Tara surveyed the array of legal papers. She swept them all aside and collapsed on the sofa. The preliminary hearing into her husbands alleged immigration fraud activities had not gone well, the business faced closure and he faced a 10 year jail sentence.
She called the defence lawyers several times and finally got to speak to Mrs. Sambucci, the senior partner, and was advised that her husband assigned immigration checks to a guy called Mr. Nyoka. Did she know who he was and could he come forward as a witness to show the company had been compliant?
Of course she did. They had sacked Nyoka and his nephew less than two months ago for failing to immigration check new black recruits. Knowing they had helped the immigration service frustrated Tara even more. Why were they now hell bent on destroying their business?!?!
Tara found Nyoka's number on the company files called it relentlessly for two days and finally got answer. It was Nyoka who answered and he was less than pleased to hear from Mrs. Chaudhry, the wife of the man who had fired his whole family. On hearing of Tara's husbands predicament he burst out laughing swearing "Stupid bastard, asshole, asshole."
Tara explained that he could help, be a witness to say immigration checks were his own responsibility and not her husbands, and get his job back. He laughed and sneered at Tara on the phone until she offered him a pay rise as well. He then agreed to meet at her house.
Tara told her cousin Seema of the meeting and they agreed it best to meet Nyoka together. Who knew how he would behave? Tara was fearful and cautious around blacks anyway. Not racism but experience in general. Besides she did not want to be alone in her multi-million pound palatial mansion with a potentially vengeful black.
Seema was different to Tara. She was very westernized and did not wear a hijab or Abaya. On this occasion she was wearing a miniskirt, stockings, stilettos and a very tight blouse showing off huge titties without a bra! She was also a complete black cock addict.
Tara on the other hand was in her usual black Abaya and niqab. She had however given herself the luxury of her favourite red leather stilettos.
They waited a while and heard the buzzer. It was him. She opened the electric gates and watched as a blinged up SUV came up the gravel road, pulled up to the house and two black guys got out.
Tara recognised Nyoka from when he worked for them. Dark black skin, muscular, thick gold chain around his neck. In his late fifties. The other guy was younger, late twenties and muscular too. She recognised him as the nephew who had been sacked. He called himself Teddy X.
Tara remembered them both from the factory. They had used it like a pick-up joint, blatantly fucking half the women and making it their mission to fuck the married non-black ones. Several women had black babies from them.
Seema watched on the monitor and commented "They look so gangsta. OMG. I hope they are single. I ain't had any black in me for what...like three months."
"We need their help," snapped Tara as she went to open the door. "And be on your best behaviour." Her errant cousins penchant for black men had led to a messy divorce and widespread condemnation in the tight knit Bangladeshi Muslim community.
Both blacks swaggered into the house. A usually cautious Tara offered a handshake to both men and they obliged. She felt a thawing of the tension as she overdosed on pleasantries and they complimented her on the land, gardens and her opulent Chigwell tudor mansion.
When they walked in to the huge lounge and laid eyes on the voluptuous and sexy Seema, and she on them, the atmosphere became even more convivial to say the least. The sexual interest between Seema and the two negros was blatant and obvious!
Nyoka and Tara chatted about the situation, the factory and the legal advice around him giving evidence. She made it clear he was not on trial, and if he gave evidence to say immigration checks had been carried out, the charges would be reduced or dropped and her husband spared jail.
On the other side of the room Tara could see that Seema and Teddy were flirting quite blatantly. She was showing plenty of leg, thigh and crotch. Nyoka noticed too and seemed restless to join them.
Tara suggested Nyoka go to the study with her to go through computer records to get his story straight. They returned some 2 hours later and couldn't see Seema or Teddy. They walked around the whole ground floor but could not see them. They went upstairs to one of the guest suites to be greeted by the sounds and sights of pure carnal abandon!!
Teddy X was sat on the plush leather sofa, naked except for several gold chains on his thick neck. Sat astride him was Seema naked but for her slutty stockings, red suspenders and a tiny pair of lace panties pulled to one side of her engorged labia. She gave Tara a wild and aggressive glare as she rode Teddy's long, thick, jet black cock. And what a cock!
Tara was aghast at first but their reckless and defiant lust made her giddy. And that black cock! Beautiful, long, curved, thick and coated with Seema's juices.
Tara didn't even notice Nyoka as he stripped, fully erect and strode to the copulating pair. Seema moaned out loud. "Ooohhh Nyoka yeah baby come here. Fuck me too ooohhh yeah fuck me with that big black cock too."
Nyoka stood on the sofa and dangled an even bigger black cock in front of Seema's lust fuelled face. She seemed in a trance as she licked and sucked him off while riding Teddy like a numpho. Tara watched, but with ever increasing interest.
Seema climbed off Teddy and knelt in the floor. Both blacks stood over her as she hungrily sucked them off alternately. Cooing and moaning as she devoured the pounds of black cock on offer. "Come on cuz. Join me," she called to Tara, like a siren.
"Yes, join us," called Nyoka as he waved his big beautiful black cock at Tara.
