David Burton gripped the steering wheel hard as he drove downtown. A slight sweat beaded his brow. He glanced in the rear view mirror. His beautiful ******** sat there quietly. Her sapphire blue eyes watching the passing scenery as the light faded and another magnificent sunset broke over the African city of Harare.
His thoughts were far from the sunset, just one of many hundred panoramic and beautiful sunsets he had seen over the last 21 months.
As she turned her head and looked through the other window, her rich blond curls seemed to catch the fading light. Reflected through the rich yellow strands her pretty face seemed to be captured in a radiant glory.
At that moment she could have looked like an angel from heaven.
His heart lurched at her youthful beauty and his hands gripped the wheel so tightly he almost felt that in a moment it would snap in his hands.
He was taking his ******** for a date with a black man.
Not a handsome young African her own age.
A middle aged corpulent African nearly 10 years older than David himself! Nasam Togbi was the African President of African Conglomerate Trading. He was rich, powerful and influential, and he liked teenage white girls like David's 18yo ******** Tammy.
The sweat on his forehead dripped, though the heat of the day was passed. He dragged his gaze back to the road. Not that there was a lot of traffic in this early evening period.
Harare did not have a rush hour. Not enough Africans owned cars! Then there was the cost of petrol.
He tried to keep his mind off reality as he drove his ******** to her date. A late night dinner date with a black man.
A rich African man who was greedy for sex with nubile pretty white girls like his innocent ******** Tammy.
Except his ******** was not so innocent. He wished she was, but this would not be her first tryst with Nasam.
The memory of his ******** thrusting her aroused nipple into the eagerly sucking mouth of the overweight African as she lay beneath his bucking thrusting body haunted his soul.
While her lovely blond mother had been 'entertaining' other African men on her knees in their living room of their luxurious villa.
The paradise, miracles, and promise of Africa had evaporated into an erotic nightmare of corrupt men, and depraved sexual demands that had seen him on his knees submitting to the brute demands of Chuku Olanes, the black thug was employed as chauffeur to his African boss Igwe Orizu, while other African men enjoyed his wife and ******** inside the villa.
He cursed himself for thinking of his African boss. The man had seemed so charming at interview. An African with a brilliant mind, he had looked so dapper in his Saville Row suite as they lunched the refines of the Jeremy Club in London's Mayfair.
It had been his 'charming' boss who had ordered him to drive his ******** into town to meet Nasam Togbi tonight. It had been Igwe Orizu who had presented him with a contract that afternoon for his ******** to sign.
A job offer for his 18-year-old ********! Marketing Manager it had said. What it had really meant was that Igwe was employing his lovely white ******** to go on 'dates' with African businessmen that Igwe hoped to deals with.
His beautiful blond ******** was to be the 'sweetener' in grubby corrupt contracts that would make Igwe even richer.
His once innocent ******** had not hesitated in signing the employment contract!
Where was the sweet girl he had raised and cherished?
At the hotel he pulled up and parked easily. Music came from the hotel in a deep beating rhythm. This side of the hotel was the respectable side. From here he could enter the hotel, and the lobby led on to the exclusive L'Escargo restaurant.
The restaurant was the hotel's saving grace. It was easily one of the best in Harare. He had been surprised at the quality of the restaurants in Harare. Rich men liked good food, and there were sufficient white expatriates with money to burn happy to spend it on a better meal than they could get back home, for a quarter of the price back home.
It was in restaurants that this that the white community brushed shoulders with the new black elite who increasingly had financial power as well as political power.
Even as he walked into the hotel he could hear the raucous laughter coming from the far side of the hotel. From the 'public' bar where poor Africans drank, sang, and danced. Though he supposed by African standards they were not poor.
African civil servants, company clerks, and others who had risen above the hard graft of the factory floor and celebrated their good fortune and demonstrating they were 'better' by mingling around the hotels were the rich Africans and whites relaxed.
When his ****** had first arrived in Harare they had spent a few weeks in the Holiday Inn. Other families on arrival had stayed at the Sheraton. However he knew that some of the single expatriates had been housed here, and some of those had complained that the hotel was nothing more than a glorified knocking shop. Some had even demanded to be re-housed following sleepless nights.
Nevertheless the hotel had a smart white interior, with an inlaid marble floor in reception. Slow circular fans hanging from the ceiling generated a cool breeze. This reinforced the old colonial atmosphere and decor. A number of black men sat at the bar, and their attention switched to Tammy as they walked in. Tammy was wearing a relatively short skirt and showed off her shapely legs, and a tight fitting top that hugged those well-developed breasts. David and Tammy were used to this and ignored the Africans at the bar.
David led Tammy towards the restaurant recognising the African Restaurant Manager he signed to him, and asked about Nasam Togbi and his party. The African nodded and indicated one of the special rooms set near the lift lobby. At no time during the whole conversation did his eyes leave Tammy.
David was only mildly annoyed at this attention to his ********, and Tammy affected not to notice.
The Manager strode over and opened the door, and David ushered Tammy into the room. He heard his ********'s sudden inrush of breath and looked from the Manager into the room.
A circular table dominated the room and a lush spread of food was already set on it. The abundant display of fish, a rarity in landlocked Zimbabwe, demonstrated that Nasam Togbi placed a very high importance on this meeting/dinner.
He looked across at Nasam, who had rose to greet Tammy. His eyes reminded him of a cobra as they stared at Tammy. A glance at Tammy showed her eyes seemed to be trapped by his gaze. He noted with surprise that Tammy seemed suddenly breathless.
His eyes quickly took in the three other African guests. He quickly dismissed them as the typical smart suited executive sycophants that accompanied most successful African businessmen.
"Mr Togbi, my boss Igwe Orizu asked me to bring Tammy to join you at dinner. He made no mention of your guests?"
Nasam ignored David, and advanced around the table. His hands outstretched reaching for Tammy's hand.
"Are there to be some other women? I had not expected your guests... Igwe made no mention of Tammy being alone tonight with your friends."
He stopped hesitantly as Nasam dropped his head over Tammy's hands and his lips lightly kissed her hand.
What romantic nonsense he thought! Then he noticed that a light was shining in his ********'s eyes. Nasam had not released Tammy's hand. David looked across at his ******** and give a start as he realised she was breathing heavily. Tammy's full breasts were rising and falling.
"What do we have need for other women, which such a jewel as this adorns our poor table?"
David stared at him in disbelief. How corny could he be?
He turned to Tammy but his ********'s eyes were riveted on the big corpulent African businessman holding her hand so gently. Her eyes were sparkling.
"You can go now Mr Burton, we will look after Tammy." His eyes never left Tammy as he spoke.
David swallowed.
"I... I... I'll be waiting in the lobby," he coughed embarrassed.
Nasam looked at him with an amused glance.
David stuttered for a moment, then got a grip on his wits.
"To take Tammy home afterwards," he flushed with embarrassment.
"Hah yes... afterwards..." He smiled his eyes had left Tammy and were roving over, then dropped his head over his ********'s hand kissing it again.
"Afterwards," he murmured with a smile on his face.
David Burton realised that unaccountably his ******** was totally focussed on this obese African businessman.
He flushed and looked at the other three Africans, they were all looking at Tammy avidly.
"Please Mr Togbi, she is my ********... err... please... I'll wait... just treat her with respect."
The Africans ignored him. The door opened and African waiters bustled in carrying hot plates and fish soup, and David Burton edged out of the room.
He was embarrassed, as well as confused. He found a quite spot on the lobby and settled down with a book he had brought with him. From there he could see the door to the room they were eating.
