire body with something she didn’t understand. She wasn’t immoral. Although the vibes told her to simply go with the man and not worry about being discrete because there was no one else around, she used her utmost decency to change.

Susan turned and slowly walked down the long hallway to the guest bedroom. She was oblivious of leaving the happiest man who quickly stripped his clothes on the way across the room. Sarge was completely naked by the time he reached the hot tub and he jumped in the steamy water, overly excited with what was on the horizon.

Susan was in a daze when she entered the guest bedroom. She immediately went to her suitcase, which contained her swimsuit, but felt slightly uncomfortable. Flaunting herself and wearing skimpy clothes when meeting a stranger was not something Susan ever did. When she was changed, she reluctantly stood in front of a long mirror and wondered if she was doing the right thing.

Her first impulse was to run; escape the drastic situation before something really sinful or terrible happened. She wondered about meeting Sarge and letting him see her wearing a fairly revealing swimsuit. ‘Oh gawd,’ she thought. “What will I do if he actually tries something? What if he tries to feel me up... or tries to force himself on me?”

Susan stared at her reflection and she tried to be brave and summon up all of her nerve. “No, go ahead and ogle me, you bastard, but you won’t get any.” Suddenly she felt a quick shot of adrenaline and summoned the courage to continue. “I’ll show you... you bugger.”

She slowly turned and headed to the door. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Susan whispered, feeling very confident about handling any situation. She slowly walked towards the master bedroom and strangely felt her immense bravery decline with each step she took. When she reached the big doorway, she peered into the secluded room, hoping to find it empty.

Sarge couldn’t take his eyes off the scantily clad woman. The room was eerily quiet when Susan entered and it seemed to take forever to walk across what seemed like the widest room. By the time she reached the tub, Susan swore her heart rate had doubled and her temperature had skyrocketed and she wasn’t sure why.

When Susan neared, Sarge threw caution to the wind and acted on impulse. The woman was only a couple of feet away when he jumped to his feet. His sudden act stopped her immediately and she stood frozen to the spot with her mouth open and her eyes bulging.

Susan was a strong woman. She was a woman who knew what the world was all about and knew what she wanted, but suddenly her mind was too confused to think straight. The immense indecision caused her muscles to freeze and she stood absolutely motionless when the man held out a helping hand.

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

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

Susan felt her bikini top being loosened and gasped for air when Sarge tossed it into the steamy water. Her eyes widened, as she watched the material slowly grow dark and wet, and then her heart beat out of control. Fingers touched her waist and abruptly rolled the skimpy bikini-bottoms down her frozen legs, as she uttered a tiny whimper of protest.

Sarge bunched the bikini at her feet and smiled when Susan obediently stepped out of the garment. He put the soft material against his cheek and sniffed the heavenly scent, while staring into the glassy eyes of the shivering woman. Sarge smiled, as he took her dainty hand, and he beckoned Susan to step into the tub.

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

Sarge could see she was not going to run or even fight. "You have nice body. Even nicer than your sister's," Sarge whispered, as he lowered his gaze to her heaving chest. “You have gorgeous tits... a sexy body.”

Susan noticed him ogle her boobs yet she was powerless. “Oooohhhh, you... you’re,” she moaned.

"Have you ever been fucked... by a big, black cock?"

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

Sarge merely tightened his hugging embrace and his heartrate quickened drastically when the burning flesh scorched the front of his body. “You adorable woman. I desire you first time you walk into airport,” he whispered.

It was hard, but she found the courage to protest. “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you?” Susan arched her back in an effort to keep away from the intimidating man, but that only made it worse because her hips thrust forward. She stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes once again and it was impossible to slow down her racing heart. “Oh dear gawd... it’s touching me. Your penis... I’ve never touched another man... never... never.”

Sarge grinned at her fruitless efforts. He thrust his hips at her and grabbed her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing hard to shove her hips into his. “You very beautiful... sexy woman,” he stated and dug his fingers into the bare ass.

