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Out of Afrika – Chapter 21
Out of Afrika
A Fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi
Oscar Botha, the Chief Executive Officer of Rhino Industries, headquartered in Hawksville in the U.S. was exhausted after his busy trip to the U.K. and Europe. This was not like him, normally such a schedule would not have tired him but he conceded to himself that, maybe, he was no longer the young man who came to America all those years ago. He had not lost the love of the ‘cut and thrust’ of business and the accompanying lifestyle, especially the seduction and satisfaction he got from bedding anyone he took a shine to, in particular the young white wives of Hawksville.
Then there was the other thing on his mind, his twenty-one-year-old Swedish bombshell of a girlfriend had started to bore him with her clingy nature. He thought to himself that whilst any man would give anything to be with the gorgeous Ingrid she had become intensely irritating to him and he needed something more.
As he sipped his coffee his mind went back to the Miller girl’s wedding when Clarissa kissed him, and the pleasant shock it caused him to realise that the powerful President of the Confederacy Country Club found him attractive and clearly was sending him a message. She had opened her mouth and had given him a French kiss in front of hundreds of onlookers. It excited him no end when in response he cupped the perfect, full firm breasts of the older woman albeit she certainly looked far younger than her forty-something years.
He recollected Ingrid’s dismay at his ‘infidelity’ and laughed to himself thinking at how inconsequential his behaviour would have been seen by- his wives back in Africa. Was it because Ingrid was holding his cock in the Chapel and felt it swell to full hard erection as he kissed Clarissa? Well, he smiled, that was probably the reason these Western women were such a puzzle!
As he drained his coffee cup he decided he must find something for the 21-year-old Swedish girl to do with her time other than trailing around behind him like a lost puppy. He mused and wondered that if he made contact with Bishop Erasmus to ask him if he had a role for the blonde whether that might provide an answer. The Bishop was keen on very young white girls and would surely find a creative solution.
Then he had a second thought, why waste such an immense sexual talent on the priests of The Church of the Black Staff? Surely those horny men of the cloth would delight in taking turns with his delightful morsel of a girl until she was useless to do anything else. He had seen it before when the Bishop took the youngest white parishioners, both boys and girls, downstairs and gave them his blessings while they were mesmerized by the Rhino TV.
No, he concluded, as much as he admired the church and all its works they didn’t deserve such a treat! In keeping with his reputation as the great leader of Rhino Industries, he should be able to think of doing something better for her than that!
As he lay on the bed, lost in thought, Ingrid made her way back into the bedroom. She was a sight to behold, her full dark nipples clearly evident through the pink baby-doll top. He turned his head and thought ‘she still looks sixteen for heaven’s sake’, a very full very busty sixteen – but sixteen nonetheless, and with a little creativity in her dress could easily make her pass for younger still.
His cock hardened at the thought that she could seen as a much younger girl, something that would count as being very desirable with many of the older black executives in the company. Then there were those that he dealt with in town, Rhino customers and potential customers to whom he could expose her immense beauty and charms. The possibilities were endless.
She approached the bed and said, “Oh, Oscar I am sorry you are so tired but I hope not too tired for I am horny this morning and I need your loving; it has been nearly a week since you have touched me.”
Oscar replied sternly, “My dear Ingrid the time has come for us to make a few changes; I must insist you return to calling me either Mr. Botha or ‘Master’ from now on”
She stammered with hearing the cold tone in his voice, “What have I done? I didn’t know that I’ve been bad, I will do anything to make it up to you.”
“I have decided that you need more direction in your life, young lady. I am feeling that you should be available for other black lovers.”
She flushed with embarrassment, “But I love you, Osc, er, um, I mean Master, I love you.”
Tears welled up in her pretty eyes threatening to make her mascara run.
“I love my wives in Africa, they have borne me many sons, big strong and black like me. I love you too but I feel that you should be shared. At the wedding last week did you not notice that Devon, Maggie Miller’s brand new husband, took her upstairs to fuck her in her wedding dress, and afterwards encouraged two of his groomsmen to both fuck her as well? She clearly loved it and had an amazing wedding.”
Ingrid was speechless.
Oscar continued, “And did you notice that Ma’Bill, one of my senior executives had 18-year-old Denise, the stunning maid of honour and Delores, who was just married a few weeks earlier, and whom Ma’Bill had just met at the new members’ reception that we attended at the golf club, both in his pew with him, while his wife watched quietly?
“He told me later that he had fucked Denise when she came into the Rhino Store to buy bridesmaid dresses, and that he had fucked Delores the very night they met. After the wedding, he took them both into his bed; together.
“That is the black way of love. That they share their women as a mark of respect to their fellows.”