A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David looked up and was about tom order a pot of tea, then realised how inadequate that seemed. He ordered a double brandy. Several double brandies later he was just as confused, but the drink fogged his mind. It was easier now through a layer of drink to remember the scene of his ******** beneath the corpulent though vigorously thrusting African who had just so politely and courteously kissed her hand.
A scene cursed his mind. A man should not be aroused by the sight of his own ******** being fucked by a randy middle aged fat man. A black man at that, but the sight of his ******** being fucked in his own bed two days ago by the same African now entertaining her to dinner was to overpowering to easily dismiss.
And Tammy?
He recalled her eagerly offering her full, breast to his mouth. His lips taking it, playing with it, and nibbling on pink harness of her nipple. Her body, beneath that black mass, quivering in unmistakable delight as her lithe shapely thighs sought to clamp him to her.
His ******** had been horny, horny as hell, as she squirmed and writhed in his grasp.
A man should not see his own ******** writhe in lust and need beneath a man older than himself... but it made him horny to recall it!
Shame and guilt suffused his thoughts, mixed with a sexual excitement that he struggled and failed to repress. Try as he might he could not dismiss the images of lust and passion, black on white, that he had witnessed.
He swirled the brandy in the glass. Watching the colours flow and change. The waiters he noticed seemed to be clearing the room of plates, glasses, and crockery. Perhaps the meal was over. They were definitely taking unfinished bottles of wine from the room. That must be a sign that the evening was at last over.
He waited for a while. The waiters stopped going to the room, and he waited a bit longer. The door to the private dining room had been left ajar, which seemed unusual.
He rose and went over to the room. If they were finished he could take Tammy home. Though inside himself, he knew he was kidding himself.
He looked in, and found it empty.
He had not seen them leave.
He entered the room and was surprised to see a door on the far wall. He crossed the room, and pulled open the door. He cursed when he saw it led out into another lobby with elevators on the far side.
They had left this way. Taking his ******** with them.
He turned and looked back into the room. He noticed a below the table a white flash of cloth that had not been taken by the waiters. Something pulled him towards it. Bending down to pick it up, it unfolded in his hands.
White lacy panties, they must have been his *********! He had not realised she wore sexy lingerie like this. Had worn such for her meeting with Nasam. He examined it in his hand, embarrassed to realise that panties such as this had hidden little. He imagined them enclosing his ********'s loins and how they must have appeared to the four African men that had been in this room.
He shuddered.
Who had taken them off?
Had Nasam's fat pudgy fingers sought them out beneath her short skirt and pulled them off.
He could hardly imagine him allowing his subordinates to enjoy that pleasure.
He cursed himself for thinking of the pleasure a man would have removing such lacy panties from his lovely blond ********!
He had to find his ******** before things went to far. African men were the very devils! Nasam would have no hesitation in rewarding his minions by allowing them to enjoy Tammy as well.
Somehow, he had to save her from the worst excesses.
The lift arrived, and he entered and looked at the panel. Six floors! How on earth was he to find her? He pressed the button marked 1.
As the door opened her stepped out on to the hotel corridor. There were black men in the corridor who looked surprised to see him there. He realised that he must be in the African wing of the hotel. He braced himself not to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor looking around and listening for his ********'s voice coming from one of the rooms.
An African further down the corridor pushed away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched him carefully. The African saw he had David's attention and grinned at him.
Then he reached down and rubbed his loins.
"You want some bwana?" he chuckled, miss-stepped and bumped the wall.
"Buy me beer and you can have every inch."
David Burton reeled backwards disgusted and appalled. He turned and hurried down the corridor. He could hear the African behind him chuckling and following.
He rushed into the lift and pressed button 2.
He stepped out onto floor 2 and desperately looked around. Relieved to find it empty. He watched the door to the lift close behind him, and looked for any sign of a staircase. If that African came up looking for him he wanted a way out.
He moved down the corridor to find a stair, and stopped as he heard a grunt. There were more grunts, and some gasps. He swallowed as he realised he was listening to a couple fucking on the other side of the corridor wall. He paused for a moment. It sounded like only 1 couple. He moved on down the corridor, and soon heard the sound of a frantic desperate eager coupling.
He paused again, could this be his ******** and Nasam and his friends.
He felt embarrassed as he listened to the frantic energetic coupling. He could not imagine Nasam being so energetic.
He moved on, and soon heard the sounds of another coupling. No wonder the single expat staff booked in here had accused it of being a knocking shop!
He walked on to more of the same, guttural laughter, gasping wheezing effort. Feminine squeals and gasps. Each room on the floor seemed to house an eagerly fucking couple. He found no staircase. What would happen if there was a fire in this place?
He returned to the lift. To his relief when the lift doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.
On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some African women chatting together. They grinned as he approached them. One of them opened her dress and showed him her breasts.
"Z$50 dollars" she said. He should not have been startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him.
"OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!"
God she thought he was negotiating. He gathered his thoughts, distracted by the ******* smooth dark flesh in front of him. She was a relatively pretty African woman.
Her friend leaned over and spoke to her, and they both looked at him. Her friend put her arm around the semi-******* African woman and with her free hand caressed the ******* breast.
Then she grinned at David.
"Z$60 dollars yes? You watch, then we both suck you!"
"No! No! You don't understand. I am looking for a white girl!"
"We better than any pale skinned white girl!" they both hooted at him.
The second one unbuttoned her dress ******** a pair of breasts that were fuller and rounder than the 1st whore.
"Z$60 dollars, we do whatever you want..."
David shook his head. He was wasting his time.
He turned away and headed back to the lift.
"Blond white girl?"
David paused. Hope rising!
"Pretty blond white girl?"
David turned and looked at the two African whores.
"You want to find pretty white girl?" She paused, and made a gesture with her hands.
"Nice full breasts?" She jiggled her hands grinning at him.
"Yes, yes, can you tell me where she is?"
The African whore looked at him, with an assessing look.
"Yes I can tell you where to find her!"
She looked at him, and then stretched out her hand.
"Z$70 dollars," she demanded thrusting her hand forward. Her friend nudged her sharply, a look of shock on her face. Her head leaned forward and whispered fiercely into her friend's ear. Her friend ignored her.
"Z$70 dollars!!"
Relieved David reached into his pocket and peeled off Z$70 dollars.
She waved her figures at him, and he gave her his money. She clasped it tight. Then she grinned and pointed up.
"4 floor 4... room 424."
Her friend was staring at the money in disbelief. As David turned away he saw them both clasping the money and giggling.
He pressed the button for the lift, and turned to watch as the two whores clasped the money in both their hand and did a little dance together.
"Z$70 dollars for nothing... crazy white man!" they chuckled and laughed.
The lift doors opened and one of the African women called out to him. He turned and looked at her. She pulled her dress open and laughed.
"Z$50 dollars?" A clear query was in her voice. Her friend peeled with laughter, and they both clung on to each other laughing.
David could see the humour but was glad to get into the lift.
His heart went into his mouth as he pressed button 4. Was he finally going to find his ********.
The door opened on level 4 and he stepped out. Down the corridor there was a queue of six African men pushing and shoving each other under the stern gaze of a tall African blocking an open door.
He glanced at the room numbers and headed towards the men, who paused to look at the approaching white man. He checked the door numbers. He was approaching room 24. What would he do if they had his ******** in there? Where was Nasam?
There was a commotion and one of the cutest looking young white girls he had ever seen darted out under the arm of the African blocking the door. She was blond, but with straight, silky shoulder length hair. That blond hair framed a heart shaped face. David caught his breath in his throat at her fresh pretty face.
