Note : This story is completely fictional!
African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally
different that that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws
enforced to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of
sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of kidnapped teen women, wives
and daughters, have been forced into prostitution and sex slavery.... especially
the young white ones. Many rich black African men lust for white women and have
impregnated many of them as payback for the white man's past wrongs in dividing
the African continent.
Working as an oil engineer in several African countries during the early 1970's
and also a few year later, I encountered many bizarre things but have not
revealed them until recently. There are some things about Africa that have drawn
little press and that are hidden from the American public. Little has been
published about the black African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who
took sexual advantage of white businessmen and their families. If brought to the
public's attention there would be an outcry as to why these things happened.
The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later
became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the
daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people
It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several
contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been
in Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over
several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was
favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.
As I entered the villa where he and his family lived I noticed several expensive
automobiles parked outside. The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the
door. As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as Atkins and his
family along with several guests were in the family room.
A bizarre setting in that there were five very black Africans seated on the
chairs and sofa with Atkins' three young blonde 18yo daughters sitting on
several of their laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy
families and worked for the company that Atkins was employed by. His wife, Joan,
was seated next to one of the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she
was pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and greeted me. "My
apologies for interrupting on your meeting but Mr. Motambi gave me these
contracts to deliver to you," I said. I could not help but notice that I was in
the wrong place at the wrong time but none of them except for Atkins seem to
acknowledge my presence. The Africans appeared high on something and were
enjoying the blonde playthings wallowing in their laps.
After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast room, he suggested we
go outside onto the patio. As we walked through the large family room I couldn't
help but again notice his wife and two daughters sitting so close to the black
Africans or on their lap. The lighting had become a bit dim with the drapes
closed and it was just about sunset but I could tell there were some black hands
under the skirt of one of the daughters and also in his wife's blouse.
The oldest daughter, Sandy, a junior in college and home for spring break, was
dressed in a short skirt and low cut blouse. She was now slow dancing with a
tall black African in the parlor. Her blonde hair and pale skin was such a
contrast to the charcoal skin of the tall African who was in short-sleeve shirt
and tie. His black muscular arm was holding her tightly against him while his
other arm draped down her side with his hand holding her bottom. Sandy’s head
was rested against his chest and she appeared to enjoy the close contact. Her
father did not know but Sandy had experienced black sex after only three weeks
in country. Her first being a black African senior college student. She had also
had sex with a black professor several times.
The second youngest daughter, Cindy, also in college, was sitting on the lap of
a very black African on the couch with an with his arm draped over her left
shoulder while his right hand was laying on her leg just under her short skirt.
The lighting was dim and her mom was seated close to another African with
wandering hands. Her mom had told her daughters to treat these black Africans
with respect and entertain them with friendliness. What she did not tell them,
except for Sandy, was just how friendly these black men would expect.
The girls knew that their daddy was about to have his contract extended and that
they were expected to entertain his bosses for dinner and drinks. Cindy, had
dated but never had sex with a black African….let alone a man over twice her
age. She seemed intrigued with the shiny gold Rolex that snugly adorned his left
wrist. She was also trying to be grown up in the presence of important black
men. Her mom smiled as Cindy rubbed the African’s gold watch.
The youngest daughter who just graduated from high school, Jenny, had been
seated next to one of the Africans. She was a little uncomfortable watching her
mom and sisters being touched by these black men. She asked her mom if she could
go to the den and play games. Her mom smiled and thought for a moment, "why
don't you take one of our guests with you and teach them how to play Monopoly
dear. I want you girls to entertain these men since they are our guests and are
also very influential in your father getting a new contract. The African smiled
and replied, " I would really enjoy learning this game you call Monopoly." Jenny
nodded okay and took the African's hand as she guided him to the back den. Her
mother then placed her arms around the African beside her and gave him a long
french kiss as he rubbed her loins. "I certainly hope he enjoys learning the
game," she said sheepishly. "Oh, he will indeed madam...he will indeed," the
Cindy was really high on the African herb they had smoked and the touch by this
black African was titillating. Her mom, also being fondled by black hands, was
enjoying the sight of her young girl also being touched by black hands. The
African's hand had slowly moved further up her skirt but Cindy, not noticing,
was just chatting away and pleased with the attention. Before long his black
hand crept even further and began slightly touching her vagina. His left arm was
around her shoulder and his hand slid down and into her blouse and began
fondling her breast. Her mother glanced over and could see the reflection of the
African's Rolex crystal glittering as he fondled her daughter's breast. Cindy,
although high on herb, was a bit shocked but his hands felt so masculine and
good that she slightly parted her legs as two of his fingers pressed softly into
her vagina. His Rolex felt cool to her skin and also excited her. As she
squirmed on his lap she felt his manhood getting rock hard.
She never ever thought she would be letting a black man, a stranger, fondle her
like this....but she was becoming absorbed in a captive feeling with black arms
and hands molesting her and black lips kissing her neck. Her vagina was very wet
and her heart was pounding. The African then whispered in her ear asking her to
invite him to her bedroom. He only wanted to lay next to her body and
kiss....promising not to harm her.