Ingrid wailed, “But how are you going to share me, Master?”
“Oh, my dear, I’m not going to share you.” he continued, “You are going to report to Lucy at the nightclub. As you know she is the senior hostess, and at although she is just twenty-three has been a loyal and wonderful employee. You may recall she entertained your father by sucking his cock on your first visit. ”
Oscar did not remind her that she had enthusiastically participated in that session as well.
“I…I…I don’t know what to say,” she murmured flushed with embarrassment to be reminded about her incident with her father.
“For now, get over here and take my cock in your mouth and talk dirty to me…say the things you will say when you are sucking the black cock of one of my customers whom Lucy has sent you to see. She will ensure you are dressed in your slave outfit with the diamond slave collar I gave you. You must have known the significance of that gift, that there would be an accounting; that you would get to serve me as your lord and master.
“However, I stress it is your choice. If you decline I will send you home and you can explain to your father why his very influential deal is being cancelled. Are you willing to stay, or do you wish to go?”
Ingrid answered in a low voice as she took off her silk top, “I will stay Master. I will stay and do your bidding. I will do anything.”
He pulled his boxers down and she took his thickening cock in her mouth, rubbing it against her sensitive full breasts before she lowered her head and stretched her lips to accommodate his girth. He liked to watch her like this. He had no doubt that in the coming days the word would spread like wildfire that Ingrid had a new assignment, that she was available and that she was no longer just his protected girlfriend.
She would be a popular hostess, and he had no doubt that if she was wise her bank account would increase substantially as the black executives lined up to enjoy her charms and then shower her with big tips.
As CEO he was not supposed to encourage such gifts, or even know about them but as CEO he delighted in knowing about everything. One never knew, he might need the information at some point.
However, first-things-first, he would call Lucy and explain what he wanted. Lucy was creative and would teach Ingrid well and use her talents and looks to everyone’s advantage. He smiled as he thought about Lucy bedding Ingrid, which is where her education would undoubtedly start, then he would call Clarissa and invite her to meet with him; they would have much to discuss. His cock deep inside Ingrid’s mouth was like a steel rod as he thought about seducing the aloof, sexy, busty older woman. It would be a delightful challenge to outwit her rich husband, and as he suspected her handsome young black lover.
Ingrid thought the erection was for her and redoubled her efforts to have him cum in her mouth but in his head Oscar had already moved on.
Maxwell looked out of the window from his First Class seat down onto the glowing huge expanse of New York City below and was disturbed by a flight attendant who was offering him a bottle of Oregon pinot noir, which she knew to be his favourite.
He admired her lovely face. She was of mixed race, likely, he thought originally from the Islands in the Caribbean. He openly stared at her full breasts in a crisp white blouse the cut of which emphasized them. She had removed her formal jacket and in so doing thrust her chest out smiling invitingly at him. God, she was stunning, he thought.
There were only a few clients for her in First Class. He planned to get to know her better when she was not quite so busy.
He was delighted to make the earlier flight, as he hated long waits in boring airports. He would be getting home a few hours earlier than planned, and on purpose had not advised Clarissa of the change. He wanted to surprise her.
He sat back, relaxed and let his mind wander. Again he recalled the night of the new members’ party at the CCC where his lovely wife was President. That night he had lots of wine, but not as much as he let on. He clearly remembered Igoro the young African orphan who lived with them helping him upstairs and getting him ready for bed, and Clarissa giving him his medication. Then he remembered Igoro, standing behind his wife and unzipping her pretty red dress, his black hands resting on her milky white shoulders, and her looking up into his face and smiling.
At the time he thought that was a sweet thing to do by the boy who they both looked upon as a special son. He had fallen asleep and woke up several hours later when he needed to relieve himself.
His wife was not beside him. Thinking she was in the bathroom he padded silently towards the night light.
He heard her moan. It sounded like she said, ‘Oooh God.’
His first thought was that maybe she had fallen. “Dear heavens, is she hurt?” but she was not in the bathroom. He went into the hall where he saw the open door of Igoro’s room and the small bedside light.
When he reached the doorway he stood as silent as a mouse, his mouth gaping open at the sight of his beautiful wife Clarrisa moaning uncontrollably. She was facing the bottom of the bed, sitting, mounted on the huge black cock of her twenty-year-old lover. As she rose and fell, he matched her movements perfectly and thrust his cock deep into Maxwell’s wife with an expert screwing motion. It was clear she was loving it as she had a facecloth in her mouth trying to stifle her screams of extreme, intense pleasure.
Maxwell had never seen anything as erotic in his entire life but rather than being upset, he felt himself getting hard.