It wasn't Tammy.
"Francis," she yelled. "You're not listening. My parents will be expecting me home!"
She looked about 4' 6" and was wearing a men's shirt, and it seemed nothing else. Her legs below the shirt were lithe and shapely. He wondered just how old she was.
The African called Francis glared at her furiously. Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her back into the room. That did not stop the shirt billowing out to reveal the nice full breasts that the whores from the floor below had referred to.
Not too young then, but she certainly looked it.
Francis scowled at the girl then closed the door.
"You don't understand... I will get in trouble if I'm late!"
Francis looked at the queue of men. There was Z$600 dollars waiting outside and Cindy was not going anywhere until he had it in his hand! Too hell with her parents!
He turned to glare at David Burton as he approached. How much could he charge this white man he wondered? He started getting excited perhaps he could charge this white man a Z$1,000 dollars! Fruit machine numbers started to roll in his head!
David stopped in front of him.
"Get to the back of the queue white man. No queue jumping here! You want to watch you pay me and the African fucking her."
The Africans in the queue grinned was this a crazy white man willing to pay their £Z100 dollars and bit more beside to watch?
David shook his head appalled again at the den of iniquity he was in. Somewhere in this hell-hole he had to find his ******** and get her out!
"No, you don't understand. I am looking for my ********."
"Cindy's not your ******** white man!"
"I know, I know. I need to find my ********."
"Look Mr? either join the queue or leave. You heard the girl Cindy's parents are expecting her home!"
He laughed and the other Africans in the queue laughed and rubbed their crotches lasciviously.
"Hey! Why you argue with this white guy. It's my turn and the girl's waiting!" The Africans chuckled and urged Francis to let him in. They were all eager to get their hands and the girl. Too fuck such a young and pretty white girl while knowing a white man waited his turn behind them would be a great boost to their satisfaction!!
"Ok, Ok, Give me your Z$100 dollars."
"Z$100 dollars! Give me a break."
"Z$100 dollars, or clear off and let someone else have a go!"
The African cursed, he seemed to struggle to let the Z$100 out of his hand.
"Z$100 dollars, that's outrageous, what do I get for my Z$100 dollars."
"You just saw what you get! You can do what you like for Z$100 dollars."
"Anything?" He voice sounded disbelieving as he was pushed into the room.
"Yes, anything, just tell her what you want!"
Francis sounded annoyed as he turned to David.
"Look I said join the queue or clear off. You are worrying my customers!"
"Ok you little bitch get down on your knees!" The voice of the African in the room carried clearly to the Africans waiting in the corridor.
There was a sudden indrawn breath in the corridor. Even David found his heart stopping at the image of that pretty young blond on her knees and being given black cock to suck!
"That's it girl kneel down there. Francis said you will do as I yell you!"
"Ok honey, now lick my arsehole!"
You could hear a pin drop in the corridor.
"Oh... Oh wow... your really doing it... Ooooh, that's just great!!"
"Urghhh... wowwee!"
David looked at the waiting Africans. They were all looking at him and grinning. He could see the quiet satisfaction in their faces that he was listening to this.
He turned and headed back for the lift.
God! That cute blonde girl was tonguing a black man's bottom. She was actually doing it! He almost turned back and joined the queue! He had to save his ******** from whatever horrors were befalling her in this hotel!
He entered the lift and pressed button 5.
He almost did not want the doors to open. They did, and he stepped out into the corridor. It seemed empty. He set off down the corridor, listening to sounds of sex coming from the rooms off the corridor. Would he be able to identify his ******** just from the sounds emanating from these rooms?
The lift doors opened and a security guard burst out onto the corridor. He was trying to restrain a large german shepherd dog, which he struggled to restrain. The dog barked at him fiercely. A wail started up in one of the bedrooms. Two more Africans in security uniforms followed him.
The guard yelled at the dog, then yelled at David that he was Ok, but don't get too close.
They came up the corridor. One of the doors slammed open and an African looked out. David could hear a woman protesting inside. A white woman
"Where you been?"
The Africans in uniform laughed.
"You try to keeping this horny bastard in check!"
"No, please no, not the dog... I'll be good, I promise I'll be good." There was no doubting it was a white woman's voice
There was guttural laughter from the room.
The door was at the door now and straining at the leash. It's tale lashed from side to side. It's tongue lolled from its mouth.
"Hold her down!"
The leash snapped and the African holding it fell backwards. The dog leaped into the room. The other two guards laughed, and rushed into the room. David noticed they were all armed.
"Noooooo..."
The door slammed shut.
They were armed! David headed for the lift. His ******** was his concern.
He stepped out onto level 6. It was empty. He walked its length. The usual sounds of passion. No voices sounded like Nasam, nor his friends talking. He could not go bursting into every room.
He looked at the lift buttons 1 to 6.
He returned to the lobby and checked his car. She was not waiting there for him. He ordered another brandy and slumped into the chair in the lobby.
On level 7 Tammy held tightly to the thrusting African above her.
Level 7 was not easy to find. The Africans who took advantage of the facilities on this floor did not like to be disturbed. Certainly, they did not expect other guests to wander its corridors. Nasam Togbi must have weighed 21 stone, but that did not bother Tammy. She was enveloped in his bulk, and loved it! He was so big! His masculinity swapped her, and she loved the smell of him. His awesome size dwarfed her, and she clung to him.
"Fuck me. Oh, fuck me you big bastard I love it!"
Nasam Togbi heaved, wobbled, and thrust. This horny white teenager was just what he need.
She squirmed beneath him and incredibly he could feel her inner muscles squeezing and clamping on his cock. The little honey was so tight. He pushed through the squeezing muscles relishing her enthusiastic wriggles.
It was incredible to think this girl's white father was waiting in the lobby while he fucked her. It gave such an edge to the fucking.
He looked down into her excited sapphire blue eyes.
"You enjoying this honey?"
"Oh God yes. I love it. Fuck me as much as you want!"
Her full breasts rubbed and brushed against his chest and he enjoyed their fullness against him. She reached up and lapped her tongue along the folds of his neck and felt his shudder of delight. She wanted to please this man, this incredibly horny man with his thick cock.
She spread her shapely white thighs wide offering total access to her pussy, and his lovely black cock seemed to thrust even deeper.
She moaned her delight.
He grasped those curly blond curls in his pudgy hands, relishing the soft silkiness. Then he used his grip to tilt her head back and lowered his head to kiss. Her lips parted, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, eager to add sensation to sensation.
Her eyes rolled as sensation after sensual sensation seemed to overwhelm her. Her eyes flickered across the room and she noticed Nasam's associates watching.
Watching and waiting, they were going to be next...
The thought was too much and triggered yet another shivering sensational orgasm.
Nasam felt the quivering shaking of the girl beneath him and recognized the signs of the lovely white woman below him having another orgasm.
It was enough for him and his heavy balls began to pump the sperm.
The girl beneath responded to the hot surge by grabbing his shoulder and wailing her excitement.
He grinned at his waiting henchman, but stayed above the young woman, enjoying her soft curves pressed against him.
He smiled to himself as he opened a cold beer and turned to look at his colleagues. They deserved a treat like Tammy Burton, and they were enjoying the treat. Tammy was standing by the bed, while three pairs of black hands explored her soft white curves. Two of them were on the bed in front of her and were lavishing attention on her full white orbs. The nipples were dark with excitement and strongly peaked. He watched two black mouths enclosed Tammy's nipples, and the girl grinned down at them and pushed her white breasts towards the greedily sucking black men.
