|
Barbara becomes the Company Slut
|
Barbara squirmed in the arms of Omari Washington, he was holding her too close and she was feeling overpowered by his closeness. It was inappropriate! Her hands sought his to pull them away from her delightfully curvy bottom.
It had all started innocently enough. They had been delighted to be invited to a welcoming party. Most of the Company Director's were present. All were African. Not a surprise really. Most of the managers were white, and they were here with their wives and those daughters old enough to drink and socialize. Some of the girls looked too young to be drinking, but no one seemed to care. The dancing had been wild and carefree, very modern.
Barbara had danced with all of the African Company Directors. It seemed to be the right thing to do. Dean had been drinking heavily as was not his style, but he had not embarrassed her yet. Near the end of the evening the music switched to mood music and Barbara had not resisted when the African she had been dancing with had pulled her close. It would have been rude. Now she regretted not immediately returning to her husband.
The slow dance had turned into a wrestling match, with an African with six, remarkably strong arms and the libido of a teenage boy who has discovered sex for the first time!
Barbara glanced across the room for her husband seeking his help. Dean was helping himself to another drink. Barbara cringed inwardly. How many had he drunk tonight? She had lost count of the number of drinks her husband had drunk since arriving at the party.
Ever since they had discovered this lovely brandy based drink laced with lemonade, orange, banana and various exotic fruits she still did not know the name of yet, they had both fallen in love with it.
Unfortunately it was quite strong and Dean was not one for moderation. He had probably already drunk well beyond his limit. Not that they worried too much. In the one month since arriving in Zimbabwe they had only seen one police car, and the driver of that had been clearly drunk himself.
It had given them both quite a fright trying to negotiate around a police car weaving all over the road.
'Ooooh!'
Barbara's hand rose to slap Omari's face.
The grinning African had just squeezed one of her full and jutting breasts!
Omari received her slap with a grin and took advantage of her waving arm to slide his arm around her supple waist and urge her a few feet further to the left. Barbara pushed at his chest. It was like pushing a brick wall. Her pushing seemed to have no effect on him at all, while he had one arm around her waist. The result of pushing away from him while her own waist was pinned by his arm was to rub her hips against him.
Omari grinned as she squirmed in his arms. Omari loved the feel of this white woman in his arms. Taking a deep breath he relished her fresh smell, a warm homely smell of fresh clean white womanhood. White women smelt differently to African women and Omari loved that smell. She seemed devoid of any scent, but her natural smell was delightful. He looked down at her flowing blond hair, which flowed across her shoulders. His hands ran down her arms, stroking the soft velvet seeming skin.
Barbara squirmed free of his wandering hands, but they dropped to her waist.
Omari's large hands grasped her waist. With one hand holding her firm, his other hand slipped under her top caressing the soft flesh. He loved the way she twisted and squirmed to free herself. This white woman was truly lovely. He pulled her forward and rubbed himself against her softness. He watched her look of annoyance and frustration. She was trying to be polite to avoid creating a scene with her husband's employer.
He grinned. He enjoyed moments like this. His hand slid lower. He cupped and held her tightly packed derriere. Her bottom was soft, and curvy. Barbara squirmed free again, and his hand slid back to her waist.
His cock was stiff and hard and he rubbed it against her, delighting in the softness of her body and Barbara politely struggled against him. Barbara could feel his cock, hot against her thigh, rub slowly back and forth.
Barbara pulled her hips back and wrestled with his arm. Unfortunately, in pushing her hips away and trying to wrench free, her upper body swung round and all of a sudden she found her breasts crushed against his chest. The hand that had squeezed her breast now circled her shoulder and pulled her close squashing her full breasts against his chest.
She slapped him again.
Omari's grin widened at the feisty response of this lovely American wife and pulled her close.
She flushed!
This was impossible.....where was her husband?
Omari relished the feel the white woman's full rounded, breasts crushed against his chest. Not many African women had the full, firm, jutting, roundness owned by Dean's lovely wife. The feel of them rubbing against his chest excited him further, he looked forward to holding and caressing them, kissing and sucking them. Even through their clothes he could feel the tell tale stiffness of her nipples. The woman was aroused despite all her protests.
He would make Barbara squeal when he squeezed and twisted those taut buds. He twirled her around while she was off balance, and then edged her a few feet closer to the corridor leading to the bedrooms.
The other dancers casually moved aside as he slowly worked the unwitting female closer to the bedrooms. All in the room knew what was intended except Dean and Barbara.
Sarah, Tania, and Laura watched with envy and desire as Barbara was coaxed and wrestled across the room.
Bob, John, and Gary watched with barely suppressed excitement at the thought of what the African men were going to do with Dean's lovely wife. Bob, John and Gary were very excited and aroused about what the Africans were going to be doing tonight between those lovely legs, and the tight cheeks of Barbara's rounded bottom.