How could that be? He makrobet giriş had not had a proper erection in years and the best that he could expect was when Clarissa had kindly resorted to pleasuring his semi-soft small cock with her hand and occasionally her mouth as a treat for him.
Igoro suddenly spoke, “Oh my God, mother, don’t stop fucking me, oh please don’t stop, oh fuck, oh mother you know what I love you oh God, I’m cumming.”
Maxwell melted into the hall and retraced his steps quickly, his cock as big and hard as when he had been twenty himself.
Why did that happen?
He was confused; did he really see his beautiful wife with the black cock inside her, his black hands holding her perfect big white breasts; her riding him like a bucking bronco; her screaming his name, the sound muffled by the facecloth?
Or was it a dream; a nightmare?
No, it was no dream. He was back in bed and she was not beside him. It was not a dream.
His mind was spinning but, whatever else, he was not mad at her.
He was a rational man, he was trained as a CEO, it was time to let his leadership abilities come to the fore.
Think. Think is what you do in a crisis.
What are the facts?
His wife had taken a black lover who was 25 years younger than her.
They clearly had both been ultra discrete and tonight was not their first time together.
Far from it.
They had protected his reputation.
Neither of them had seen him.
He knew about their affair.
They did not know he knew.
Those were the facts so now what do I do?
Firstly, and foremost don’t say anything you will regret.
She was seemingly happier than he had seen her in years.
Secondly, don’t be a hypocrite. Remember that when you travelled on business when younger you often screwed around
Lastly, do not do anything you would regret.
Somehow with his mind racing about all manner of possibilities he managed to get to sleep knowing he had a business trip scheduled the next day.
After a sleep filled with dreams of all manner of erotic fantasies involving his wife in bed with their Black lodger and himself looking on behind the open doorway, Maxwell awoke and was relieved to find Clarissa alongside him. Before he could say a word she leaned over and gave him a kiss and without any prompting told him that Igoro had already left the house to attend university. He was unsure why she should choose to tell him such a mundane fact and had the momentary hope that maybe she was going to give him a ‘special treat’ but that thought was dashed when she went on to happily admonished him for ‘drinking too much last night”.
He smiled at her, kept his thoughts to himself, and apologised.
The lovely flight attendant roused him from his deep thoughts and offered him more of the excellent pinot. God, she was gorgeous.
Maxwell flirted with her “So let me guess where you are from.”
She replied in kind laughing “I suppose you won’t believe St. Louis?”
“No, my guess is Barbados”
“Incorrect: I was born in Trinidad and Tobago”
“Of course, where the most beautiful women in the world come from.”
“I am honoured you think that sir, you are most kind.”
She moved on to help other passengers.
Maxwell admonished himself. Of course, why would she not be from Trinidad? There the world’s black, white and Asians races had mixed for a hundred years if not more,
He also admonished himself for openly flirting when he had a wonderful loving wife at home. But he reminded himself, that’s what most men did. He formed a plan for when he got home.
It was time for the meal to be served.
Cherie-Ann was embroidered on her flight attendant’s apron in a tasteful script. As she bent over to place his tray in front of him he could see that she had unbuttoned a few of the buttons on her white blouse. The apron was loose and she gave him an eyeful of beautiful cleavage. Maxwell could feel his cock stirring again.
As the flight neared their destination he wrote his private secret email address on an envelope he had in his briefcase and put a few one hundred dollar bills in it. He didn’t bother to count how many.
When Maxwell realised that his meeting was going to end early he thought that he would let Clarissa know but then decided against and decided to surprise her instead with his early arrival. He had no idea of what awaited him.
His Limo collected him from Arrivals and dropped him in his driveway; he noted all three of their cars were at home. He let himself in the house rather than ring the doorbell and not seeing anyone in the lounge he wandered through to the kitchen where he had a view through to the back patio. He was pleased that he hadn’t rung the doorbell.
Clarissa was kneeling on the pool deck on two fluffy towels carefully folded to offer comfort from the hard marble surface. She was facing Igoro who was sitting back in a lounger, naked from the waist down as Clarissa gently stroked his big black cock. She was wearing a tiny white bikini which barely covered her nipples. She reached over to the small table and took a pretty yellow ribbon to tie back her hair. Her arms up behind her head caused her gorgeous breasts to stand up and out for Igoro’s benefit and his eyes were locked on the magnificent orbs. She took the time to tie a pretty bow in her loose ponytail teasing him with words which Maxwell could only imagine. In no time at all Igoro was fully erect, his cock twitching as in anticipated being sucked and licked by his older white lover. He could never get enough of her, and she of him.