Behind them Kiri was stroking her shoulders, watching from behind the erotic sight of his two friends sucking on those wonderful surging orbs. This girl's enthusiasm for sex was great. His hands stroked down her back and he caressed the soft curves of her bottom.
When he stroked between those curves, he noted she made no effort to pull away as his finger toyed with the sensitive opening of her bottom. He pushed harder, and to his delight, she pushed back. His finger popped the opening and she rose on her toes but made no effort to pull away.
He grinned. He slid his hard cock between those curvy cheeks and aimed his cock.
Nasam looked over at the tableaux by the bed. Three black men playing with a very tasty-looking 18-year-old blond white girl.
"Hey! Don't forget! Her father told us to treat her with respect!"
Tammy groaned, as the Africans eased off.
Nasam walked over and stroked Tammy's soft cheek. His dark pudgy hand savoured her soft face. He grinned.
"Honey you want us to treat you with respect?" Tammy moaned and sucked his thumb. Nasam grinned, and released her and walked away, before turning back.
Kiri looked at Nasam. Nasam's words had reminded all three very forcefully who was in charge of this evenings entertainment. If any of them went to far, then Nasam would not forget or forgive.
"Boss," there was a nervousness in his voice. He had been so close...
"So you really want us to treat her to treat her with respect?" The frustration in his voice was self-evident.
Nasam looked into Tammy's eyes. He could see raw desire in her sapphire eyes.
"Fuck her arse open!"
Kiri thrust before any alternatives were discussed.
Tammy's eyes popped, then she screeched as pain enveloped her derriere.
Kiri grinned. He liked having that effect on a woman.
She wriggled and squirmed to be free, but he pushed her forward and down. His two colleagues helped hold her wriggling body down. Kiri thrust again, and Tammy yelped.
Kiri did not realize she was a virgin back there. If he had he would not have cared. He was taking what he wanted and it felt good, very good.
"Oh, God! God, What have you done to me? It hurts. Ohhh, God!"
Nasim grinned and surprisingly he nearly leaped onto the bed. He grabbed Tammy's blond curls and pulled her head up.
"God? God? This is Africa and your God is not here! If you want something to worship I have something here."
He knelt in front of the skewered blond girl and waved his cock in front of her face. It's hard again she realized. That was quick! "Worship this if you need something to worship!" He pulled her face forward and Tammy opened her mouth eager to begin worshipping black cock.
It was 2 am before Tammy appeared in the lobby. The Africans still at the bar turned to ogle her. Tammy's radar quickly spotted the big one at the bar. She spotted her father asleep in a chair in the lobby. She went over and woke him up.
"Daddy, wake up."
She pushed his shoulder and he stirred, then he jumped to his feet startled.
"What time is it?"
"Late, we better go."
She took his arm, realizing that her father was a bit tipsy.
Together they walked out of the hotel.
Her pussy twitched and startled she looked behind her. Her heart leaped as she realized the big African at the bar had followed them out. She slowed her pace, easy to do with her father's tipsy state.
There was a sudden heat in her loins! Christ what was wrong with her. Four men had just finished putting her through her paces, and now a complete stranger had set her off again.
She glanced behind her. He was closer. God, he was a big! So tall!
"Whose so big?" Her father asked.
Tammy was startled she had not realized she had spoken out loud.
The African had seen her glance and increased his pace. Moments later she felt his hand on her shoulder turning her.
"What...," her inquiry was crushed by his lips and she clung to him as he pushed her up against the hotel wall.
"What? What's going on? Hey!" Tammy heard her father in the background, but her focus was on the big African body pressed against her and her pussy had steamed up.
David Burton staggered slightly as he gathered his wits. Then he saw his precious ******** being pushed up against the hotel wall. He blinked and realized the African had his hand up his ********'s skirt.
He was fondling his ******** through her panties. No that was not right he realized, his ********'s panties were in his pocket! He flushed.
"Hey... you!"
The African turned to David, not that the hand under his ********'s skirt had ceased its movement. His ******** was panting, her lips parted and her eyes wide.
"Z$50 dollars and I'll let you watch me fuck your pretty wife!"
David swallowed.
"That's not my wife."
"Good that's Ok then... clear off." The African dropped his head to Tammy's slender neck and nibbled.
"No, No you don't understand. That's my ********!"
The African looked around at David, then back at the panting woman he had pinned up against the wall.
"Ok... I see... Z$100 dollars and I'll let you watch me fuck your ********!"
David staggered backwards shocked. Shocked by the suggestion, and shocked by the hard on that had instantly sprung up at the suggestion.
He looked at Tammy, who was looking back at him. With shock, he realized that Tammy was waiting to hear whether he would say yes or not. She did not look alarmed, or disgusted at the suggestion. She was waiting for his reaction.
With a shock, he realized his ********'s hands were slowly stroking the African's neck. She was going to let this complete stranger do it to her!
He staggered backward. Then watched helplessly as the African slid his arm around his ********'s waist and led her back to the hotel.
He worked his way back to the car. Fumbled through unlocking it, and managed to get himself inside. He steadied himself. He was shocked at the way his ******** had looked at him after the African had made his suggestion. As though she was happy to accept the proposal. Now he had taken his ******** inside and he was going to fuck her. Images scorched his mind. He had in the bushes and sneaked a look through the bedroom window and watched Nasam Togbi fuck his ******** on the Burton marriage bed.
It had been the most mind-blowing erotic scene he had ever seen.
Now, this African stranger had offered to let him watch as he fucked Tammy. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to see that big African buck get between his beautiful blond ********'s lovely legs and fuck her!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money there.
It was Z$100 dollars. Fate?
In a daze, he pulled himself back out of the car and headed for the hotel.
It surprised him how easy it was to find them. He pushed the door to their room and the door yielded. He staggered inside. His ******** was on her back on the bed. Those lithe shapely legs that had seen wrapped around Nasam Togbi were now wrapped around this big black stranger.
He stepped into the room. The African turned to see who had come into the room. David waved the Z$100 dollars. He turned back to Tammy and recommenced fucking her.
Tammy looked at him over the African's shoulder. She smiled shyly, then her expression changed as the African became more vigorous.
She gasped.
"It's Ok ***, it's OK."
He sat on the chair by the bed. His ******** reached out and took his hand. He grasped it, reassuring her, and then held it as the big African fucked his ******** to multiple orgasms.
After he left he helped her gather her things. As they were coming out of the room another African stopped them. He was surprised to see it was the pimp he had seen earlier with the young white girl in room 424.
He pushed Tammy back into the room and pulled David out. To his surprise, there was a queue of men outside their room.
"Hey what's going on?"
"Never mind that you got any money?"
"No, I don't have any money!"
"Well that's it then you can't watch again."
"What are you on about?"
"Hey, if he ain't got any money why you keeping me waiting? That's sweet white meat in there and I'm head of the queue."
"You got your Z$100 dollars?" The pimp took the money and pushed the African into Tammy's room.
"Hey, you can't go in there! That's my ********! She's not a prostitute."
"Now don't you go causing me any problem whoever you are," the pimp glared at David. "I got clients waiting with money to spend." He nodded to the five men waiting. The last in the queue was a big bugger and his ******** would like him. Then he cursed himself for thinking like that!
"But that's my ********."
"Come on honey, just suck this a little." David swallowed. That was the African in the room with his ******** speaking!
"Oh wow! Oooh, Yesss. Hey, guys this one really knows how to use her mouth and tongue! Ohhh yessss!"
The Africans waiting outside grinned at each other.