Cindy was gullible and high on herb so she said yes. They held hands and walked
briskly to the back bedroom and shut the door. The African and Cindy then
cuddled on the bed as he again fingered her vagina. Then he lowered his head as
he pulled her panties down and began kissing and licking her. It felt so good
that Cindy did not object. His tongue was now inside her and Cindy wrapped her
legs around him.
An orgasm shot through her as she soon realized that she was being "eaten" by a
black African. Never in her young life had this happened so it was orgasmic joy.
Within minutes, the African shed his and her clothes and then spread her legs
again. Cindy felt something large entering her vagina. "Please put a rubber on,
please," she pleaded. "No girl, you're getting all meat, black meat, he snarled
Her mother in the bedroom next to hers, could hear her daughter's squeals as she
was impaled on and pounded by a big black cock. Joan, who was held between two
pounding Africans, was even more titillated hearing her daughter, Cindy, finally
being black fucked and hard.
Cindy had her legs wrapped around this African's buttocks and he held her wrists
down to her sides as he kept pounding. Cindy had saliva drooling from her mouth
and her blue eyes were open wide and teary. This black demon was in full control
and she was helpless to stop him. She knew that his seed was going to explode
into her. With a jolt of his muscular body and even more stiffness in his black
shaft.... he spewed his jism into this young white girl. Cindy felt what seemed
like ounces of cum invade her belly and another orgasm erupted. The earth had
Her mom, Joan, had instructed the girls to make the Africans feel welcomed. What
she did not divulge to them was that she and her husband knew that on this night
the girls would be exposed to black lust. Atkins’ new contract was worth a
million dollar salary over the next 18 months. Joan, who had already been bedded
by his boss and several supervisors, had tried to convince her husband that it
was inevitable the girls would not return to the states before experiencing
Joan, at first, wanted nothing to do with having interracial sex. Then, after
having a 10" black cock pound her one night....she became a slut for black men.
She became infatuated with seeing that her daughters also have black lovers. One
could say that she was crazy but Joan's obsession with black sex had charred her
mind and she was intent in having her daughters exposed to it.
Normally I would question a mother's devotion to her children by inviting this
sort of thing but I had witnessed several times before how white women were
drawn into sex with black men and some of them thought nothing of subjecting
their daughter to it. This is truly macabre to the white civilized world but in
Africa there were strange things occurring. I still question this but it is
Atkins had initially revolted at her prediction and was adamant in saying he
would protect his daughters from being subjected to sex with these black men.
“Not my young daughters, no way.” Atkins protested. This was the situation when
his family first joined him in Africa two months ago. Joan knew differently and
worked on her husband’s mindset even harder.
She had heard the stories from other wives about how they and their daughters
were taken by black Africans willing or unwilling. Many ex-pat families were
invited to parties and while the husbands drank and gambled , some of the wives
and daughters were danced with, groped and led to a bedroom or limo where after
being drunk or drugged.... a black cock impaled their white bottoms. They
remained silent in fear of their husbands and fathers loosing their jobs.
Also a number of families had black domestics that did the house cleaning and
gardening. When the husbands or fathers were at work during the day or sent out
of town on business, these black domestics enticed many of the lonely white
wives into sex. These wives had also heard of the black man’s sexual lust and
many became a victim because they enjoyably had teased them by wearing swimsuits
at the pool or a scanty dress.
These black Africans would not take no for an answer and many wives were fucked
silly because they slightly opened the door of opportunity. After their first
fuck, many not all, soon found themselves wanting more of what their white
husbands could not give them. A large, stiff, rigid black cock inside them as
they were held tightly under a black pounding African.
This in turn opened the availability for the black men to put a cock in their
young daughters. They even used the wife’s seduction against her in order to
blackmail them into surrendering their young little darlings. Before long
mothers and daughters would be taken at the same time as they watched each other
being ravaged by black lust. The daughters usually squealed louder than the
mothers, which pleased the Africans.
Another little known lustful practice, was to entice a mother and daughter while
their father was away on business. Nothing was more exciting to these black
warriors than to watch both mother and daughter laying around their swimming
pool in bikini swim suits. They would enter the pool area asking them if they
needed domestic workers. Most of the time, the mother or daughter would know one
of them and not feel intimidated.
With the husband away, the women got their jollies by walking around or jumping
in the pool....sort of teasing the black men.
They were gullible in thinking that these black men would not be forward. These
black men saw an opening of opportunity and played the game very well. They
would laugh, tell jokes and amuse the women. Before long, drinks would be
offered to them and the women would begin drinking.
Sometimes, the Africans would introduce "Jambi" which was a strong pot. Before
long, several Africans would shed their shirts and slide into the pool. The
mother and daughter, a bit high, would join them in a playful manner. Soon black
bodies would slightly rub up against white bodies and before long, there was
closer contact. The more they drank or smoked....the more the white bodies would
have black hands exploring them.
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