She reached out and her manicured nails gently trailed up and down the boy’s cock, her mouth open and watering, she licked around the cockhead the saliva from her mouth running freely over his glistening member. Her wedding rings glistening in the late afternoon sunlight as she stroked and sucked. He moaned loudly thinking there was no one to hear them….but there was; Maxwell in the kitchen was both watching and listening intently.
Maxwell watched a while and thought that he would let them finish what they were doing and then casually talk to them after dinner about what he had witnessed but then he had a better plan and But he changed his mind and called her cell phone.
He watched her through the window as with her right hand still stroking Igoro’s cock, she answered with her left hand.
“Hello darling, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Yes, sweetie I caught an earlier flight and am on my way home just now from the airport. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“That’s wonderful, Igoro and I are out back by the pool, why don’t you join us?” She leaned over and licked his erect cock. Smiling at her lover wickedly, she moved her hand down to cup his big balls.
“OK, I will be probably about ten minutes. I’ll go straightaway upstairs and change and join you.”
“I can’t wait, darling, oh, just so you know, we went shopping today and Igoro and I went to the Rhino Centre and he bought me a special new bikini which I am wearing right now. It is very naughty but I can’t think of a nicer present to wear for my two special men.”
“Love you, bye.”
“I love you too Maxwell, bye”
Igoro said, “We should stop this now and compose ourselves.”
“We have ten minutes.” She replied. “Lay back, I want to finish what I started, I want you to cum in my mouth and over my breasts, then I want you to rub the cum all over my tits so my husband can see them glistening in this little bikini, he will love it.”
She slapped his erect penis. She sucked like a woman possessed. Her husband could not take his eyes off the scene. He put his phone up and hit ‘video’
Her hand flew up and down harder and faster grasping Igoro’s cock all slippery with her saliva. She growled at him, “Call me Mother”
“Yes, Mother, yes, make me cum on you, make me cum in your mouth so you can kiss your husband with your mouth open and he can taste it. Don’t swallow all of it keep some Mother, yes, yes fuck, yes suck it, suck it harder, don’t stop don’t stop. ”
Maxwell was overcome with the excitement and turned his head as he gasped for breath. He looked back and realised that he had missed the cum scene. He cursed to himself and went upstairs to change into his bathing suit.
He took his time and unpacked everything as he always did. Clarissa did not like to pick up after him. When the room was perfect, as she liked it, he went downstairs, He assumed correctly they would be dressed and ready to greet him He casually poured himself a beer and joined his wife and her lover beside the pool.
Clarissa got up and strutted over to her husband, her big breasts swaying with each step. She put her arms around his neck and French kissed him with Igoro’s cum still in her wet mouth, their tongues lashed at each other as he smelled the semen on her body.
He was aroused at the smell, the taste and the hunger and lust in her eyes.
The bikini was minuscule, something slutty teenagers would wear. The top barely covered her nipples which were long and swollen. Her pussy was similarly ‘covered’ by a triangular strip of white cloth, her pussy lips clearly outlined, a thong split her rear end hardly covering her pert rosebud of an anal opening.
“Good heavens my darling, I am amazed you would wear such a tiny bikini.”
“Darling, Igoro insisted on taking me to the Rhino Store. You should see the array of sexy ladies’ clothing. I have decided I have been far too conservative!”
Maxwell laughed, “Well, I might suggest you don’t wear that to your Board meetings at the Club.” They all laughed.
Igoro stood to greet Maxwell who could not help noticing the bulge in his tight white swimsuit. Even flaccid his cock was evidently wonderfully large.
As they sat and enjoyed their drinks, Maxwell said he wanted to explain something and he asked not to be interrupted, “I have several confessions to make, and I would ask for you both to withhold any comments until I am finished.” They both murmured their agreement and both wondered what was coming.
“My first confession is one I knew I would have to face when I married a beautiful 22-year-old when I was in my forties. I knew that when she was in her forties I would be too old to sexually satisfy her in the manner which she deserved and needed. This is now the case. And I am sorry indeed that I can no longer perform.”
“My second confession is that I acted much drunker the other night as I wanted to leave that party. I saw Igoro unzip your pretty red dress and ease it off your shoulders, his hands on your bare shoulders. Then later I got up to go to the bathroom and I heard you moan and I thought you were hurt. I went into Igoro’s room without permission and witnessed you both most enthusiastically making love. I am sorry about deceiving you both.”
“My third confession was that I got very sexually excited watching you. I was not mad or angry at all, and that confused me too. I was confused and wondered if it had really happened. So I came back early today, and I saw you on your knees servicing Igoro while you talked to me on the phone. Again my apologies for doing that.
“But what I now realize is that you are the happiest I have seen you in many years. There can only be one explanation for that happiness and that is you have discovered contentment in the arms of your handsome young lover.