"Ok, your next, he's going to be quick!" The Africans outside laughed.
"Give me your Z$100 dollars then?" The second African eagerly handed over his money.
His thoughts were far from the sunset, just one of many hundred panoramic and beautiful sunsets he had seen over the last 21 months.
As she turned her head and looked through the other window, her rich blond curls seemed to catch the fading light. Reflected through the rich yellow strands her pretty face seemed to be captured in a radiant glory.
At that moment she could have looked like an angel from heaven.
His heart lurched at her youthful beauty and his hands gripped the wheel so tightly he almost felt that in a moment it would snap in his hands.
He was taking his ******** for a date with a black man.
Not a handsome young African her own age.
A middle aged corpulent African nearly 10 years older than David himself! Nasam Togbi was the African President of African Conglomerate Trading. He was rich, powerful and influential, and he liked teenage white girls like David's 18yo ******** Tammy.
The sweat on his forehead dripped, though the heat of the day was passed. He dragged his gaze back to the road. Not that there was a lot of traffic in this early evening period.
Harare did not have a rush hour. Not enough Africans owned cars! Then there was the cost of petrol.
He tried to keep his mind off reality as he drove his ******** to her date. A late night dinner date with a black man.
A rich African man who was greedy for sex with nubile pretty white girls like his innocent ******** Tammy.
Except his ******** was not so innocent. He wished she was, but this would not be her first tryst with Nasam.
The memory of his ******** thrusting her aroused nipple into the eagerly sucking mouth of the overweight African as she lay beneath his bucking thrusting body haunted his soul.
While her lovely blond mother had been 'entertaining' other African men on her knees in their living room of their luxurious villa.
The paradise, miracles, and promise of Africa had evaporated into an erotic nightmare of corrupt men, and depraved sexual demands that had seen him on his knees submitting to the brute demands of Chuku Olanes, the black thug was employed as chauffeur to his African boss Igwe Orizu, while other African men enjoyed his wife and ******** inside the villa.
He cursed himself for thinking of his African boss. The man had seemed so charming at interview. An African with a brilliant mind, he had looked so dapper in his Saville Row suite as they lunched the refines of the Jeremy Club in London's Mayfair.
It had been his 'charming' boss who had ordered him to drive his ******** into town to meet Nasam Togbi tonight. It had been Igwe Orizu who had presented him with a contract that afternoon for his ******** to sign.
A job offer for his 18-year-old ********! Marketing Manager it had said. What it had really meant was that Igwe was employing his lovely white ******** to go on 'dates' with African businessmen that Igwe hoped to deals with.
His beautiful blond ******** was to be the 'sweetener' in grubby corrupt contracts that would make Igwe even richer.
His once innocent ******** had not hesitated in signing the employment contract!
Where was the sweet girl he had raised and cherished?
At the hotel he pulled up and parked easily. Music came from the hotel in a deep beating rhythm. This side of the hotel was the respectable side. From here he could enter the hotel, and the lobby led on to the exclusive L'Escargo restaurant.
The restaurant was the hotel's saving grace. It was easily one of the best in Harare. He had been surprised at the quality of the restaurants in Harare. Rich men liked good food, and there were sufficient white expatriates with money to burn happy to spend it on a better meal than they could get back home, for a quarter of the price back home.
It was in restaurants that this that the white community brushed shoulders with the new black elite who increasingly had financial power as well as political power.
Even as he walked into the hotel he could hear the raucous laughter coming from the far side of the hotel. From the 'public' bar where poor Africans drank, sang, and danced. Though he supposed by African standards they were not poor.
African civil servants, company clerks, and others who had risen above the hard graft of the factory floor and celebrated their good fortune and demonstrating they were 'better' by mingling around the hotels were the rich Africans and whites relaxed.
When his ****** had first arrived in Harare they had spent a few weeks in the Holiday Inn. Other families on arrival had stayed at the Sheraton. However he knew that some of the single expatriates had been housed here, and some of those had complained that the hotel was nothing more than a glorified knocking shop. Some had even demanded to be re-housed following sleepless nights.
Nevertheless the hotel had a smart white interior, with an inlaid marble floor in reception. Slow circular fans hanging from the ceiling generated a cool breeze. This reinforced the old colonial atmosphere and decor. A number of black men sat at the bar, and their attention switched to Tammy as they walked in. Tammy was wearing a relatively short skirt and showed off her shapely legs, and a tight fitting top that hugged those well-developed breasts. David and Tammy were used to this and ignored the Africans at the bar.
David led Tammy towards the restaurant recognising the African Restaurant Manager he signed to him, and asked about Nasam Togbi and his party. The African nodded and indicated one of the special rooms set near the lift lobby. At no time during the whole conversation did his eyes leave Tammy.
David was only mildly annoyed at this attention to his ********, and Tammy affected not to notice.
The Manager strode over and opened the door, and David ushered Tammy into the room. He heard his ********'s sudden inrush of breath and looked from the Manager into the room.
A circular table dominated the room and a lush spread of food was already set on it. The abundant display of fish, a rarity in landlocked Zimbabwe, demonstrated that Nasam Togbi placed a very high importance on this meeting/dinner.
He looked across at Nasam, who had rose to greet Tammy. His eyes reminded him of a cobra as they stared at Tammy. A glance at Tammy showed her eyes seemed to be trapped by his gaze. He noted with surprise that Tammy seemed suddenly breathless.
His eyes quickly took in the three other African guests. He quickly dismissed them as the typical smart suited executive sycophants that accompanied most successful African businessmen.
"Mr Togbi, my boss Igwe Orizu asked me to bring Tammy to join you at dinner. He made no mention of your guests?"
Nasam ignored David, and advanced around the table. His hands outstretched reaching for Tammy's hand.
"Are there to be some other women? I had not expected your guests... Igwe made no mention of Tammy being alone tonight with your friends."
He stopped hesitantly as Nasam dropped his head over Tammy's hands and his lips lightly kissed her hand.
What romantic nonsense he thought! Then he noticed that a light was shining in his ********'s eyes. Nasam had not released Tammy's hand. David looked across at his ******** and give a start as he realised she was breathing heavily. Tammy's full breasts were rising and falling.
"What do we have need for other women, which such a jewel as this adorns our poor table?"
David stared at him in disbelief. How corny could he be?
He turned to Tammy but his ********'s eyes were riveted on the big corpulent African businessman holding her hand so gently. Her eyes were sparkling.
"You can go now Mr Burton, we will look after Tammy." His eyes never left Tammy as he spoke.
David swallowed.
"I... I... I'll be waiting in the lobby," he coughed embarrassed.
Nasam looked at him with an amused glance.
David stuttered for a moment, then got a grip on his wits.
"To take Tammy home afterwards," he flushed with embarrassment.
"Hah yes... afterwards..." He smiled his eyes had left Tammy and were roving over, then dropped his head over his ********'s hand kissing it again.
"Afterwards," he murmured with a smile on his face.
David Burton realised that unaccountably his ******** was totally focussed on this obese African businessman.
He flushed and looked at the other three Africans, they were all looking at Tammy avidly.
"Please Mr Togbi, she is my ********... err... please... I'll wait... just treat her with respect."
The Africans ignored him. The door opened and African waiters bustled in carrying hot plates and fish soup, and David Burton edged out of the room.
He was embarrassed, as well as confused. He found a quite spot on the lobby and settled down with a book he had brought with him. From there he could see the door to the room they were eating.
