Did I mention our daughter is a prodigious, aspiring sportswoman?
No, well why would I...not important on the whole, except for the fact that it takes me and Trudy around Europe watching her, supporting her...and it was on one of these trips that Trudy met 'Thor'...the man who was to shatter her promise to Soloman.
Since Zambia, we had been good. She had stuck to the new rules...and stuck to black cock...but the events out in Africa had left a mark, made her resentful, and you could see she was struggling with the whole 'black is best' thing now, the novelty wearing off after seeing Stephen abuse those women, and being tricked by Bala, aka Michael, aka Jonas.
A few months had passed since her return from that trip and she had screwed at least one guy per week...some arranged on-line with me watching at local hotels (despite the lack of spontaneity I had to concede it was the easiest way), some opportunistic due to her work, or just meeting men on our nights out...we even went to a dogging site in a local beauty spot, where she resolutely only allowed black cocks to fuck her...3 of them in the end, ogled by a group of guys like me...better at watching!!
I had not yet fucked another woman...I hadn't really looked yet, and I was still getting off on watching Trudy...though I had to admit wanking my own cock was becoming a bit tedious and I did need to get some variety...some pussy. I had considered going to a prostitute but was not entirely comfortable about it...confidence issues again.
Anyway, my daughter is at a sports academy...they train every day, play in a competitive league for much of the year, and when most kids are sat on their arse fixated by their PS4s, or shopping and lunching with girlfriends, my daughter and her team are travelling to various European countries to play challenge games or tournaments.
One of these trips took us to Helsinki, Finland.
I will make the details short. Having flown out on a Sunday with the team and a few other parents, plus the teams coaches and management, we checked in to a hotel - which one is not important. We were in our own room, the girl was sharing with a team mate.
The next morning they were due to play their first game of the tournament. We were taken by coach to the arena and while the team prepared we sat in the cafe, waiting for the game to start.
We both clocked the guy we later named 'Thor' in the cafe first...you could not miss him really...he was just a fucking man mountain...he made Hulk Hogan look like Pee Wee Herman and the Incredible Hulk like Kermit the frog. This guy was blonde, mid 40s, blue eyed, (false) tanned and wall to wall muscle, about 6"7' tall, a chest the size of an American fridge and arms like Popeye on spinach flavoured steroids...and he was taut...his t-shirt fitting tighter than a condom; tracing his muscular torso beneath.
I think Trudy came just looking at him...I swear at one point her mouth was agape...until she realised just how much she was staring, and ultimately where she was actually staring..! Lets just say it was below the belt...because his shorts also revealed massive powerful thighs and calves that only a devoted body builder can sport...but the tightness of them also provided a clear outline of a massive cock...he might as well have worn speedos or spandex they were that tight...and I expect he knew what he was doing, because all the women in the cafe had stopping drinking their lattes and were licking their lips for another reason...everyone of them imagining what that dick looked like in the raw, and what it would feel like in their cunt.
'Thor' caught Trudy's gaze and held it for a moment, smiling confidently, knowing what she was looking at and what she was thinking about...he smiled at her, and she actually blushed, gave a half smile back then glanced away...noticing the other women throwing daggers at her with their eyes, because he had not smiled at them...jealous of the attention he had paid her.
The moment passed, until we took our seat in the arena. Front row, above the teams benches below. We leant over to catch our daughters eye and wish her luck, which I eventually did when I got her attention, but when I turned around I noticed that Trudy was focussed on the opposition bench - containing none other than 'Thor'...it seemed he was the coach for the opposition, one of the local teams.
He spotted her looking at him and nodded back at her..she nodded in return, then looked away towards our girl to wish her well.
The game ended...an honourable draw...the girl doing well.
We waited outside for the team to change and emerge for the coach trip back to the hotel...the opposition emerged first, led out by Thor...as his team filed on to their own coach, he approached us...he introduced himself as Antti, but I will stick with Thor for this story.
He asked if our daughter was no.26 and when we acknowledged this he complimented her performance and ability. We swapped pleasantries, but also much more on a subliminal basis...sexual jousting clearly hanging heavy in the air between Trudy and Thor.
Thor and his team were staying at the same hotel as us...and as he left he said he hoped he would see us later, for a drink.
As it happened we did not see each other that night. Trudy however was in one of those moments in a woman's life where she was fretting about her figure and keeping trim, so rose early to go for a swim, sauna and steam room session leaving me comatose in bed; where she duly bumped in to Thor...an obvious fitness freak.
She was already in the pool doing laps, dressed in her swimming costume rather than bikini, when he loomed in to view. He filled the space behind him...and she noted he was wearing similar snug fitting shorts, revealing an obvious shadow of a cock capable of destroying some pussys.
She tried to pretend she had not seen him, but he did not let her get away with this snub by jumping in to the pool, then swimming alongside her...making her self conscious; gradually making her stop and cling to the wall after a few more lengths, and turn to face him.
They chatted shit for a while...flirted a little...while they clung to the wall of the pool, bobbing up and down occasionally to keep the blood flowing.
He invited her to the hot tub, and she followed him, sitting across from each other continuing their conversations. His leg occasionally brushing hers, but not on the outside, but on the inside of her knee, he made no apology for it however, leaving her to wonder if it was deliberate or if the seething, bubbling water was to blame...
They decamped to the sauna after the 15 minute cycle of the hot tub had finished. Before he went inside however, he made his excuses, and returned a few minutes later wearing only a towel around his waist.
Again he sat across from her at the opposite end of the sauna...he threw water over the coals, not hot enough for a Scandinavian he declared...clean, pure sweat began dripping from every part of her body as a result...
He sat in her eye line and drew his right leg back, bending it at the knee, leaving the left one extended in front of him..he was clearly toying with her, his actions providing a clear view under the towel of his thick, monster sized member; the bright pink bellend squinting at her from its hiding place, but acting as if he had no idea this was the case.
Her wetness from the heat of the sauna was added to by her cunt juices, due to the glimpse of his girth...she tried not to make it obvious she was looking at it, but failed miserably...and he knew it.
After another 15 minutes they moved on again to the steam room, an atmosphere of expectation and trepidation tangible between them.
After a few seconds of entering the steam room, they were engulfed in mist...though they knew they were alone neither had took a seat...she turned to locate him, and discovered that he was still stood inside the door, holding the handle...making sure it stayed located in the frame and could not be opened easily from the outside. She knew what he was anticipating.
She was torn...turmoil raged through her mind...her emotions swapping back and forth like a tennis rally...she was trying to convince herself that she was the property of only black cocks now and that she should remove herself from temptation, but her alter ego, her yin to her yang, was screaming at her to break this vow. The latter thoughts beginning to win the argument..."why restrict yourself to black dick"..."you made that promise to Soloman when you were newly liberated"..."he was your first BBC, and I was naive"..."He will never know...".
Then there was the Zambia incident, which had left her disillusioned, and perhaps brought her back to reality after the hedonism of her awakening; the straw that broke the spell rather than the camels back.
It seemed he could sense the conflict raging inside her, so he took a leap of faith, trusting he had read the signs right...he reached down with his free hand and dropped the towel around his waist to the floor...revealing his beautiful semi-erect rod, she reacted before her mind exploded with the doubt and indecision...dropping to her knees, gripping his shaft in both hands, twisting them around his girth and resurrecting it to life.
She dropped lower, hoovering his testicles in to her mouth in turn, rolling them around with her tongue like a gob-stopper. Popping them in, and then out, like balls from a bingo or lottery machine.