A fantasy by Julie Van, Wunderboi and Curt B.
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Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense as Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two-story house and they would be honoured if he would bless them with his presence.
Simone was delighted when he had accepted the proposal as she had many reasons for her own that having him close by would satisfy. What she didn't realise was that idea wasn't her's, but that the suggestion had been implanted in her mind by her Rhino mobile phone some days before she asked him. He settled into his new residence without drama and it took but a few days for a new routine to be established within the White's household.
It was agreed - albeit there had been no discussion - that he would occupy the master bedroom and share the marital bed with Simone.
There had been no need to consult with her husband Ian as the arrangement had been similarly implanted in his brain by his phone and therefore he made no comment when Simone informed him about their new sleeping arrangements. He understood that from now on he would be sleeping in the adjacent guest bedroom and that he would only be invited back to his old bedroom whenever Oskar was travelling away from Hawksville on his frequent business trips.
Indeed, the invite to rejoin her was largely a hollow one because Simone had been accompanying Oskar on many of his trips as his 'admin support' and that seemed to be working out very well and setting the trend for the foreseeable future
Ian's acceptance of these new rules was just another example of how conditioned and compliant he had become over the past year or so since Rhino had cemented its presence in Hawksville and, at a personal level, into every aspect of the family's lives. No facet of their lives seemed to have been left untouched by the conditioning process and in his conditioned frame of mind, he was quite happy to go along with anything and everything his wife told him to do. He'd grown to love her more forceful nature when it came to what the family did.
It was the end of Oskar's first week under this new regime and he was very content how things were working out. The 'grand plan' was coming together very well and he reflected that Hawksville had now reached the point of being a near-perfect model for the society that was envisaged for the future.
Blacks were becoming more widely viewed by the town's white population as being superior in every way. The whites, especially the town's female population unquestionably regarded them as being their superiors; women of all colours craved black cock and dismissed any other sort as being inferior;
Employment and prosperity were on the rise; crime was down to unknown levels; everyone who lived in the greater Hawksville area was happy and content and it was all due to Rhino. "What's not to like?" Oskar thought.
Simone had long ago reached the point of being totally under the 'Rhino Influence' and it was no surprise when after they had eaten their evening meal that she invited Oskar to join her in bed. If Ian had heard her make the suggestion he hadn't reacted because he was focused on his plans for the evening.
Ian had already served them the dinner he had spent some time preparing and was satisfied that he had served them well. He told them both that he would deal with the dirty dishes later after he had returned from his night out. Making sure that their drinks were topped up he made his apologies but he said that he did need to get away to visit his friend Herb and he didn't want to miss the start of the college basketball game that was being televised.
She smiled to herself as she watched her husband scuttling around knowing full well why he was so keen to get away. "Friday Night, also known as the night Ian and Herb got to play their little games and jerk each other off," she thought. Still, she didn't begrudge him his fun for he had earned a little time off what with all the running around and chores she made him do.
The front door had no sooner clicked shut behind Ian before she took Oskar's black hand and led him up the stairs to their bedroom.
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Chloe had never felt such excitement.
After years of training, patience and practice she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a properly accredited cheerleader with a prestigious troupe and here she was going on her first event to the quarter-finals of the State College Basketball Cup to 'strut her stuff'. She wondered ruefully if her selection had anything to do with her rapidly maturing body.
The game was between Hawksville High and another school from upstate (she couldn't remember the name) and 'The Rhinos'. The team was sponsored by Hawksville's major employer and with their support had made it through to this stage without too much trouble having brushed aside lesser opposition on the way.
Their previous games had been well attended with a significant proportion of the spectators being women and girls who just could not get enough of seeing these muscular, tall black boys who seemed to glide effortlessly through any white opposition to dunk basket after basket. (Many of the female audience would later confess to their TVs that they became so wet just thinking about what was hidden beneath those silky shorts; the confession came as they blatantly masturbated in front of the unblinking eye of the TV's camera while they were lost in the fantasy of being fucked by these young men.)
A privilege that was granted to a few of the girls was to travel with the team on the bus to the game. This time they were playing in the state capitol and Chloe was one of those who had been selected and given the honour to ride along with three other recruits to the troupe.
The remainder of the cheerleader group had to make their arrangements and it was usually their parents who provided it.
The selection of both the team and the girls riding the bus had been made by the team coach, Coach Spenser, a large black man with whom nobody messed around and whose word was law. What he said goes, and heaven help anyone who questioned his judgment and decisions. In the matter of choosing girls, it was to him a simple equation; they had to be white, pretty, busty and compliant.