mspsubmale's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Barbara's African Contract Recently I got a call from a Tanzanian company, requesting certain parts and equipment for their factory operations outside the coastal capitol city of Dar es Salaam. The company spokesman told me that the chief executive officer and his number one buyer would be coming over to the states within the next month. This presented a problem. You see, since my business is so competitive worldwide, there’s been a long standing an under the table agreement that when a client comes in from overseas, our company supplies female companionship to these big shots from abroad. But, with business in a slump, and our capital running low, I knew I couldn’t afford the high class companions which my East African guests would expect. At first I figured that a bit of investigative digging might be in order. Through a friend in a noncompetitive industry, I discovered that only the chief executive officer, a Mr Ngoro, would be needing a woman--preferably a white woman. The buyer was a very devout Muslim who did not believe in extra-marital relations for religious reasons. Okay, one down! But that still left me with a problem. Now my wife, Barbara, and I both knew, from the girls we used before, that black African men, especially East Africans, had a reputation for extremely large cocks. This actually worked in our favor as we tried to find some interest in some of the “less expensive companions.” The only problem being that these “less expensive girls” were either really dumb, really ugly, or totally lacking in social graces. We couldn’t find one girl who fit the bill the way we hoped. In fact the best we could expect was some plain Jane with big tits whom we hoped would keep her mouth shut. “Great...we’re so close to a Tanzanian contract that we can taste it, and the best we can find is a second-rate Elly Mae Clampett who’d rather not be seen in public with blacks.” Barbara then said she had a solution to our problem. “Listen to me....I have an idea. Nobody knows how important this is more than I do. Let’s skip the cost of the agency girls and spend that money on wining and dining both the Tanzanians." "Honey...you’re beautiful and smart, and I love you, but we still have the quandary of how to handle overnight companionship for our CEO guest.” “Just leave that to me...on the day the men arrive, you won’t introduce me as your wife. I’ll be just another round-heeled secretary from the temp agency. The client gets laid. We get a half a million dollar contract, and nobody needs to know the truth but you and me.” “I don’t like it,” I replied. Was I jealous? Of course I was. Barbara and I were married, and needless to say I wasn’t too thrilled about giving my blond haired wife up to some hotshot African CEO. “Do you see any other choice?" "No. Damn it! You’re not going to do it.” I could see from the look on her face I was going to lose this argument. Suddenly Barbara’s interest had peaked at the prospect of actively getting into the unofficial service end of our business. “A half a million dollar contract!” Those were her last words, and I knew I’d lost. On the day of CEO Jawal Ngoro’s and Phillipe Mugo-Maringa's visit, Barbara took more care getting ready for work than usual. Her hair was shining from a beauty shop touch-up, her make-up was applied perfectly, and she was dressed in sexy black suspenders, seamed stockings, black knee length skirt with a daring split to the thigh and a yellow silk blouse without a bra. I could clearly see her prominent light red-brown nipples showing through the translucent silk. A black scarf topped off the ensemble which didn’t hide a thing, in fact her scarf called attention to her see-through blouse. Mr Ngoro and Mr Mugo-Maringa arrived at our office dead on time. Both were very handsome black men. Mr Ngoro was the youngest of the two, being in his late twenties, but I clearly saw that he was superior to his companion. To top it all off, Mr Mugo-Maringa insisted on my calling Mr Ngoro “Sir,” as if I were inferior to both of them. Sitting at her desk, pretending to type, my Barbara looked at Mr Ngoro with undisguised admiration. Jealously I wondered if he’d noticed her look as well, but I decided to get down to business. The three of us went into my office, and, knowing that she couldn’t stand being left out, I called Barbara in to take notes. She positioned herself so that her split skirt revealed a good length of stocking clad thigh. Her gorgeous legs were always her finest attribute, and I got an instant hard on with her blatant display to Mr Ngoro. While Mr Mugo-Maringa's eyes nearly popped out of his head, Mr Ngoro just smiled calmly. But as we laid out the plans for the equipment sales, I noticed that Mr Ngoro was beginning to lay out plans for Barbara. I sent her out for some cool drinks, while we discussed the deal. Jawal Ngoro said that he would be willing to go back to his hotel to think about it, but, a