A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David looked up and was about tom order a pot of tea, then realised how inadequate that seemed. He ordered a double brandy. Several double brandies later he was just as confused, but the drink fogged his mind. It was easier now through a layer of drink to remember the scene of his ******** beneath the corpulent though vigorously thrusting African who had just so politely and courteously kissed her hand.
A scene cursed his mind. A man should not be aroused by the sight of his own ******** being fucked by a randy middle aged fat man. A black man at that, but the sight of his ******** being fucked in his own bed two days ago by the same African now entertaining her to dinner was to overpowering to easily dismiss.
And Tammy?
He recalled her eagerly offering her full, breast to his mouth. His lips taking it, playing with it, and nibbling on pink harness of her nipple. Her body, beneath that black mass, quivering in unmistakable delight as her lithe shapely thighs sought to clamp him to her.
His ******** had been horny, horny as hell, as she squirmed and writhed in his grasp.
A man should not see his own ******** writhe in lust and need beneath a man older than himself... but it made him horny to recall it!
Shame and guilt suffused his thoughts, mixed with a sexual excitement that he struggled and failed to repress. Try as he might he could not dismiss the images of lust and passion, black on white, that he had witnessed.
He swirled the brandy in the glass. Watching the colours flow and change. The waiters he noticed seemed to be clearing the room of plates, glasses, and crockery. Perhaps the meal was over. They were definitely taking unfinished bottles of wine from the room. That must be a sign that the evening was at last over.
He waited for a while. The waiters stopped going to the room, and he waited a bit longer. The door to the private dining room had been left ajar, which seemed unusual.
He rose and went over to the room. If they were finished he could take Tammy home. Though inside himself, he knew he was kidding himself.
He looked in, and found it empty.
He had not seen them leave.
He entered the room and was surprised to see a door on the far wall. He crossed the room, and pulled open the door. He cursed when he saw it led out into another lobby with elevators on the far side.
They had left this way. Taking his ******** with them.
He turned and looked back into the room. He noticed a below the table a white flash of cloth that had not been taken by the waiters. Something pulled him towards it. Bending down to pick it up, it unfolded in his hands.
White lacy panties, they must have been his *********! He had not realised she wore sexy lingerie like this. Had worn such for her meeting with Nasam. He examined it in his hand, embarrassed to realise that panties such as this had hidden little. He imagined them enclosing his ********'s loins and how they must have appeared to the four African men that had been in this room.
He shuddered.
Who had taken them off?
Had Nasam's fat pudgy fingers sought them out beneath her short skirt and pulled them off.
He could hardly imagine him allowing his subordinates to enjoy that pleasure.
He cursed himself for thinking of the pleasure a man would have removing such lacy panties from his lovely blond ********!
He had to find his ******** before things went to far. African men were the very devils! Nasam would have no hesitation in rewarding his minions by allowing them to enjoy Tammy as well.
Somehow, he had to save her from the worst excesses.
The lift arrived, and he entered and looked at the panel. Six floors! How on earth was he to find her? He pressed the button marked 1.
As the door opened her stepped out on to the hotel corridor. There were black men in the corridor who looked surprised to see him there. He realised that he must be in the African wing of the hotel. He braced himself not to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor looking around and listening for his ********'s voice coming from one of the rooms.
An African further down the corridor pushed away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched him carefully. The African saw he had David's attention and grinned at him.
Then he reached down and rubbed his loins.
"You want some bwana?" he chuckled, miss-stepped and bumped the wall.
"Buy me beer and you can have every inch."
David Burton reeled backwards disgusted and appalled. He turned and hurried down the corridor. He could hear the African behind him chuckling and following.
He rushed into the lift and pressed button 2.
He stepped out onto floor 2 and desperately looked around. Relieved to find it empty. He watched the door to the lift close behind him, and looked for any sign of a staircase. If that African came up looking for him he wanted a way out.
He moved down the corridor to find a stair, and stopped as he heard a grunt. There were more grunts, and some gasps. He swallowed as he realised he was listening to a couple fucking on the other side of the corridor wall. He paused for a moment. It sounded like only 1 couple. He moved on down the corridor, and soon heard the sound of a frantic desperate eager coupling.
He paused again, could this be his ******** and Nasam and his friends.
He felt embarrassed as he listened to the frantic energetic coupling. He could not imagine Nasam being so energetic.
He moved on, and soon heard the sounds of another coupling. No wonder the single expat staff booked in here had accused it of being a knocking shop!
He walked on to more of the same, guttural laughter, gasping wheezing effort. Feminine squeals and gasps. Each room on the floor seemed to house an eagerly fucking couple. He found no staircase. What would happen if there was a fire in this place?
He returned to the lift. To his relief when the lift doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.
On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some African women chatting together. They grinned as he approached them. One of them opened her dress and showed him her breasts.
"Z$50 dollars" she said. He should not have been startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him.
"OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!"
God she thought he was negotiating. He gathered his thoughts, distracted by the ******* smooth dark flesh in front of him. She was a relatively pretty African woman.
Her friend leaned over and spoke to her, and they both looked at him. Her friend put her arm around the semi-******* African woman and with her free hand caressed the ******* breast.
Then she grinned at David.
"Z$60 dollars yes? You watch, then we both suck you!"
"No! No! You don't understand. I am looking for a white girl!"
"We better than any pale skinned white girl!" they both hooted at him.
The second one unbuttoned her dress ******** a pair of breasts that were fuller and rounder than the 1st whore.
"Z$60 dollars, we do whatever you want..."
David shook his head. He was wasting his time.
He turned away and headed back to the lift.
"Blond white girl?"
David paused. Hope rising!
"Pretty blond white girl?"
David turned and looked at the two African whores.
"You want to find pretty white girl?" She paused, and made a gesture with her hands.
"Nice full breasts?" She jiggled her hands grinning at him.
"Yes, yes, can you tell me where she is?"
The African whore looked at him, with an assessing look.
"Yes I can tell you where to find her!"
She looked at him, and then stretched out her hand.
"Z$70 dollars," she demanded thrusting her hand forward. Her friend nudged her sharply, a look of shock on her face. Her head leaned forward and whispered fiercely into her friend's ear. Her friend ignored her.
"Z$70 dollars!!"
Relieved David reached into his pocket and peeled off Z$70 dollars.
She waved her figures at him, and he gave her his money. She clasped it tight. Then she grinned and pointed up.
"4 floor 4... room 424."
Her friend was staring at the money in disbelief. As David turned away he saw them both clasping the money and giggling.
He pressed the button for the lift, and turned to watch as the two whores clasped the money in both their hand and did a little dance together.
"Z$70 dollars for nothing... crazy white man!" they chuckled and laughed.
The lift doors opened and one of the African women called out to him. He turned and looked at her. She pulled her dress open and laughed.
"Z$50 dollars?" A clear query was in her voice. Her friend peeled with laughter, and they both clung on to each other laughing.
David could see the humour but was glad to get into the lift.
His heart went into his mouth as he pressed button 4. Was he finally going to find his ********.
The door opened on level 4 and he stepped out. Down the corridor there was a queue of six African men pushing and shoving each other under the stern gaze of a tall African blocking an open door.
He glanced at the room numbers and headed towards the men, who paused to look at the approaching white man. He checked the door numbers. He was approaching room 24. What would he do if they had his ******** in there? Where was Nasam?
There was a commotion and one of the cutest looking young white girls he had ever seen darted out under the arm of the African blocking the door. She was blond, but with straight, silky shoulder length hair. That blond hair framed a heart shaped face. David caught his breath in his throat at her fresh pretty face.
It wasn't Tammy.
"Francis," she yelled. "You're not listening. My parents will be expecting me home!"