“Finally I want to thank you both for protecting my reputation, for being very discrete and for your makrobet loyalty. I now know this has been going on for months…..”
Clarissa had tears welling up in her eyes.
Igoro had reached over and was now holding her hand.
Maxwell looked upon the tender scene and continued, “It is my wish for us three to continue to live as we have for the past year. Clarissa will continue to be on my arm as my wife when we are invited to functions but with discretion I want her to be free to sleep with Igoro as much as she likes. Igoro you are like a son to me I don’t want anything to change.
“And that is all.”
Clarissa got to her feet and threw her arms around her husband’s neck. “Oh Maxwell, that is wonderful news, I never wanted to hurt you, and never will.”
She kissed him long deep and hard. Still holding Igoro’s hand she pulled the 20-year-old to her and, inches in front of her husband’s face she kissed her young black lover with the same sort of demanding passionate deep French kiss.
She took both men by the hand and led them upstairs to the master bedroom. She took her husband to his favourite dark leather armchair and knelt in front of him. She turned to Igoro and pulled down his white swimsuit, his cock started to thicken as her husband watched her caress the black cock. She opened her mouth; her eyes never left those of her loving husband as she took Igoro’s cock in her mouth. With her other hand, she stroked Maxwell’s cock.
The next day Clarissa Johnson was surprised to get a call from Oscar Botha, inviting her to dinner following their upcoming Board meeting.
About the same time Maxwell Johnson logged in to his private computer in his office and opening his secret account was delighted to see a message from Cherie-Ann, the flight attendant.
Maggie Miller loved it as summer moved into fall. She loved teaching teens and she was a natural to be Head of SexEd, mainly because she loved everything about sex and had been since she was a teen herself. Her addiction to black men was only exceeded by her addiction to being fucked because she was a nymphomaniac.
Maggie’s wedding had been a fabulous success on all fronts. The black men with the young white wives left everyone exhausted. Even the prissy Clarissa Johnson had shown up with a young black stud whom she could not keep her hands off. The prim and proper woman hadn’t even bothered to bring her husband!
Maggie flirted and necked with dozens of men of all ages, a few lesbians took advantage of her aroused state and did the same, she was felt up by teens, boys and girls whom she had taught a year or two earlier, and she had been fucked hard, not only by her brand new husband but also by both his two groomsmen. What a night!
She mused as she waited for Denise to join her for lunch, the school year would soon be starting again and she would miss her freedom in the middle of a weekday. Denise walked in and every head in the restaurant turned in appreciation. Her dress had what looked like a revealing bra with a summer sundress barely covering her pussy it was so short. The women hugged, Maggie felt Denise’s big breasts rubbing her own. She felt a flash of passion.
God, she needed to get laid. Her regular Devon was preoccupied with work, she would have to phone his groomsmen. She had to have sex.
They sat down in the booth and Maggie leaned over and whispered in Denise’s ear by way of a greeting, “God Denise, I’m feeling so fucking horny these days. Since the wedding I just can’t get enough. How about you; are you getting enough?” she said with a laugh.
Denise blurted out, “Not really, I have a confession to make. I like watching porn mostly black men kissing, making out with, and fucking young white girls! Some of the girls are depicted as barely in high school, you know with the impossibly short skirts, tight tops and pigtails in their hair. Maybe they are eighteen, maybe not, but they all look fifteen!”
Maggie found herself blushing, and she never blushed.
Denise continued, “I have been thinking a lot about porn. And I need your advice on how to proceed. University holds no interest for me, most of the girls I know are well on their way to a rewarding career, but a lot of them are wasted most of the time. They party and get laid and don’t care because they are away from their parents who don’t have a clue. I want to find out how to get into the porn film industry. Every guy and some of the women in this restaurant want to fuck me right now. I wore this slutty dress just to prove that point.”
Maggie continued, “You already know Ma’Bill from Rhino, you slept with him the night of my wedding with Delores.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well go see him and ask for his help. He will probably fuck you again, but that is no hardship with that cock of his. When he is finished ask for his advice. There has been a rumour floating around that Rhino has a private video network set-up, and if that is the case it seems to me that porn movies would be a natural offshoot of their business, and they could distribute and take care of billing and all of that horrible commercial activity.”
Denise thought to herself ‘spoken like a true teacher.’ Denise had gone a little further in her research but didn’t share the details with Maggie.
She had watched a huge porn star ‘Janet’ who had ‘done’ over 400 different men, all of them black. Her husband filmed her and talked to her as she ‘worked’. Plus she had done creative work with older women and young girls.