woman with him for the night, it might influence his decision . By then I had changed my mind about Veronica staying with him, and I offered to call up my most reliable and most expensive agency, but Ngoro stopped me by saying, "How about your secretary, Barbara, would she like to spend the evening with us?" I explained that Barbara was married, but he insisted, "I hope that doesn’t change things. I like Barbara very much...she appears attracted to me. She has a very lovely body, don’t you think, Phillipe?" Mr Mugo-Maringa sighed in a disapproving way. “She’s very lovely, yes.” I went out to see Veronica and put it to her, adding that I didn't think it was such a good idea, but immediately she went back into the office and thanked Mr Ngoro for his kind offer. Barbara agreed to go out with them for the evening.... providing I came along with them. Now that surprised me. Mr Mugo-Maringa suggested that I bring my wife along too, but I said she was staying with a friend for a few days. Barbara giggled, surprised at my lie. We arranged to rendezvous with the two men later that evening. I told them that I’d pick up Barbara at her home, and then drive over to meet them at their hotel. Like an excited child, Barbara dressed for the evening. As always, she looked divine, wearing a little black party dress over skimpy undies and sexy garters and stockings. Then I noticed her G-string thong was so tiny, it crept right up her crack. God, my hard on became painful. She’d gotten herself all done up for her first black African; so I made sure she had a good supply of condoms in her bag as I thought that after Jawal Ngoro fucked her that night, he probably would want to have a go at her in the morning as well. Needless to say, I both wanted to put that thought out of my head while I entertained the strange thrill of my wife being taken by this particular East African man. I was bothered. I just couldn’t figure out which way. We met the two black men at their hotel, and I drove to the expensive restaurant which Mr Ngoro had chosen. Barbara sat in the back seat of the car with Mr Ngoro, while Mr Mugo-Maringa road up front with me. I could hear her giggling as he asked her if her husband minded her being out on her own. Looking directly at me in the rearview mirror she said, "What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, besides, he's a bit of an old duffer anyway. A woman needs more than a man like him." They all had a good laugh at “her husband’s” expense, and I joined in for appearances. As we drove on, I heard Barbara sigh. I glanced round to see Mr Ngoro kissing her. Her legs were wide open and his large black fingers had dropped furtively between her white thighs. We nearly had an accident as I swerved into the oncoming lane, and Phillipe Mugo-Maringa admonished me to concentrate on my driving. Once we’d reached the restaurant, and had gotten seated-- with the help of a picture of Ulysses S. Grant, I might add-- Barbara became very excitable, especially when Jawal nibbled on her ear lobe. About an hour and possibly five rounds of drinks later, Mr Jawal Ngoro surprised the hell out of me by openly handing me Barbara's damp panties to look after. Barbara was luminous, her skin flushed and her eyes shined as Jawal continued to finger her underneath our table. I could tell that while Mr Mugo-Maringa was displeased, Mr Ngoro had become delirious with sexual excitement. As for Barbara, well, she’d gone into heat. After the meal I offered to run them back to their hotel but Mr Ngoro said that since my wife was away, why not go back to my place for drinks and whatever else. What could I do or say? I needed the contract and I realized that for the first time in my life I might see or at least hear my wife being fucked by another man. My stomach twisted, and I began to sweat. I was supposed to be upset--not turned on. Once back home I fixed everyone a drink. Barbara had put some music on and was dancing with Jawal Ngoro. He’d hitched her dress up in back and his hands clutched at her naked bottom, his fingers dug into her butt crack to clasp her tightly against him. Their lips joined in a sensual kiss, and Barbara threw her arms slinkily around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. I couldn't help myself, I moaned softly, and a dribble of watery semen seeped out to stain my briefs. Jawal Ngoro sat my wife down on our plush sofa and pulled her dress up around her hips. Barbara responded by removing her dress entirely, unzipping Ngoro’s fly, and tugging his dress slacks down past his knees. While I gazed at my wife's sleek white body, I heard her whimper "Oh my god! Just look at you!" Then I received one of the biggest shocks of my life. I was looking at the largest black cock I’d ever laid my eyes upon, and of that I'm absolutely certain. He still hung down partly flaccid, but already his cock was more than ten inches long. His masculinity dangled between his legs like some horse’s huge rubbery member. Unsettled