Out Of Afrika Ch 21

A Fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van, and this chapter is written by Wunderboi

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Oscar Botha, the Chief Executive Officer of Rhino Industries, headquartered in Hawkinsville in the U.S. was exhausted after his busy trip to the U.K. and Europe. This was not like him, normally such a schedule would not have tired him but he conceded to himself that, maybe, he was no longer the young man who came to America all those years ago. He had not lost the love of the 'cut and thrust' of business and the accompanying lifestyle, especially the seduction and satisfaction he got from bedding anyone he took a shine to, in particular the young white wives of Hawkinsville.

Then there was the other thing on his mind, his twenty-one-year-old Swedish bombshell of a girlfriend had started to bore him with her clingy nature. He thought to himself that whilst any man would give anything to be with the gorgeous Ingrid she had become intensely irritating to him and he needed something more.

As he sipped his coffee his mind went back to the Miller girl's wedding when Clarissa Johnson kissed him, and the pleasant shock it caused him to realize that the powerful President of the Confederacy Country Club found him attractive and clearly was sending him a message. She had opened her mouth and had given him a French kiss in front of hundreds of onlookers. It excited him no end when in response he cupped the perfect, full firm breasts of the older woman who looked far younger than her forty-something years.

He recollected Ingrid's dismay at his 'infidelity' and laughed to himself thinking how inconsequential his behavior would have been seen by his wives back in Africa. Was it because Ingrid was holding his cock in the Chapel and felt it swell to full hard erection as he kissed Clarissa? Well, he smiled, that was probably the reason!

These Western women were such a puzzle!

As he drained his coffee cup he decided he must find something for the 21-year-old Swedish girl to do with her time other than trailing around behind him like a lost puppy. He mused and then decided to contact Bishop Erasmus to ask him if he had a role for the sexy blonde. The Bishop was always very keen on very young white girls and would surely find a creative solution. In fact, he had remembered the Bishop had fondled the 19-year-old Ingrid quite aggressively when he was first introduced to her and even offered to help school her in the skills of sucking black cock. Oskar thought that was hilarious and burst out laughing. Ingrid looked like she was going to burst into tears! Silly girl.

Then he had a second thought, why waste her such immense sexual talent on the priests of The Church of the Black Staff? Those horny men of the cloth would delight in taking turns with his delightful morsel of a girl until she was useless to do anything else. He had seen it before when the Bishop took the young white parishioners, both boys, and girls, downstairs and gave them his blessings while they were mesmerized by the Rhino TV.

No, he concluded, as much as he admired the church and all its works they didn't deserve such a treat. In keeping with his reputation as the great leader of Rhino Industries, he should be able to think of doing something better for her than that.

As he lay on the bed, lost in thought, Ingrid made her way back into the bedroom. She was a sight to behold, her full dark nipples clearly evident through the pink baby-doll top. He turned his head and thought 'she still looks sixteen for heaven's sake', and with a little creativity in her dress could easily make her pass for younger still.

His cock hardened at the thought that she could be seen as a much younger girl, something that would count as being very desirable with many of the older black executives in the company. Then there were those clients and customers to whom he often provided thank you presents. Rhino customers and potential customers would delight in being given Ingrid for a weekend to the firm's retreat.

The possibilities were endless.

She approached the bed and said, "Oh, Oscar I am sorry you are so tired but I hope not too tired for I am horny this morning and I need your loving; it has been nearly a week since you have touched me."

Oscar replied sternly, "My dear Ingrid the time has come for us to make a few changes; I must insist you return to calling me either Mr. Botha or 'Master' from now on."

She stammered with hearing the cold tone in his voice, "What have I done? I didn't know that I've been bad, I will do anything to make it up to you."

"I have decided that you need more direction in your life, young lady. I am feeling that you should be made available for other black lovers."

She flushed with embarrassment, "But I love you, Osc, er, um, I mean Master, I love you."

Tears welled up in her pretty eyes threatening to make her mascara run.