The long, burning shaft pushed against her tummy and her knees almost buckled. "No... no, dear gawd, no! It's so big... your cock is on my tummy."

Sarge was in his glory. "Feel it. Go ahead... put hand on cock. Feel black cock that soon be inside your belly," he said with the most demanding tone. "Put hand on black cock... rub on belly!"

Susan would never understand why she obeyed. She wanted to struggle yet surrendering wasn’t as daunting as it should have been. Her hand sneaked between the tightly compressed bodies until her dainty fingers felt the scorching rod. She almost hyperventilated when her fingers closed around the thick penis and it was all she could do to keep breathing properly.

“Good girl... good girl.”

“Oooohhhh, oooohhhh.”

“Yes, squeeze harder... harder!”

“Oooohhhh.”

“You be Sarge’s woman... be my woman,”

“Whaaaa, whaaaa.”

"Sweetheart! You can still stop it. Keep my cock out of your belly... just beg me to stop,” Sarge whispered. “If you beg... Sarge stop.”

The man was giving her a chance and she should beg him to stop, Susan reasoned. Suddenly her fingers squeezed hard and harder, too afraid to let go. The shame was overwhelming yet she clutched the enlarged pecker and her head started spinning out of control. “Aaaahhhh, oooohhhh,” she moaned.

"Rub all over... all over belly. Show Sarge where you want black cock," Sarge demanded.

There was no reason to comply, as she knew Sarge wouldn’t hurt her. Susan shivered when her hand started rubbing the inflamed penis all over her smooth, flat stomach and she closed her eyes, as she drifted into dreamland. When her feet started moving, she allowed the man to push, prod and carry her across the room.

Susan was aware the bed was near yet she didn’t resist. The big hands grabbed her boobs and fondled them like a crazed teenager and she remained motionless and proud. “Oh my, oh my, I can’t... no, I can’t,” she pleaded.

The fingers pinched her nipples with a zealous desire and the pain should have spurred her to action yet for some strange reason Susan relished Sarge’s rough treatment. She deemed it just punishment for the guilt that filled her distraught mind because of what was happening.

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

Susan opened her mouth and she fought for more air. She was determined not to say anything, but the villain struck fast. Sharp teeth closed on her ear lobe and Sarge bit down hard. Susan was positive her ear had been severely damaged and the brutal pain robbed all of her remaining reasoning and logic.

Her instinct screamed that she would be raped yet strangely she couldn’t struggle. When she started talking, Susan wasn’t aware of anything but the promise of ultimate fulfillment. "Do it. Take me... go ahead and take me," she moaned with growing desperation. "Fuck me... you bastard. Go ahead and rape me."

Sarge let his mouth relax and he relished the subtle taste of blood. "Say it. Beg for it... or else!" He grabbed her hair with his big hand and yanked hard enough to jerk her head back and forth indicating he wanted her to respond, as he stared into her glazed eyes.

“Oh gawd, I’ve never... I can’t,” she moaned.

“You my woman. Sarge want to hear you talk,” he said, as he molested her luscious tits.

"Dear gawd. I can feel it... touching me. Your caaa... cock,” she uttered, as the cock throbbed madly in her fist.

“Yes, hold cock... put it on pussy,” Sarge demanded.

Susan arched her back and shoved the cockhead between her legs. “Fuck me with your black prick," she shouted. "Put your big cock in my belly... do it to me!"

Sarge barely had time to grab her thrashing hips and hold them steady so he could thrust his cock into the soaked crotch. “Yes, oh fuck... yes,” he replied.

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

Sarge literally threw her onto the bed. Susan landed flat on her back and she somehow kept her legs spread wide, enabling Sarge to kneel between them. Her eyes were wide open and they were glazed over with the sight of impending doom. Sarge's powerful body slithered forward, as his upper torso dropped over her chest, and Susan wondered why she didn’t struggle.