The thought of that lovely head being held in place at an African's loins while a black cock was thrust between her lips was steadily driving them wild. Barbara was going to experience that which their own wives and daughters had experienced. The 'oh so clever' Dean was going to be cuckolded in typical African style, by multiple African men between his wife's legs. She may resist now, that just added to the excitement.
Eighteen year olds Susan and Rebecca, pouted in annoyance at the woman who was stealing the attention of the African men from their own eager and anxious young bodies. They were both hot and excited and eager to be fucked tonight.
Barbara was lovely. She was in the full bloom of her womanhood. Barbara was only five foot tall, but exceptionally shapely, with wavy blond hair. Spectacularly full and firm breasts enhanced by the tight tops Barbara had worn since her womanhood had sprouted into being. Barbara has a supple waist, above a rounded peach-like derriere that had drawn hungry eyes and turning heads since she was 16. Full, shapely legs that give her bottom a delightful and natural sway as she walked.
The African Company Directors supped their drinks and cursed that it is was Omari's turn to break in the new employee's wife. His massive black cock would be the first to stretch open her undoubted tightness. They sipped their drinks, and eyed Sarah, Tania, Laura, Susan, and Rebecca wondering which to spend time with before they got their own chance with the lovely Barbara.
Now that bundle of delightful womanhood was in the arms of a strong determined African who knew what he wanted, and was going to get what he wanted.
Dean struggled to his feet. He could sense the atmosphere in the room. Across the room he saw his wife in the arms of the Director. She seemed to be struggling with him. He shook his head to clear the alcohol, and looked again. This time Barbara was held close, and they seemed to be moving, dancing slowly. All the other couples were dancing slow and close.
He took another drink, and looked across at Barbara and Omari. Through a haze he watched Omari's black hand move from his wife's waist. Slide lower, and cup and thoroughly caress his wife's curvy ass. His black hand was starkly outlined on the bright whiteness of the tightly fitting jeans.
He moved to walk towards Barbara and Omari, but paused as a wave of vertigo assaulted him. For once he wished he had not drunk so much. Regaining control he walked over to Barbara and Omari. Only to discover they were no longer there!
Puzzled he looked around. Over the shoulder of the Managing Director, Zyair, who was standing in the doorway. He noticed Barbara and Omari at the other end of the corridor. Barbara was struggling and pushing against him. Her lovely slightly tanned arms tight against the African's chest. He had his arms wrapped around her and was urging her towards the far door.
He struggled to contain the sudden surge in his throat. To curb the sickness he suddenly felt.
'That's my wife!'
He waved his arms, and then struggled to overcome the resulting dizziness.
Zyair glanced behind him then down at the drunken American. He hoped he had not recruited a drunkard. He expected a full hard working commitment from Dean even if he and his friends were fucking his wife.
'Stop him...please?'
Zyair liked to hear white men beg. Not as much as he liked to hear their wives and daughters beg, but it was nice to see these so called professional experts reduced to begging.
He always responded well to a woman's begging pleas.
Dean was out of luck, however.
'Don't be silly Dean. You have had too much to drink. Do not make a scene.'
'But...but...' he gestured and sought to move forward. Zyair's bulk blocked his way forward. 'She...he...'
Tania, John's wife, came forward and looked over Zyair's shoulder.
'Are you OK, Barbara?'
Barbara looked down the corridor. She could not see her husband hidden behind Zyair's bulk. She saw Tania and rolled her eyes at her. She struggled to get her arms free and wave to her. Breathless and panting from her struggle, she was wordless.
Tania turned to Dean and laid her hand on his arm.
'She's OK.'
'But he is forcing her into that room.'
'No, not really, has she called out to you? Asked for your help? She is not fighting, and kicking and screaming! I think you have drunk too much and misunderstood the situation.'
Dean looked over Zyair's shoulder. Omari had opened the door at the end of the corridor. With a lightning movement his left hand dived down over her bottom and with a quick flick of the wrist he goosed her.
Dean watched as Barbara seemed to leap into the air and bounded into the room. Omari grinned and followed her into the room closing the door behind them
Zyair grinned at Tania and Dean. He slipped a hand around Tania's waist while his free hand dipped into the front of Tania's dress. Dean watched disbelieving as her full, round white breast popped out of her dress. He stared at the black hand holding and caressing that white fullness.
Befuddled he turned to see Tania's husband Richard approach with a fresh drink. Dean took the drink astonished that Richard showed no anger or concern at Zyair's open caress of Tania's breast.
Dean was confused.
Barbara gasped as the breath was knocked from her body. Omari had slammed her back up against the wall then pinned her against it. His hand reached for her long hair and jerked her head back.
Barbara's squeal was smothered as his lips found hers. Shocked by his fierce demanding mouth sought hers and the pain from her hair. Almost without realizing she was doing it... she was kissing him back. Their lips crushed together, seeking pleasure. His hard demanding mouth was electrifying.
Barbara squealed again as his dark hand dove between her legs.
The animal!
He was so rough!
So forceful!