by looking at his slowly erecting cock, Barbara paled. Slowly she took his monster in her dainty hands and gently started massaging it with her tiny fingers. I couldn't see how she was going to take such a titanic organ into her loins without it having split her in two. I was shaken out of my stupor by Phillipe Mugo-Maringa who reached over to me and pushed me down to my knees. He informed me that if I was so intent upon watching, then I better slip between Barbara's long legs and lick her labia and cunt in order to prepare her for Mr Ngoro. As in a dream, I obediently did as I was told, lapping my tongue up and down the full length of Barbara's gash, feeling her cunt buck in my face. I heard her moaning so I looked up to see her licking and sucking Ngoro's slick black cock, its fat black head squeezed itself clear from his foreskin, now fully erect and probably longer than a foot in length. His black cock stood straight out like a fleshy black version of a policeman’s nightstick. I tried to go back to eating Veronica's pussy, when Mr Mugo-Maringa pulled me away. He threw me to the side as Jawal Ngoro moved between Barbara's splayed legs. I could just see her holding onto his massive shaft. Now guiding that huge shining black eight-ball of a knob between the soft dribbling folds of her labia, Barbara gasped out in consternation. After he raised her stockinged legs up over his shoulders, Barbara whispered something into Jawal’s ear. Then Mr Ngoro laughed and shook his head. “I never wear one of those!” Jawal announced. Wear one of what? Suddenly I realized Mr Ngoro meant that he wouldn't wear a condom, but I was certainly in no position to try to stop him. Barbara must have sensed it as well, because after a quiet sigh, she just resigned herself to taking his long thick cock as he continued to feed it into her yawning pink pussy. God, how she squealed as he took her. Realizing just how big he was, Barbara twisted and turned as Jawal worked himself up inside her. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. All I could do was stare as he pressed his thick cock inside her tight pink sheath. Sobs racked her body as Jawal forced inch after inch inside. When Ngoro had pushed close to eleven inches inside her, Barbara begged him to go slower. However, although her loins fought him as he rammed in and out, there was no stopping him now. Suddenly he’d thrust all the way inside her womb, his balls nestling against her loins. Ngoro just stood there moving his hips gently back and forth. Soon Barbara began to respond. Her cries of distress turned slowly into sobs of pleasure. She started to work her loins against him, grinding her hips into him, while he leaned over her, letting Barbara do all the work. Gasping under such exertion, Barbara shuddered and then squealed right into a tiny climax, which turned out to be the first of many that night. He pulled her down to the floor with her legs stretched over his shoulders, and then, kneeling purposefully over her, Ngoro fucked her hard. Meanwhile, aching ecstatically under him, Barbara whimpered. For over forty minutes he drove Barbara from one orgasm to the next until, wracked with passion, she was too weak to move. Ngoro carried on regardless of her misgivings, pausing only briefly to regain his composure or catch his breath. Finally he no longer bothered to hold himself back, and Barbara sensed that Jawal Ngoro was about to climax. Throwing away all caution, Barbara was urging him, indeed, begging Jawal to spray his cum inside her. He continued to increase his speed and his pace, fucking her harder and faster. When Jawal came, Barbara was frantic with both fright and delight, shrieking loud enough to be heard throughout the house. Phillipe Mugo-Maringa pushed me towards Mr Ngoro saying: "We must thank my chieftain for allowing us to watch him mate with this woman, then we must leave otherwise it will be on insult to him." Phillipe went up to Mr Ngoro and said: "Thank you, sir, for the honor you have bestowed upon me." Bowing slightly, I repeated Philipe’s words. Phillipe then demanded to me. “Drive me back to the hotel... I’ll need to get cleaned up and bring a change of clothing for my chieftain.” I resented being away from Barbara and the house for the two hours it took to complete that errand, but all I could do to console myself was to think: “Five hundred thousand dollars!” Since my mind was full of what I had seen earlier, I didn't get much sleep that night. Frequently my thoughts were interrupted from the sounds of our bed creaking upstairs. I listened to Barbara moan and squeal as Jawal Ngoro took her again. I knew down deep that I actually enjoyed hearing the sounds of Barbara being FUCKED by that massively endowed black African. The next morning that snoop Mugo-Maringa uncovered proof that Barbara was in fact my wife and not my secretary. The most obvious thing we didn’t consider were the various wedding photos in the den. Phillipe was adamant about striding into the bedroom to inform his chieftain of our duplicity, but I stopped him by suggesting that he allow Mr Ngoro to sleep. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tattle on us. However Jawal Ngoro made his own discovery soon enough. Mr Ngoro called out in Swahili for Mugo-Moringa to come into the bedroom. Both men traded information before they asked us why we’d gone through our elaborate deception. “Was it merely for the sake of getting our business, or had we done this before?” Barbara fielded that question beautifully by telling them that she’d convinced me to go along with this charade for the sake of her own excitement over the exciting prospect of humbling herself respectfully and sexually to Mr Ngoro. But Jawal Ngoro appeared to be genuinely hurt. Angry, he let slip that he had been hoping to find a white slut while he was in this country, and last night Barbara seemed to be the perfect candidate. Barbara consoled him by whispering to him that she thought his idea would make a splendid arrangement. Mugo-Maringa and I stood by watching my naked white wife lean close to Ngoro’s ear to politely ask the naked black man standing in my bedroom if the two of them could continue their relationship. Ngoro signaled that Barbara and I should leave our own bedroom while he talked to Mugo Maringa. So I escorted my naked wife out into the hallway. The two of us went into the bathroom to talk. “What do think you’re doing.....overseas slut?" "I’m saving both of our asses.... And the company contracts, as well.” The two African men conversed in privacy for a long time. We continued to wait. Barbara couldn’t even get dressed. All of her clothes were in the bedroom. After ten minutes Phillipe called out for us to return to the bedroom. Jawal Ngoro beckoned Barbara to his side and asked her something in a voice so low that I couldn’t overhear. Barbara nodded her head and then nestled her soft white body into his arms so that she could kiss him right in front of Phillipe Mugo-Maringa and me. They told me that if I agreed to have Barbara go back to Ngoro's hotel room each night for the remaining two weeks of his visit, the business contract would continue. I looked at Barbara and she signaled for me to agree to that condition. I had a lot of unspoken reservations, but, I consented to their terms. Before she accompanied him back to his hotel, I asked Barbara what he’d said to her in private. Blushing red, she said she’d tell me later. Jawal Ngoro didn’t leave at the end of the two weeks, although Phillipe Mugo Maringa left for Tanzania after a few days. Barbara continued to meet Mr Ngoro at his hotel for lunch every day and each night after work. Under our agreement, Barbara could come home to see me once a day for breakfast and a change of clothes. Finally after seventeen days, Barbara came into the office with a big fat contract signed, sealed, and dropped on my desk. “This is a six year contract. Potentially it’s worth more than three million dollars per year.” My mouth dropped open. “Three million!" "Oh, and I saw Jawal off at the airport before I came in to the office." "He’s leaving? I’m surprised." "Once we’d completed our part of the bargain, Jawal found urgent business back home in Tanzania.” “So we’ve completed our part of the bargain?” I asked her. “Oh yes...we bought a home pregnancy test three nights ago, and I tested positive. So he took me to a clinic to have me tested by a doctor.” “Are you pregnant?” She nodded. “That was our bargain all along." "And you’re sure the baby’s his?" "Well, I am his overseas slut.” I soon received a personal e-mail from Phillipe Mugo-Maringa telling me that it is a great honor to have my wife chosen to mate with such an important man. He said that they all hope that I truly understand the importance of the bargain. Barbara knows that her child will be well taken care of by Mr Ngoro and his company. I sent Phillipe Mugo-Maringa back an e-mail with eight words: “I understand. Be assured I’ll do my best.” The fact is Barbara could hardly wait until the baby was born, so that she and Jawal might enjoy renewing their intimacy. A little over ten months later Mr Ngoro returned to our home. This time he traveled alone. It hadn’t been more than seven or eight weeks since Barbara had delivered the surprise butter brown baby which had so flustered our family and friends. She’d told me that she hadn’t healed enough from Katrinka’s birth yet to allow me to reassert my own husbandly rights to sex with her, and then came the cable from East Africa informing us of Jawal Ngoro’s impending flight and arrival time at the airport. On that day I stayed at the office to give Barbara the opportunity to meet him at the airport while allowing Ngoro some private time to share with Veronica and the baby. When I returned home later that afternoon, Jawal Ngoro was sitting there in our house chatting with Barbara and looking contentedly at his little girl. Things were different this time. Now both relaxed and pleasant natured, Mr Ngoro stood up to gave me a hug in greeting. I noticed that he and Veronica were lounging in comfortable terry cloth robes talking. I could see Barbara’s white breasts jutting out from the open folds of her robe as baby Katrinka suckled at her large nipples now brown from hormonal changes. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on underneath their robes, and I was dying to ask them if they’d already been to bed together, but I held back, not wanting to insult him. I could tell that my wife still found him engaging by the way she hung on his every word. The flirtatious looks she gave him, as their eyes met over the caramel colored infant girl that he’d fathered, spoke more than the proverbial thousand words. I could tell Barbara was bonded to him still, and Jawal obviously had planned on staying at our home for as long as he possibly could. Then Mr Ngoro dropped a quiet little bomb on me. “Barbara has agreed to extend the length of your contract with my country for another five years. I hope that is welcome news.” In plain language, Jawal was telling me that he and Barbara were trading a brand new five year contract for another baby. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes. Yes, of course. That’s...that is wonderful news. Is this what you really want, Barbara?” She smiled at me and nodded her head. “ Jawal will have someplace to sleep while he’s here.” It was apparent to all of us that Jawal would be sleeping in her bed for the rest of his stay. I added more fuel to the fire when I asked Ngoro if he was pleased to see the baby. Jawal replied that he was delighted, adding how happy he was to see his how his own East African features sculpted into his daughter’s coffee colored face even as her dark lips nursed at her mother’s pale breast. I too understood his emotional excitement. Every time Barbara nursed her little mixed race darling, I found myself staring in awe at the way Katrinka’s dark maple skin contrasted against her mother’s milky breasts. Yet, there was so much of Barbara in Katrinka’s soul, that it was easy to see how much like mother and daughter they really were. “We’re going to put the baby down in her crib.” My heart raced as she exchanged a knowing look with me. “Our guest has had a long trip and he really needs to get to bed.” Barbara told me later that Jawal smiled as he entered the bedroom and saw that we had purchased such a beautiful infant crib. He was touched by the fact that he and Barbara would be together in the same room with their baby daughter. Ngoro pushed the door closed, and after Barbara put the baby into the crib, he moved towards her. Barbara told me that her legs turned to jelly. As he pulled her body to him she pressed her face against his and raised her lips in expectation. Ngoro gently kissed Barbara's face, neck and ears and with urgency building up, then Barbara told me that she’d initiated a new kiss-- plying her tongue into his mouth while they fondled each other. Barbara felt Jawal's cock grow, its hardness prodded against her abdomen as he slowly ran one hand up to her breasts and the other beneath her robe to feel her buttocks. Soon loosened and peeled away from her shoulders, Barbara’s eyes followed her robe to the floor. Jawal Ngoro slowly lowered his kisses to her neck and breasts, gently tonguing her erect nipples. Barbara gave herself totally to Ngoro's seduction as he ran his hands along her abdomen to feel her pubic mound and slip his index finger into her moist, warm cunt, fondling her clit. Undoing Ngoro's terrycloth wrap, Barbara pressed her breasts against his well-muscled chest. Her hands trembled as she reached down lightly with her fingers to caress his huge, hard erection. Barbara felt Jawal's hands pushing her shoulders down, and she obediently knelt before him. Gasping as his enormous erection sprang forth from the enclosing robe, Barbara continued to play with and caress the African’s large black cock. Soon his robe too joined the other clothes strewn on the floor. As he ran his hands through Veronica's hair Jawal moaned as she gently kissed the bulbous head of his ebony shaft, opening her mouth wide to accept it. Once in her mouth Barbara licked and lathered it with her tongue. Barbara told me later that she was still amazed by the size of Jawal's bigger than normal black cock. Even when gripped by two hands, it seemed that over half his erected length was still exposed. Barbara spent ten minutes carefully kissing and licking the length of his black cock. Delaying his orgasm, Ngoro asked Barbara to stop, and he then pulled her up from the floor so they could lay down on the bed together. At this point Barbara told me that she asked Ngoro to be careful as she was not totally healed from Katrinka’s delivery. Ngoro was lying on his side, his giant cock erect and menacing. He looked the perfect male specimen with rippling stomach muscles, a slim waist and strong thigh muscles. His body had that wrought iron