The head of the black cock was between her thighs and actually brushing against her vulnerable crotch, which made her squirm. Then Sarge skillfully rubbed the wet head all over her pelvis and he threatened to ram it into her wet opening. Susan could not remember her body being so inflamed and so filled with animal lust.

Her mouth opened and every moral fiber inside her body wanted her to scream or at least utter a protest. Susan rolled her head side to side fraught with the impending doom and wondered if Sarge would really do it. All of a sudden something big and menacing pushed between her delicate pussy lips. She stopped breathing and promised not to take another breath until the African had violated her soul.

Sarge was afraid of hurting her, as Susan seemed delicate and sophisticated and not like the other women he intimidated. He stared at the agonizing expression on her face and realized her beauty was astounding despite her frown of displeasure. Susan winced and pleaded with him to stop yet her actions betrayed everything she did.

Sarge felt her arms surround his lower torso and relished her fingers digging into his muscular behind. She pulled his hips downward and into her thrashing body, which was out of control. Sarge realized Susan wanted more... more of his black pecker so he rammed his hips downward with the power of a madman.

The cock entered her virgin sanctuary with a powerful thrust and she was frantic. Susan clung to the dominating African and left no doubt about experiencing an earth-shaking orgasm. Her teeth were next to his bare shoulder and Susan bit him hard. The sharp pain was fleeting, but threatened to rob his remaining willpower.

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

The two sweat-covered bodies remained motionless for a few moments and then Sarge slowly withdrew his cock, pausing with only the fat head inserted into the volcanic pit. He stared at the heated junction when he thrust one more time. Sarge heard a shrill scream and it was the music of lust to his ears.

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

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

Sarge smiled at the pretty woman; it felt like it was meant to be. "You stay with me. You be my mistress... my woman," he whispered, having a hard time talking. "Others stay in village... wait for baby. You live in my home. We together. You my woman; I your man."

All of a sudden his hips jerked out of control. Susan felt his random thrusts and pumps and she realized what was happening. It should have been the most traumatic moment of her life and it truly was, but not for the proper reasons. She should have been distraught because of the sinful intercourse, which filled her fertile womb, yet she was overwhelmed by the conceivable vulnerability.

Susan clung to Sarge, as his powerful thrusts turned into sporadic jerks, and she wondered if his climax would ever end. She felt safe and secure and fully realized there would be no turning back after being dominated by the seductive African.

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

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

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

It quickly turned into a stimulating game. Sarge attacked and kept trying to kiss her, as her head twisted and turned, trying to evade his mouth. Susan struggled with much determination, which normally indicated she was fighting his apparent caresses, but not this time. She struggled yet welcomed his pinning her arms outstretched far above her head, as Sarge played along with the game by keeping her flat on her back.

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

Each played the erotic game and it filled both with intense desire. Susan kept twisting her head and suddenly Sarge used his tongue. He licked her face, her lips, her nose, and then her ears until she was overheated. Suddenly her head turned sideways again and Sarge held her still by biting her ear.

"Open legs! Open legs so I put black cock into little, white pussy," he hissed through his teeth, as they bite down hard on her ear. "Yes, that's it, baby... can you feel it? My hard cock... it goes into your belly?"

All of her life, Susan was reserved and seemed to hold something back. Suddenly there were no barriers or no holding back. Her breathing was extremely uneven and ragged, and she feared fainting if she didn't let go. His black knob pushed her control button and her loving juices coated the big penis.

Sarge let go of her ear. He realized there was no need for any force because Susan wanted him as much as he desired her. He pumped wildly and quickly turned into an untamed dog who was fucking his unruly bitch. The lust turned them into animals and both relished the night that was never-ending.

Susan lost count. Was it three, four or even five? How many times had she experienced an orgasm with her black god within such a short time span? There was nothing left, she reasoned, as her entire body felt totally exhausted. Suddenly his lips were touching her again. Kissing her soft, velvety flesh around her quivering tummy and then lower until his tongue lashed out. Suddenly Susan realized the night wasn't over.