The teenage boy had transformed into a demanding lusting man and her knees were weak. His hand jerked her hair again. Barbara whimpered into his mouth and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue darted into his mouth.
Her hand feebly tried to push his hand from between her legs with little effect.
He cupped her mound and stroked and petted the pussy within. Barbara moaned into his mouth.
His hand rose from between her legs. Strong fingers snapped free the button for her white jeans.
The sound of her zipper being lowered sent Barbara into another frenzy of struggling.
Dean!
Dean!!!
Barbara struggled thinking of her husband.
Omari's dark hand slid inside the front of her jeans. He slid deep inside her panties.
Barbara struggled desperately to keep his hands from her private parts, anxious that he should not discover her excited state. It was so shameful that a man should arouse her other than her beloved husband Dean.
Her struggles only delayed the inevitable.
A thick black finger slid through the wet aroused lips of her feminine centre. It hooked through the soft hair, and pushed up and in.
Barbara moaned into his mouth. As his lips broke free from hers, she looked up into his eyes. Grinning, laughing eyes that look down into hers.
With a little thrust his finger slipped further up inside her past the first knuckle, and in to the second knuckle.
'So wet.'
Barbara struggled not to slide down the wall. Her knees trembled. The finger circled inside her.
'Oooooh.....'No!'
His finger circled and his thumb found her clitoris.
'Ooooooooh!'
'Whore.'
'Nooo!'
He grinned and nodded at her as his finger aroused and excited her.
'You love it....you lovely American slut.'
Barbara was shocked to be talked to like this. What right had this man to call her such names or to treat her like this?
Then his finger circled deeper and she nearly swooned at the pleasure. His finger slipped out …. and Barbara found herself wishing it back in.
His hands were at her waist pushing down her jeans, Barbara wriggled her hips to help the process, her panties falling with them.
She was pinned back against the wall in his arms again, as he again kissed. his hands had slid up inside her top. Barbara offered no resistance as his large, calloused hands seized and caressed the full, jutting mounds.
He reached for her top and pulled her closer. In a moment he had shredded her top. She was naked.
Omari reached out for her hair twirling it into his hand. He pulled it tight, twisting her around and using his grip on her hair hurled her onto the bed.
Barbara stumbled across the room, collapsing onto the bed. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him.
He stood there above her.
Incredible, she thought. Here is a man who has stripped her, aroused her, and hurled her onto the bed, and there he stands still immaculate dressed.
She made no effort to get up from the bed. She watched as he unfastened his tie. Removed his jacket and took off his shirt. She watched as he unfastened his belt and laid it aside. He unfastened and removed his trousers.
Barbara stared.
The cock inside Omari pants was huge. It was twelve full inches. Barbara edged backwards on the bed, suddenly afraid. He laughed and grabbed her slim white ankles in his large black hands and pulled her closer.
Omari mounted Barbara. He stretched her. Stretched her unbelievably, but it felt good.
It felt more than good. It was terrific. She writhed and squirmed beneath him. His black body above hers rose and fell. Humped and thrust.
Barbara clasped him tight and thrust herself back at him. Loving the incredible sensation his black cock was giving her. She had never dreamed a cock could be as big as this or could be so long and so thick. That such a size could fit inside her. That it could feel so incredibly good. This was much better than sex with her loving caring husband!
Barbara squealed and gasped. Panted and groaned.
Barbara urged him deeper.
When Omari came inside Barbara it was like a hot geyser shooting up into the sky.
She nearly fainted from the pleasure and orgasm it gave her.
Barbara was hooked!
She lay sated and satisfied on the bed as he dressed. She would have been shocked and horrified to discover that today Omari was celebrating his sixtieth birthday. Later she discovered his age. She still found herself helpless to resist his advances.
As he left the room, another Company Director, Kibi entered the room.
Barbara smiled, she invited him and he advanced on her. His dark hands grasped her shoulders and pushed her backwards onto the bed.
Barbara looked up at him, as he started to undress. Her eyes fell unconsciously to his trousers. Her eyes widened at the large bulge in his trousers. She lay back on the bed resting on her elbows as he stripped.
As he climbed onto the bed she spread her lovely legs for him. Barbara begged him to fuck her.
It was incredible that two men should have such large cocks. There were three more Company Directors at that party.
Barbara was not disappointed with the size of any of them. Nor were they with her performance and response.
Barbara enthusiastically and willingly offered her body to them, taking their massive black African cocks deep inside her.
Dean woke up the next day with a huge hangover, and very little memory of the night before. What memory he did have, he suppressed.
After the party Barbara was fucked daily by big African cock.
The directors kept Dean busy in the office or on business trips, so they could keep Barbara filled with big African cock.
When Dean returns from his current business trip Barbara will have to tell him she is pregnant. She does not know who the father is except that it is not her husband's child. The child will be black. Dean still has 20 months left on his contract.
How many more black African babies will she produce?
|
|
|
Posted on : Dec 2, 2024
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|