color which shown blue-black against the white bed sheets or the pale whiteness of my wife. Undeterred, Ngoro reached for Barbara. “I plan on being very careful,” As he pulled my wife onto the bed, Barbara lay back as Jawal parted her legs and massaged her pussy beneath the blonde thatch of pubic hair. Moving between her legs, Ngoro leaned forward and, holding his cock, rubbed the pool ball sized head up and down my wife's labia, prodding deliberately at her clit. Barbara swooned and moaned as she arched her pubic mound upwards to coax Jawal into her. After Ngoro nudged the head of his cock between Barbara's cunt lips, he pushed softly forward. Barbara's cunt lips parted and stretched wide to accept the enormous head. She gasped out, “Oh shit, I forgot how incredible you are!” Jawal Ngoro slowly pushed his manhood into her, inch by inch until their pubic hairs joined in total union. It still seems incredible to me that Barbara's body could accommodate such a monster cock. Gripping her hips and buttocks, he cautiously began to thrust in and out, his balls slapping against my wife's bottom. Barbara undulated beneath him, meeting each of his thrusts with an upward arch of her pelvis. Ten months from the time she’d last fucked him, Barbara remembered the thrill of accommodating his length and breadth all over again. Her first orgasm was sweet and powerful. She gripped him with her legs as she sobbed through her shattering climax. Urging Ngoro not to stop until he too reached his peak, Barbara felt his body shudder, and Jawal spewed his living sperm into her. The baby was beginning to fuss, so Barbara took time out to change her diaper and nurse her back to sleep. “The various medical books say that nursing a baby delays a woman’s ovulation and her ability to become pregnant,” Veronica pointed out. “In my country’s experience, we find that fact to not necessarily be true." "Really?" "Often women who are nursing one infant find themselves quickened with yet another.” Afterwards she and Jawal rested in each other's arms, kissing passionately. Although their passion flared anew, the result was surprisingly brief. Jawal Ngoro rolled my wife over onto all fours and positioned himself behind her. He primed his erection by rubbing his cock between her buttocks. Again, as his cock pushed into her cunt, it seemed impossible that its massive girth and length should not cause unbearable pain. But no, stretched from the delivery of his baby, Barbara accepted him willingly. Gripping Barbara's hips, Ngoro pulled my wife towards him with each inward thrust and pushed her away with each outward movement so that she jerked back and forth. Barbara lasted only a few minutes under his vigorous onslaught, and then her arms collapsed as she orgasmed, crying out into the pillow. Making no attempt to withdraw, Ngoro came soon afterwards, leaving rivers of sperm dribbling out of Barbara's cunt and flowing down her legs. At the end of the first week and approximately thirty some episodes by my reckoning, Barbara took her first home pregnancy test. It was negative. She took a cab to the office the next morning in order to meet privately with me. “Jawal wants me and the baby to fly back to Dar es Salaam with him.” “What!?! When did this come about?" "It’s only for a month or so, dear. He wants to show Katrinka off to his family." "And show her mother off to his friends. What about the contract?” “We’ll ‘firm up the details’ in Dar es Salaam.” Such a wonderful euphemism. Jawal Ngoro would be firm all right. In fact, he’ll be totally erect, and as for the details, that meant that Barbara would conceive and carry a second black embryo in her womb. “Only a month...you mean it?" "Only a month.” Veronica came into my arms and gave me a long kiss. “It’ll go by quickly, darling. I promise. Good-bye.” “You mean you’re leaving now?" "Yes.” Finally I said: “Please, don’t go, Barbara.” “I’ll bring a brand new contract home with me when I return.” Stunned all I could do was to nod. Suddenly my wife, my best client, and their baby were going to go half-way around the world, and, for some reason, I suspected the worst. Barbara had fallen totally in love with Jawal Ngoro, and his magnificent, monstrous black cock. Jawal was able to provide her with a cock in her cunt, and orgasms I couldn't even come close to providing. Barbara was completely serious about her earlier statement: her own excitement over the exciting prospect of humbling herself respectfully and sexually to Mr Ngoro. In his country, most native women go topless, proudly showing their unfettered breasts to all on the street. Barbara would be among them with her tits on view all the time. At home, she would be kept naked, ready to fuck constantly. Barbara was going to become breeding stock for him.... and possibly other big-cocked black men in Africa. This 'one month' might stretch out over an eternity. As she left, I knew that I’d lost my Barbara forever.     Posted on : Feb 26, 2024     Add Comment