"I love my wives in Africa, they have borne me many sons, big strong and black like me. I love you too but I feel that you should be shared. At the wedding last week did you not notice that Devon, Maggie Miller's brand new husband, took her upstairs to fuck her in her wedding dress, and afterward encouraged two of his black groomsmen to both fuck her as well? She clearly loved it and had an amazing wedding."

Ingrid was speechless. How would he know such a thing?

Oscar continued, "And did you notice that Ma'Bill, one of my senior executives had 18-year-old Denise, the stunning maid of honor and Delores, who was just married a few weeks earlier, both in his pew with him, while his wife watched and shared his attention.?"

"But" she stammered, "That doesn't mean he made love to them!?"

Oskar laughed derisively "He told me later that he had fucked Denise when she came into the Rhino Store to buy bridesmaid dresses, and that he had fucked Delores the very night they met. After the wedding, he took them both into his bed; together while his wife calmly took pictures and videos."

"That is the black way of love. That they share their women as a mark of respect to their fellows."

Ingrid wailed, "But how are you going to share me, Master?"

"Oh, my dear, I'm not going to share you." he continued, "You are going to report to Lucy at the nightclub. As you know she is the senior hostess, and although she is just twenty-three has been a loyal and wonderful employee. You may recall she entertained your father by sucking his cock on your first visit. "

Oscar did not need to remind her that she had enthusiastically participated in that session as well.

"I...I...I don't know what to say," she murmured, flushed with embarrassment to think that her black master knew about her incident with her father. And that he would so casually bring it up to her.

"For now, get over here and take my cock in your mouth and talk dirty to me...say the things you will say when you are sucking the black cock of one of my customers whom Lucy has sent you to see. She will ensure you are dressed in your slave outfit with the diamond slave collar I gave you. You must have known the significance of that gift, that there would be an accounting; that you would get to serve me as your lord and master.

"However, I stress it is your choice. If you decline I will send you home and you can explain to your father why his very influential business deal is being canceled. Do you want to stay and do what I say, or do you wish to go?"

Ingrid answered in a low voice as she took off her silk top, "I will stay Master. I will stay and do your bidding. I will do anything to please you."

He pulled his boxers down and she took his thickening cock in her mouth, rubbing it against her sensitive full breasts before she lowered her head and stretched her lips to accommodate his girth. He liked to watch her like this. He had no doubt that in the coming days the word would spread like wildfire that Ingrid had a new assignment, that she was available and that she was no longer his protected girlfriend.

She would be a popular hostess, and he had no doubt that if she was wise her bank account would increase substantially as the black executives lined up to enjoy her charms and then shower her with big tips.

As CEO he was not supposed to encourage such gifts, or even know about them but as CEO he delighted in knowing about everything. One never knew he might need the information at some point.

However, first-things-first, he would call Lucy and explain what he wanted. Lucy was creative and would teach Ingrid well and use her talents and looks to everyone's advantage. He smiled as he thought about Lucy bedding Ingrid, which is where her education would undoubtedly start. He was fond of watching girl-on-girl action and it would arouse him no end.

Then he would call Clarissa and invite her to meet with him; they would have much to discuss. His cock deep inside Ingrid's mouth was like a steel rod as he thought about seducing the aloof, sexy, busty older woman. It would be a delightful challenge to outwit her rich husband, and as he suspected her handsome young black lover.

Ingrid thought the erection was for her and redoubled her efforts to have him cum in her mouth.

Oscar had already moved on.

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Maxwell Johnson looked out of the window from his First Class seat down onto the glowing huge expanse of New York City below and was disturbed by a flight attendant who was offering him a bottle of Oregon pinot noir, which she knew to be his favorite.

He admired her lovely face. She was of mixed race, likely, he thought originally from the Islands in the Caribbean. He openly stared at her full breasts in a crisp white blouse the cut of which emphasized them. She had removed her formal jacket and in so doing thrust her chest out smiling invitingly at him. God, she was stunning, he thought.

There were only a few passengers for her in First Class. He planned to get to know her better when she was not quite so busy.

He was delighted to make the earlier flight, as he hated long waits in boring airports. He would be getting home a few hours earlier than planned, and on purpose had not advised Clarissa of the change. He wanted to surprise her.