She looked about 4' 6" and was wearing a men's shirt, and it seemed nothing else. Her legs below the shirt were lithe and shapely. He wondered just how old she was.
The African called Francis glared at her furiously. Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her back into the room. That did not stop the shirt billowing out to reveal the nice full breasts that the whores from the floor below had referred to.
Not too young then, but she certainly looked it.
Francis scowled at the girl then closed the door.
"You don't understand... I will get in trouble if I'm late!"
Francis looked at the queue of men. There was Z$600 dollars waiting outside and Cindy was not going anywhere until he had it in his hand! Too hell with her parents!
He turned to glare at David Burton as he approached. How much could he charge this white man he wondered? He started getting excited perhaps he could charge this white man a Z$1,000 dollars! Fruit machine numbers started to roll in his head!
David stopped in front of him.
"Get to the back of the queue white man. No queue jumping here! You want to watch you pay me and the African fucking her."
The Africans in the queue grinned was this a crazy white man willing to pay their £Z100 dollars and bit more beside to watch?
David shook his head appalled again at the den of iniquity he was in. Somewhere in this hell-hole he had to find his ******** and get her out!
"No, you don't understand. I am looking for my ********."
"Cindy's not your ******** white man!"
"I know, I know. I need to find my ********."
"Look Mr? either join the queue or leave. You heard the girl Cindy's parents are expecting her home!"
He laughed and the other Africans in the queue laughed and rubbed their crotches lasciviously.
"Hey! Why you argue with this white guy. It's my turn and the girl's waiting!" The Africans chuckled and urged Francis to let him in. They were all eager to get their hands and the girl. Too fuck such a young and pretty white girl while knowing a white man waited his turn behind them would be a great boost to their satisfaction!!
"Ok, Ok, Give me your Z$100 dollars."
"Z$100 dollars! Give me a break."
"Z$100 dollars, or clear off and let someone else have a go!"
The African cursed, he seemed to struggle to let the Z$100 out of his hand.
"Z$100 dollars, that's outrageous, what do I get for my Z$100 dollars."
"You just saw what you get! You can do what you like for Z$100 dollars."
"Anything?" He voice sounded disbelieving as he was pushed into the room.
"Yes, anything, just tell her what you want!"
Francis sounded annoyed as he turned to David.
"Look I said join the queue or clear off. You are worrying my customers!"
"Ok you little bitch get down on your knees!" The voice of the African in the room carried clearly to the Africans waiting in the corridor.
There was a sudden indrawn breath in the corridor. Even David found his heart stopping at the image of that pretty young blond on her knees and being given black cock to suck!
"That's it girl kneel down there. Francis said you will do as I yell you!"
"Ok honey, now lick my arsehole!"
You could hear a pin drop in the corridor.
"Oh... Oh wow... your really doing it... Ooooh, that's just great!!"
"Urghhh... wowwee!"
David looked at the waiting Africans. They were all looking at him and grinning. He could see the quiet satisfaction in their faces that he was listening to this.
He turned and headed back for the lift.
God! That cute blonde girl was tonguing a black man's bottom. She was actually doing it! He almost turned back and joined the queue! He had to save his ******** from whatever horrors were befalling her in this hotel!
He entered the lift and pressed button 5.
He almost did not want the doors to open. They did, and he stepped out into the corridor. It seemed empty. He set off down the corridor, listening to sounds of sex coming from the rooms off the corridor. Would he be able to identify his ******** just from the sounds emanating from these rooms?
The lift doors opened and a security guard burst out onto the corridor. He was trying to restrain a large german shepherd dog, which he struggled to restrain. The dog barked at him fiercely. A wail started up in one of the bedrooms. Two more Africans in security uniforms followed him.
The guard yelled at the dog, then yelled at David that he was Ok, but don't get too close.
They came up the corridor. One of the doors slammed open and an African looked out. David could hear a woman protesting inside. A white woman
"Where you been?"
The Africans in uniform laughed.
"You try to keeping this horny bastard in check!"
"No, please no, not the dog... I'll be good, I promise I'll be good." There was no doubting it was a white woman's voice
There was guttural laughter from the room.
The door was at the door now and straining at the leash. It's tale lashed from side to side. It's tongue lolled from its mouth.
"Hold her down!"
The leash snapped and the African holding it fell backwards. The dog leaped into the room. The other two guards laughed, and rushed into the room. David noticed they were all armed.
"Noooooo..."
The door slammed shut.
They were armed! David headed for the lift. His ******** was his concern.
He stepped out onto level 6. It was empty. He walked its length. The usual sounds of passion. No voices sounded like Nasam, nor his friends talking. He could not go bursting into every room.
He looked at the lift buttons 1 to 6.
He returned to the lobby and checked his car. She was not waiting there for him. He ordered another brandy and slumped into the chair in the lobby.
On level 7 Tammy held tightly to the thrusting African above her.
Level 7 was not easy to find. The Africans who took advantage of the facilities on this floor did not like to be disturbed. Certainly, they did not expect other guests to wander its corridors. Nasam Togbi must have weighed 21 stone, but that did not bother Tammy. She was enveloped in his bulk, and loved it! He was so big! His masculinity swapped her, and she loved the smell of him. His awesome size dwarfed her, and she clung to him.
"Fuck me. Oh, fuck me you big bastard I love it!"
Nasam Togbi heaved, wobbled, and thrust. This horny white teenager was just what he need.
She squirmed beneath him and incredibly he could feel her inner muscles squeezing and clamping on his cock. The little honey was so tight. He pushed through the squeezing muscles relishing her enthusiastic wriggles.
It was incredible to think this girl's white father was waiting in the lobby while he fucked her. It gave such an edge to the fucking.
He looked down into her excited sapphire blue eyes.
"You enjoying this honey?"
"Oh God yes. I love it. Fuck me as much as you want!"
Her full breasts rubbed and brushed against his chest and he enjoyed their fullness against him. She reached up and lapped her tongue along the folds of his neck and felt his shudder of delight. She wanted to please this man, this incredibly horny man with his thick cock.
She spread her shapely white thighs wide offering total access to her pussy, and his lovely black cock seemed to thrust even deeper.
She moaned her delight.
He grasped those curly blond curls in his pudgy hands, relishing the soft silkiness. Then he used his grip to tilt her head back and lowered his head to kiss. Her lips parted, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, eager to add sensation to sensation.
Her eyes rolled as sensation after sensual sensation seemed to overwhelm her. Her eyes flickered across the room and she noticed Nasam's associates watching.
Watching and waiting, they were going to be next...
The thought was too much and triggered yet another shivering sensational orgasm.
Nasam felt the quivering shaking of the girl beneath him and recognized the signs of the lovely white woman below him having another orgasm.
It was enough for him and his heavy balls began to pump the sperm.
The girl beneath responded to the hot surge by grabbing his shoulder and wailing her excitement.
He grinned at his waiting henchman, but stayed above the young woman, enjoying her soft curves pressed against him.
He smiled to himself as he opened a cold beer and turned to look at his colleagues. They deserved a treat like Tammy Burton, and they were enjoying the treat. Tammy was standing by the bed, while three pairs of black hands explored her soft white curves. Two of them were on the bed in front of her and were lavishing attention on her full white orbs. The nipples were dark with excitement and strongly peaked. He watched two black mouths enclosed Tammy's nipples, and the girl grinned down at them and pushed her white breasts towards the greedily sucking black men.
Behind them Kiri was stroking her shoulders, watching from behind the erotic sight of his two friends sucking on those wonderful surging orbs. This girl's enthusiasm for sex was great. His hands stroked down her back and he caressed the soft curves of her bottom.