Denise had watched the films with Maggie’s father in his den, her bra off as she sat on his lap and he played with her aroused nipples. In fact, she did that every Tuesday when Mrs Miller was out. Mr Miller had somehow found out that porn stars with the top natural bodies made a fortune and the younger they were the better. At 18, Denise knew she was hot as evidenced by the number of men staring at her in the restaurant.
She resumed the conversation with her former teacher, “Maggie, I know that I have a limited amount of time to do this work, and I will be ‘old’ at thirty. So my further thought is that you are positioned perfectly to advise your high school graduates on their career choices. In fact, you could set up a Career Counselling Consultancy and look for girls who would not be a good fit in university, who would like to star in films and who have tight heavenly bodies and pretty young faces that would fit our needs. I am sure Rhino would like a steady stream of gorgeous teens, and you could charge the girls’ families a finder’s fee as they have all graduated so they are no longer your students! I am sure a little homework on your end would determine their sexual experiences and needs.”
All this raunchy talk through their lunch had Maggie almost panting for sex and she bade her friend goodbye with a promise to give her proposal a good review. Walking out of the restaurant she called the groomsmen.
They were both at home, thank God! She quickened her step.
Denise walked in the opposite direction the few blocks to Mr Miller’s. It was a Tuesday and she had another film to view.
As she settled onto his lap she pulled the tiny spaghetti straps of her sundress off of her lovely shoulders exposing her perfect big breasts and offering them to him. He had preselected a lovely video scene starring a long-haired brunette whom he called ‘Denise.’ She was entertaining three well hung young black men. It would be quite an afternoon. Mr Miller’s hands roamed freely. From her breasts to her pussy and back; Over and over. While she was transfixed by the sex scenes on the computer he kissed her lovely cunt, inserted his finger in her pert anal ring all the way and talked about what she could do in her first video as a full-on porn star. He offered his services as her manager and accountant. He would ensure her safety. They would continue to be lovers.
Denise was in seventh heaven.
Ingrid woke up still in the arms of the lovely black girl, Lucy. She had taken the initiative once Oscar made it plain he wanted her to leave, and he left that morning to go to the office, she packed her clothes and left. That was three days ago and she and Lucy had been sleeping together ever since in her big bed in a lovely Rhino apartment.
Lucy has seduced her the first night with deep kisses and reassuring her that all would be fine. Lucy’s skill in girl-on-girl was truly amazing and she easily brought Ingrid to a series of much-needed orgasms.
During the day, Ingrid ‘shadowed’ Lucy in her job and was pleased to note that many guests and employees were very pleased to meet her. Their main assignment that week was planning and preparing for a small conference of Senior University professors who were having their annual get together in Hawksville at the now renown Rhino Hotel and Tower.
The second night they spent together culminated in Lucy strapping on a large black rubber penis and driving Ingrid over the edge time and time again. Then she forced the pretty Swede to lick her ass, pussy and clitoris until she came wetly in her mouth. Ingrid understood that in her new role as a Rhino hostess she would be asked to do things she had never contemplated.
Ingrid was a quick learner and, of course, the gentle humming of the Rhino TV in the background provided her with comfort as she completed her tasks. The on-duty Rhino tech watched with great interest as the beautiful white girl ate the pussy of the black woman just a few years older. He was pretty sure he had seen the long-haired stunner someplace recently. He unzipped his pants and took out his thick ebony member and stroked it as he watched. He fantasized about fucking the young white girl, perhaps he would track her down and do just that.
Lucy had impressed her instructors sufficiently with her progress that by the middle of the week she was given the task of being the greeter at the front reception desk. It was a task that appealed to her and one she quickly came to enjoy never quite knowing who would be next through the front door and with whom she would be meeting. She was engrossed in checking the day’s diary when she was surprised by the quiet approach of a new face and a voice, “Hello, my name is Professor Colin Steeves, I wonder if you could direct me to reservations?”
His voice was so calm and quiet, Ingrid had to stand quite close to him to hear what he was saying.
She looked at the very distinguished, older handsome black man, quickly checked the screen on her desk and replied, “Good evening, oh yes, Professor we have your package right here, with your room key and all the details for the next few days.”
The professor thanked the young lady as he noted her name on her lovely tight dress.
He thought to himself that she was just about the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Tall, with long blonde hair spilling down over her back and on the front, wisps of hair caressing her enormous bust. He tried, without success to tear his eyes off her big firm full breasts and noted that her sleeveless dress only emphasized them more. Her dress led down to perfect long legs.
The Professor, now in his early fifties, had always preferred young women. The younger the better, within reason, of course, and there was no end to them in his classes and on his campus.