He sat back, relaxed, and let his mind wander. Again he recalled the night of the new members' party at the CCC where his lovely wife was President. That night he had lots of wine, but not as much as he let on. He clearly remembered Igoro the young African orphan who lived with them helping him upstairs and getting him ready for bed, and Clarissa giving him his medication. Then he remembered Igor, standing behind his wife and unzipping her pretty red dress, his black hands resting on her milky white shoulders, and her looking up into his face and smiling.

At the time he thought that was a sweet thing to do by the boy who they both looked upon as a special son. He had fallen asleep and woke up several hours later when he needed to relieve himself.

His wife was not beside him. Thinking she was in the bathroom he padded silently towards the night light.

He heard her moan. It sounded like she said, 'Oooh God.'

His first thought was that maybe she had fallen. "Dear heavens, is she hurt?" but she was not in the bathroom. He went into the hall where he saw the open door of Igor's room and the small bedside light.

When he reached the doorway he stood as silent as a mouse, his mouth gaping open at the sight of his beautiful wife Clarrisa moaning uncontrollably. She was facing the bottom of the bed, sitting, mounted on the huge black cock of her twenty-year-old lover. As she rose and fell, he matched her movements perfectly and thrust his cock deep into Maxwell's wife with an expert screwing motion. It was clear she was loving it as she had a facecloth in her mouth trying to stifle her screams of extreme, intense pleasure.

Maxwell had never seen anything as erotic in his entire life but rather than being upset, he felt himself getting hard.

How could that be? He had not had a proper erection in years and the best that he could expect was when Clarissa had kindly resorted to pleasuring his semi-soft small cock with her hand and occasionally her mouth as a treat for him.

Igor suddenly spoke, "Oh my God, mother, don't stop fucking me, oh please don't stop, oh fuck, oh mother you know what I love you oh God, I'm cumming."

Maxwell melted into the hall and retraced his steps quickly, his cock as big and hard as when he had been twenty himself.

Why did that happen?

He was confused; did he really see his beautiful wife with the black cock inside her, his black hands holding her perfect big white breasts; her riding him like a bucking bronco; her screaming his name, the sound muffled by the facecloth?

Or was it a dream; a nightmare?

No, it was no dream. He was back in bed and she was not beside him. It was not a dream.

His mind was spinning but, whatever else, he was not mad at her.

He was a rational man, he was trained as a CEO, it was time to let his leadership abilities come to the fore.

Think. Think is what you do in a crisis.

What are the facts?

The facts:

His wife had taken a black lover who was 25 years younger than her.

They clearly had both been ultra discrete and tonight was not their first time together.

Far from it.

They had protected his reputation.

Neither of them had seen him.

He knew about their affair.

They did not know he knew.

Those were the facts so now what do I do?

Firstly, and foremost don't say anything you will regret.

Think.

She was seemingly happier than he had seen her in years.

Secondly, don't be a hypocrite. Remember that when you traveled on business when younger you often screwed around

Lastly, do not do anything you would regret.

Somehow with his mind racing about all manner of possibilities, he managed to get to sleep knowing he had a business trip scheduled the next day.

After a sleep filled with dreams of all manner of erotic fantasies involving his wife in bed with their Black lodger and himself looking on behind the open doorway, Maxwell awoke and was relieved to find Clarissa alongside him. Before he could say a word she leaned over and gave him a kiss and without any prompting told him that Igor had already left the house to attend university. He was unsure why she should choose to tell him such a mundane fact and had the momentary hope that maybe she was going to give him a 'special treat' but that thought was dashed when she went on to happily admonished him for 'drinking too much last night''.

He smiled at her, kept his thoughts to himself, and apologized.

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The lovely flight attendant roused him from his deep thoughts and offered him more of an excellent pinot. God, she was gorgeous.

Maxwell flirted with her "So let me guess where you are from."

She replied in kind laughing "I suppose you won't believe St. Louis?"

"No, my guess is Barbados"

"Incorrect: I was born in Trinidad and Tobago"

"Of course, where the most beautiful women in the world come from."