When he stroked between those curves, he noted she made no effort to pull away as his finger toyed with the sensitive opening of her bottom. He pushed harder, and to his delight, she pushed back. His finger popped the opening and she rose on her toes but made no effort to pull away.
He grinned. He slid his hard cock between those curvy cheeks and aimed his cock.
Nasam looked over at the tableaux by the bed. Three black men playing with a very tasty-looking 18-year-old blond white girl.
"Hey! Don't forget! Her father told us to treat her with respect!"
Tammy groaned, as the Africans eased off.
Nasam walked over and stroked Tammy's soft cheek. His dark pudgy hand savoured her soft face. He grinned.
"Honey you want us to treat you with respect?" Tammy moaned and sucked his thumb. Nasam grinned, and released her and walked away, before turning back.
Kiri looked at Nasam. Nasam's words had reminded all three very forcefully who was in charge of this evenings entertainment. If any of them went to far, then Nasam would not forget or forgive.
"Boss," there was a nervousness in his voice. He had been so close...
"So you really want us to treat her to treat her with respect?" The frustration in his voice was self-evident.
Nasam looked into Tammy's eyes. He could see raw desire in her sapphire eyes.
"Fuck her arse open!"
Kiri thrust before any alternatives were discussed.
Tammy's eyes popped, then she screeched as pain enveloped her derriere.
Kiri grinned. He liked having that effect on a woman.
She wriggled and squirmed to be free, but he pushed her forward and down. His two colleagues helped hold her wriggling body down. Kiri thrust again, and Tammy yelped.
Kiri did not realize she was a virgin back there. If he had he would not have cared. He was taking what he wanted and it felt good, very good.
"Oh, God! God, What have you done to me? It hurts. Ohhh, God!"
Nasim grinned and surprisingly he nearly leaped onto the bed. He grabbed Tammy's blond curls and pulled her head up.
"God? God? This is Africa and your God is not here! If you want something to worship I have something here."
He knelt in front of the skewered blond girl and waved his cock in front of her face. It's hard again she realized. That was quick! "Worship this if you need something to worship!" He pulled her face forward and Tammy opened her mouth eager to begin worshipping black cock.
It was 2 am before Tammy appeared in the lobby. The Africans still at the bar turned to ogle her. Tammy's radar quickly spotted the big one at the bar. She spotted her father asleep in a chair in the lobby. She went over and woke him up.
"Daddy, wake up."
She pushed his shoulder and he stirred, then he jumped to his feet startled.
"What time is it?"
"Late, we better go."
She took his arm, realizing that her father was a bit tipsy.
Together they walked out of the hotel.
Her pussy twitched and startled she looked behind her. Her heart leaped as she realized the big African at the bar had followed them out. She slowed her pace, easy to do with her father's tipsy state.
There was a sudden heat in her loins! Christ what was wrong with her. Four men had just finished putting her through her paces, and now a complete stranger had set her off again.
She glanced behind her. He was closer. God, he was a big! So tall!
"Whose so big?" Her father asked.
Tammy was startled she had not realized she had spoken out loud.
The African had seen her glance and increased his pace. Moments later she felt his hand on her shoulder turning her.
"What...," her inquiry was crushed by his lips and she clung to him as he pushed her up against the hotel wall.
"What? What's going on? Hey!" Tammy heard her father in the background, but her focus was on the big African body pressed against her and her pussy had steamed up.
David Burton staggered slightly as he gathered his wits. Then he saw his precious ******** being pushed up against the hotel wall. He blinked and realized the African had his hand up his ********'s skirt.
He was fondling his ******** through her panties. No that was not right he realized, his ********'s panties were in his pocket! He flushed.
"Hey... you!"
The African turned to David, not that the hand under his ********'s skirt had ceased its movement. His ******** was panting, her lips parted and her eyes wide.
"Z$50 dollars and I'll let you watch me fuck your pretty wife!"
David swallowed.
"That's not my wife."
"Good that's Ok then... clear off." The African dropped his head to Tammy's slender neck and nibbled.
"No, No you don't understand. That's my ********!"
The African looked around at David, then back at the panting woman he had pinned up against the wall.
"Ok... I see... Z$100 dollars and I'll let you watch me fuck your ********!"
David staggered backwards shocked. Shocked by the suggestion, and shocked by the hard on that had instantly sprung up at the suggestion.
He looked at Tammy, who was looking back at him. With shock, he realized that Tammy was waiting to hear whether he would say yes or not. She did not look alarmed, or disgusted at the suggestion. She was waiting for his reaction.
With a shock, he realized his ********'s hands were slowly stroking the African's neck. She was going to let this complete stranger do it to her!
He staggered backward. Then watched helplessly as the African slid his arm around his ********'s waist and led her back to the hotel.
He worked his way back to the car. Fumbled through unlocking it, and managed to get himself inside. He steadied himself. He was shocked at the way his ******** had looked at him after the African had made his suggestion. As though she was happy to accept the proposal. Now he had taken his ******** inside and he was going to fuck her. Images scorched his mind. He had in the bushes and sneaked a look through the bedroom window and watched Nasam Togbi fuck his ******** on the Burton marriage bed.
It had been the most mind-blowing erotic scene he had ever seen.
Now, this African stranger had offered to let him watch as he fucked Tammy. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to see that big African buck get between his beautiful blond ********'s lovely legs and fuck her!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money there.
It was Z$100 dollars. Fate?
In a daze, he pulled himself back out of the car and headed for the hotel.
It surprised him how easy it was to find them. He pushed the door to their room and the door yielded. He staggered inside. His ******** was on her back on the bed. Those lithe shapely legs that had seen wrapped around Nasam Togbi were now wrapped around this big black stranger.
He stepped into the room. The African turned to see who had come into the room. David waved the Z$100 dollars. He turned back to Tammy and recommenced fucking her.
Tammy looked at him over the African's shoulder. She smiled shyly, then her expression changed as the African became more vigorous.
She gasped.
"It's Ok ***, it's OK."
He sat on the chair by the bed. His ******** reached out and took his hand. He grasped it, reassuring her, and then held it as the big African fucked his ******** to multiple orgasms.
After he left he helped her gather her things. As they were coming out of the room another African stopped them. He was surprised to see it was the pimp he had seen earlier with the young white girl in room 424.
He pushed Tammy back into the room and pulled David out. To his surprise, there was a queue of men outside their room.
"Hey what's going on?"
"Never mind that you got any money?"
"No, I don't have any money!"
"Well that's it then you can't watch again."
"What are you on about?"
"Hey, if he ain't got any money why you keeping me waiting? That's sweet white meat in there and I'm head of the queue."
"You got your Z$100 dollars?" The pimp took the money and pushed the African into Tammy's room.
"Hey, you can't go in there! That's my ********! She's not a prostitute."
"Now don't you go causing me any problem whoever you are," the pimp glared at David. "I got clients waiting with money to spend." He nodded to the five men waiting. The last in the queue was a big bugger and his ******** would like him. Then he cursed himself for thinking like that!
"But that's my ********."
"Come on honey, just suck this a little." David swallowed. That was the African in the room with his ******** speaking!
"Oh wow! Oooh, Yesss. Hey, guys this one really knows how to use her mouth and tongue! Ohhh yessss!"
The Africans waiting outside grinned at each other.
"Ok, your next, he's going to be quick!" The Africans outside laughed.
"Give me your Z$100 dollars then?" The second African eagerly handed over his money.