“What a lovely accent you have, my dear. You certainly don’t makrobet güvenilir mi sound as if you are from around here; where are you from?”
“I am from Sweden Sir. I moved here a little while ago to further my studies and I am working here to improve my English and help with those business studies.”
“You sound most charming. Tell me, I have a request of you, Ingrid. I am visiting Hawksville for this conference but am planning to move here for the new school year as a visiting professor at the University. I noted there is an opening dinner tonight and I would be delighted if you would sit with me as I would like to know more about Sweden, and you might be interested in my speciality, Africa.”
“Oh Professor, it is my job to assist our guests in any way I can so let me check with my colleague who is doing the seating plan and ask her!”
A moment later it was confirmed and they parted.
Late in the afternoon Lucy and Ingrid went back to her apartment to change. Lucy said, “I think we should wear nice dresses – why don’t you wear that sensational red dress you wore the night Mr Botha gave you the gorgeous slave collar, in fact, you should wear that too!”
They stripped off their tight ‘work clothes’ and showered together, the black and white contrast of the two beautiful women was quite stunning. Lucy soaped up Ingrid’s breasts and gently pulled her nipples, then fingered her pussy.
“That handsome devil of a Professor is going to get this young white pussy tonight I think,” Lucy said laughing.
“Oh my God, Lucy, if you don’t stop we will never even make it to dinner.”
The girls giggled as they towelled down and did their makeup in bras and panties. The many months with the generous Mr Botha had added significantly to Ingrid’s lingerie drawer, and with Lucy’s words ringing in her ear she chose Oscar’s favourite- white lace and silk half cup bra and matching sexy panties. She almost, but not quite, hoped Oscar would see her dressed in his favourite outfit for another man.
The result was that Lucy looked stunning. Ingrid absolutely ravishing.
Ingrid had piled her hair up on top of her head with just a few wisps of blond curls allowed to escape unto her shoulders. That emphasised the diamond-studded slave collar she put on last, just before a few drops of intoxicating perfume.
As they rode the elevator down to the conference dinner Lucy said, “Now, darling be sure to circulate in the room and meet as many men as you can. Be polite to the women but the men, especially the black men, are why you are here. You will have loads of time with your Professor over dinner.”
Ingrid’s heart fluttered. She had not had a male lover in two weeks. It was by far the longest period in a year, and while Lucy was a fabulous treat as a lover, Ingrid needed more.
She quickly relaxed when a glass of wine appeared by magic. She recognised the black waiter from her many times with Oscar having dinner in that room, and the man seemed to sense that this situation was different. The rules had changed. She was available. The lust in his eyes relaxed Ingrid as she realized she could have whomever she wanted.
Every head turned as the mostly older educators openly stared at them, but also attracting the attention of the conference attendees were a number of young white wives who had volunteered their ‘services’ as extra hostesses. They all wore their slave collars and slave dresses showing a copious amount of cleavage. All wore wedding rings to add to the black men’s excitement. The room tingled with anticipation. The few older Professors who had brought their wives to the conference instantly regretted that decision.
Ingrid easily worked the room and engaged in conversation about current affairs. Sometimes when chatting with a nice older man she picked up the open hostility shown by his wife and she moved on leaving the poor guy to look at her departing, perfect derriere with open lust.
Making sure the food delivery was all in order, the seating plan was being followed, the microphones were operational and a myriad of other details she had learned from Lucy in three intense days of training she smiled with a level of confidence that all was well.
A Rhino TV quietly but firmly announced dinner.
Professor Colin Steeves watched her from across the room. He was the luckiest man there and he knew it, she was the most incredible woman he had ever seen. He would be calm, cool and collected. “Take your time,” he quietly thought to himself.
Colin pulled the chair out for Ingrid to sit. It was an old-fashioned, polite example of good manners, and as she turned to sit, she noticed it also gave him a very long. loving look down her front at her breasts. She smiled.
“So, my dear, what made you choose to come to Hawksville of all places, from your lovely country of Sweden?”
Ingrid noticed a wedding band on his finger and explained the whole story of travelling with her father to see her great-grandmother, whom she continued to visit a couple of times a week. When there was a lull in the conversation she asked, “I see you are married, did you bring your wife with you?” …. and instantly regretted the stupid question.
Colin spoke in such low tones he had to lean close to hear his response as he reached over and ever so gently touched her arm. A tingle ran up her spine.
“My wife has encouraged me to look for a posting in warmer climes, as we have a very long winter season and she spends most of it in Florida. It makes for a very distant relationship as you can imagine,”
She returned his touch, her white hand on his very black forearm. She leaned in to speak into his ear as the conversational levels in the room increased substantially. She was now aware that her perfume was having an effect, and she was suddenly glad she had dabbed some behind her ears, some in her cleavage and some between her legs, where it was becoming increasingly damp with the early stages of seduction and arousal. She dropped the subject of his wife. She should not have asked the question and she made a mental note to never do that again.
