Warning: This series contains violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this.
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Chapter 1
There was a lot of traffic in African and Asian human cargo all across Europe. The guys took your cash and didn't ask questions; they packed you and several other people, Africans, Asians and East Europeans, like sardines, in the back of some cargo truck, and took you where you wanted to go. If you were lucky you made it, if you had bad luck, the truck got stopped, searched and you were busted, arrested and deported. Dez had twenty thousand Euros in his pocket. It cost him five to be smuggled from Italy to Romania, another five to make it to Poland, and six to get to Germany.
His feet finally touched German soil. He was half starved and half suffocated. But he was elated. It had taken him 16 months to get there. Dez bought himself some nice, expensive clothes, for he had been informed that that was the best way not to be noticed by cops and randomly searched. He rode the train to Hamburg.
He called home and he was informed that they had failed to get Trish's number or address. He took a cab to the last address of hers that he had. He was driven to a big house on the outskirts of town.
It was late afternoon, when he walked up the driveway to an impressive villa and rang the bell. An elderly, wrinkled German lady, of at least sixty, opened the door. She hardly spoke English, and seemed rather drunk. She knew nothing about a Trish.
However, she invited him into the kitchen, and gave him some food, "Brot und Wurst". She sat near him, gazing at him with fascination as she drank one glass of wine after another. She kept saying, "schön, sehr schön! Sehr, sehr schön!" which he later found out meant beautiful.
When he finished eating, he thanked her and stood up to leave. She jumped at him, grabbing his face and kissing his lips. Then she fell all over him, grabbing and fondling him and trying to rip off his clothes. Dez realized with shock that she wasn't a bad girl, or bad woman, coz they were both never this bad. No sir, she was a bad grand ma. (Note: this really happened to me at least four times in Germany)
Dez ran for it, his speed and agility enabling him to escape from the bad grand ma.
He took another cab back into town. As he sat back, watching the cars and houses slide by, Dez suddenly felt down. He had come all the way, spontaneously, risking life and limb, and he was now in a country where he knew nobody, didn't speak the language and had about €1 000 in his pocket.
He felt forlorn. He started wondering if the money would be enough to get him back home. After 15 minutes, the spirit of adventure gripped the young man. He said to himself that if he had made it this far, despite everything, then the gods or whoever must be on his side and he would be successful. Certainly, he was curious about this country he now found himself in. He decided he would stay in Germany until he found his baby. He hadn't' come all the way for nothing.
He paid the driver and went into an Italian restaurant and had a pizza, feeling nostalgia. Afterwards, he walked into a shop and bought a cool drink and some gum. He strolled through the city center of Hamburg. The first impressions were strong.
For, back home, people thought the streets of Europe were paved with gold, and whites were civilized, nice, intelligent people. This seemed all true. Dez was dazzled by all the glitter, the fine cars on the streets, the countless tall buildings, the shops full of high tech goods and the latest styles and fashions. Germany was indeed a very wealthy country. They even used the Mercedes Benz, the dream car back home in his Southern African country, as a Taxi.
The women on the streets impressed him too, tall, fit white girls, looking all elegant and sexy, dressed in trendy clothes. It was a hot, sunny summer day in Hamburg and Dez was amazed at seeing so many skimpily dressed, almost half naked women. Some of them were so skimpily dressed that his dick would get hard at looking after them. The only thing he didn't like was that they walked like men. However, he thought the Germans must be getting their fuck on big time, for back home, when a girl dressed real skimpy, you could bet she was horny and getting her fuck on. One thing he liked about German women at first sight was that they were tall, big and strong, with wide hips and thick asses. Now, those were women that could fuck for hours and bear thousands of kids, he thought. He was shocked when he later discovered, that Germany had a very low birth rate. He never would have thought so, with all those healthy women and all that ass on display. The reason he was then told for the typical Western European phenomena was that the men had a low sperm count and the young people had a general aversion to kids. (look it up on the net.)
Dez tried to ask an elderly German woman for directions and she hurried away like he had rabies. He tried to ask a man in a tie and suit, same result. He was surprised. He walked up to some youngsters wearing hip hop clothes and they were very friendly. He asked them where he could find some Africans and they directed him to a park. He strolled inside the leafy, green park. Several white women were sunbathing, topless, wearing tiny bikinis that outlined their pussy lips. He had to tear his eyes off them, for back home, women only showed their tits openly at traditional dances, if at all. And that ass always stayed covered, except at the swimming pool.
He could imagine that back home the guys would have been all over such girls, shooting game and trying to fuck like crazy. However, German men walked past showing no emotion. He thought they must be getting so much pussy that they were tired of it. Now, he was so sure that there was a lot of fucking going on in this place.
He spotted a group of black men sitting at a park bench. A ghetto blaster was blasting some reggae and they were grilling some chicken. He walked up to them and they were friendly and invited him to join them. They were West Africans. He chatted with them. A lot of them were smoking weed. Two of them were dealing, selling small bags to Germans. Dez started chatting with one of them, a friendly, twenty something, handsome, athletic brother with funky dreadlocks, named Adam. Adam was very good natured and high.
After a while, Dez took him to the side. The guy pulled out three bags and asked him to pick one, for 25. Dez gave him a fifty and told him,
"I don't want the weed man, I want some advice."
"What then?"
"Listen, I am here illegally. I wanna stay in this country. Any idea how I can manage that?"
Dez told him that he had crossed to Italy and then made it over.
Adam thought about it and then said, "Well, the easiest would be if you married a German woman. It will cost you 6 to 8 thousand."
"I don't have it."
"Then, well, you have to apply to become a refugee. You have to destroy your papers, tell them you are from one of those countries with a civil war, and if you go back home you will be killed by the forces of the dictator. You will be allowed to stay for a year. And then, in that time, you have to go out to parties or something and make a German woman fall in love with you. You marry her, and then you will have a permanent staying permit after two years."