Sarge reassured Susan every chance he got that her sister was very safe and secure. "You no worry. Nia take good care of Marie," he explained. "Nia can be trusted. She fully understands... she no let anything happen to your sister. I take you to visit whenever you wish."

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

Susan felt somewhat guilty for putting her own pleasures before Marie's, but Sarge's reasoning sounded too good to refute. She was on pins and needles every day when Sarge was at work, but that was quickly replaced by pricks and penises when he returned.

Susan wondered how she would ever explain things to her family. There was no doubt in her mind that soon she would be in the same quandary as Marie. What amazed Susan most was the fact she felt the immense guilt yet she still craved intercourse with the African man.

Time seemed to stand still for Susan, but yet the days flew by in a hurry. She had been in Africa for two months; she lived with Sarge and at first it was uncomfortable because of Zelda and the children being around. Her concerns were quickly dispelled when Susan realized the African culture was much different than her American one.

Although Sarge slept with his wife at nights, he had the freedom to spend as much time with Susan as he wanted. No one seemed to mind or care that he spent countless hours with the visiting white woman and there was no cover-up of the two having a sexual affair. Zelda remained extremely friendly and the family accepted Susan during her two month stay.

From the very first weekend, Sarge had graciously taken her to visit Marie on several occasions and she was very thankful. The time flew by and suddenly it was a quiet afternoon when she was all by herself. Susan contemplated the events that had transpired since her arrival in the African city and she lapsed into dreamland.

Sarge wasn't due home for at least another hour and she tried to remember the past two months. Susan remembered how it all started. Her sister came home from Africa and confessed everything to her and only her. Marie prepared and warned her about Sarge, but all of her warnings fell on deaf ears, as Susan thought she could handle anything and anyone.

She had gone with Marie to Africa fully intending on helping her sister, but Sarge had deviously gained complete control over her and she couldn’t remember feeling so emotional towards any man. Then she thought about the first night alone with Sarge. A violent shiver shot through her entire body when she visualized coming into the master bedroom that first Monday night.

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

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

Susan was happy and sad at the same time. The most overbearing thing was Sarge's astute control, as he threatened to ravage her, but she still didn't move. Suddenly she vaguely remembered pleading with Sarge not to do it because she was vulnerable, but he merely laughed at her silly innocence.

Susan could still see how he put the flared head of his black cock at her opening and how he slowly and deliberately shoved it all the way inside her being. She was no longer a white, upstanding catholic from America, but a woman who wanted something so badly she sacrificed her spirit.

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

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

Susan glanced at her watch and noticed she still had time to dream. Suddenly she imagined the first visit to the village and it became more vivid with each recollection. Sarge took her there in his limo and her sister knew something was amiss, as soon as Susan got out of the car. She remembered Marie staring into her glassy eyes and obviously noticing her total fulfillment.

At the time Susan realized her sister knew the truth before anything was said. The ensuing conversation would never be forgotten. Her eyes had filled with tears on that fateful day because of the intense guilt feelings when Marie discovered the truth.

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

Susan stood in front of her sister unable to utter much of a reply. “Uuuhhh, aaahhh,” she moaned.

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

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

“I knew it! I knew it, but I warned you. I warned you!”

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

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

Susan felt much better today than she did back during their first meeting in Sarge’s village. Marie fully accepted what had happened after she explained everything. Even now she trembled because of the detailed revelations she gave to Marie. "He's a good man. You don't know him... Sarge is really good to me," Susan told Marie that day. "He treats me with respect... dignity. He is the kindest man I have ever known."

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

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

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

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

Susan didn't hesitate or hold back. She let Sarge take her by the hand and lead her up the long set of stairs. It was almost like teenage lovers who couldn't get enough of each other, as they entered the dimly lit guest bedroom.

A picturesque movie of what happened would have depicted a fully clothed couple entering. Within seconds there was a naked black man and white woman locked in erotic bliss and it was very apparent that the man was fully aroused.

To be continued...