She leaned in to whisper directly into his ear, her full, firm breast pushing against her hand and thus his arm, “I really love the ‘salt and pepper’ of your moustache, your goatee and your gorgeous hair, so many handsome black men these days shave their heads.” She smiled.”I’m glad you don’t!
“You must be wondering about our servers, their ‘slave’ outfits and the fact that they are all young married white wives working in a top hotel for a black employer, who incidentally, is now the biggest employer in the state.”
He replied, “Thank you for the compliment. I often am thought to be much younger than I am, so it must be working! As the racial makeup of our country is one of the areas of my educational expertise I would like to hear a lot more about why Hawksville is such a leader in racial harmony and such an example to the world.”
He was so quiet, calm and relaxed. As the meal progressed she felt totally at ease explaining her philosophy on racial harmony. His hand seemed to return to her arm regularly now. It felt nice, soft and warm. As she talked he stroked her arm gently.
She enjoyed his touch. He was older, much older than Oscar, much older than her father, but he was right, he did look way younger.
She felt a sense of protection in a room full of horny black men who probably only wanted to get between her legs, Colin was truly interested in what she had to say.
She explained in ever growing detail about the wedding she had attended with ‘her boss Oscar Botha’ and how he told her about the progressive Country Club and how it had been modernized with women and blacks forming a strong cohesive board and active leadership. She continued as he paid rapt attention staring deeply into her blue eyes.
How the Church of the Black Staff had reached out under the leadership of the renowned Bishop Erasmus to include white females, primarily the wives and their young teenage daughters, to spread the word of the Lord.
How special sessions were held downstairs in the church after Sunday Services.
How the young white girls were encouraged to take confession in the strictest of privacy with the black priests and prelates. How those sessions were timed to be held while their mothers were downstairs with the Bishop.
And, finally how the husbands and fathers were encouraged to stay home with the much younger c***dren, which they inevitably did to watch the early Sunday football games on TV.
As the dinner wound down the organisers stood to make speeches and give out a few major awards. The final award for the evening was the coveted one, The Lifetime Achievement Award to the person whose research and excellence in the delivery of education in that field was the best in the country:
The President announced the winner’s name: “Senior Professor Dr Colin Steeves PhD for his work in combating racism and promoting the study of solutions for peace in our times.”
Ingrid’s mouth opened, he had said nothing while she went on and on about herself.
The room erupted with a standing ovation for Professor Steeves and he went forward to collect his awards. Which included, it was announced:
“A fully funded all-inclusive trip to the African country of his choice for a dozen participants to study in depth ‘Solutions to racism in the 2020s.'”
Professor Steeves was surrounded by well-wishers following the conclusion of the dinner. Ingrid stood close by as he modestly accepted all of their congratulations. He was clearly uncomfortable with all of the adoration and as many of the participants headed to the bar to celebrate he slipped his hand into Ingrid’s and made quietly directly for the elevator.
When the elevator door closed she exclaimed, “Oh Professor, I am so proud of you” and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He quietly directed her down the hall from Lucy’s room to his own. Once inside, he placed his awards on the table and she kissed him again.
He was so special.
They kissed, their mouths opening, their tongues in an erotic dance.
He touched her face for the first time with his soft hands. He was so kind.
It was different for her.
Oscar had rough and calloused hands, Oscar was demanding.
Colin touched her wonderful breasts with a reverence that could have been given to a priceless object.
Colin took his time. Her juices were flowing. She could feel his erection pressing against her tummy. She wanted him.
He had not pawed her at the table when she half expected him to.
He treated her with the utmost respect. He was honoured by the award but he showed no emotion about it. He was honoured that this lovely creature had come with him a 54-year-old professor of history, nearly three times her age of a lovely 21.
He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers drawing one after the other into his wet mouth and sucked them deliciously. She was weak with lust. She went to her knees and undid his belt.
Now she worshipped his gorgeous long, black, thick erection.
She kissed and licked its length.
She sucked the top.
She ran her tongue down and around his big balls.
He watched fascinated as the white girl performed fellatio on his black penis.
Later, he used his moustache and goatee on her clit and pussy, driving her to a first orgasm.
Later, she watched as he gently entered her.
There was a passion but there were respect and kindness in the way he took the young woman in the traditional way. Both of them giddy with ecstasy. Her orgasms long and drawn out. His were brief but explosive.
Several hours later he walked her to Lucy’s door and bade her a good night’s sleep.
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