"I am honored you think that sir, you are most kind."

She moved on to help other passengers.

Maxwell admonished himself. Of course, why would she not be from Trinidad? There the world's black, white and Asians races had mixed for a hundred years if not more,

He also admonished himself for openly flirting when he had a wonderful loving wife at home. But he reminded himself, that's what most men did. He formed a plan for when he got home.

It was time for the meal to be served.

Cherie-Ann was embroidered on her flight attendant's apron in a tasteful script. As she bent over to place his tray in front of him he could see that she had unbuttoned a few of the buttons on her white blouse. The apron was loose and she gave him an eyeful of beautiful cleavage. Maxwell could feel his cock stirring again.

As the flight neared their destination he wrote his private secret email address on an envelope he had in his briefcase and put a few one hundred dollar bills in it. He didn't bother to count how many.

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When Maxwell realized that his meeting was going to end early he thought that he would let Clarissa know but then decided against and decided to surprise her instead with his early arrival. He had no idea of what awaited him.

His Limo collected him from Arrivals and dropped him in his driveway; he noted all three of their cars were at home. He let himself in the house rather than ring the doorbell and not seeing anyone in the lounge he wandered through to the kitchen where he had a view through to the back patio. He was pleased that he hadn't rung the doorbell.

Clarissa was kneeling on the pool deck on two fluffy towels carefully folded to offer comfort from the hard marble surface. She was facing Igor who was sitting back in a lounger, naked from the waist down as Clarissa gently stroked his big black cock. She was wearing a tiny white bikini that barely covered her nipples. She reached over to the small table and took a pretty yellow ribbon to tie back her hair. Her arms up behind her head caused her gorgeous breasts to stand up and out for Igor's benefit and his eyes were locked on the magnificent orbs. She took the time to tie a pretty bow in her loose ponytail teasing him with words that Maxwell could only imagine. In no time at all Igor was fully erect, his cock twitching as in anticipated being sucked and licked by his older white lover. He could never get enough of her, and she of him.

She reached out and her manicured nails gently trailed up and down the boy's cock, her mouth open and watering, she licked around the cockhead the saliva from her mouth running freely over his glistening member. Her wedding rings glistening in the late afternoon sunlight as she stroked and sucked. He moaned loudly thinking there was no one to hear them....but there was; Maxwell in the kitchen was both watching and listening intently.

Maxwell watched a while and thought that he would let them finish what they were doing and then casually talk to them after dinner about what he had witnessed but then he had a better plan and But he changed his mind and called her cell phone.

He watched her through the window as with her right hand still stroking Igoro's cock, she answered with her left hand.

"Hello darling, I wasn't expecting you."

"Yes, sweetie I caught an earlier flight and am on my way home just now from the airport. Thought I'd surprise you."

"That's wonderful, Igor and I are out back by the pool, why don't you join us?" She leaned over and licked his erect cock. Smiling at her lover wickedly, she moved her hand down to cup his big balls.

"OK, I will be probably about ten minutes. I'll go straightaway upstairs and change and join you."

"I can't wait, darling, oh, just so you know, we went shopping today and Igor and I went to the Rhino Centre and he bought me a special new bikini which I am wearing right now. It is very naughty but I can't think of a nicer present to wear for my two special men."

"Love you, bye."

"I love you too Maxwell, bye"

Igor said, "We should stop this now and compose ourselves."

"We have ten minutes." She replied. "Lay back, I want to finish what I started, I want you to cum in my mouth and over my breasts, then I want you to rub the cum all over my tits so my husband can see them glistening in this little bikini, he will love it."

She slapped his erect penis. She sucked as a woman possessed. Her husband could not take his eyes off the scene. He put his phone up and hit 'video'

Her hand flew up and down harder and faster grasping Igoro's cock all slippery with her saliva. She growled at him, "Call me Mother"

"Yes, Mother, yes, make me cum on you, make me cum in your mouth so you can kiss your husband with your mouth open and he can taste it. Don't swallow all of it keep some Mother, yes, yes fuck, yes suck it, suck it harder, don't stop. "