The following story has been written as a reader request, this is a fictionalized telling of true events. It is part two in the Samantha series and takes place a few months after chapter one. I send my thanks to my dear Italian friend Fabio for the inspiration --
This story is the third reader request I have done. If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me with story ideas and maybe I can write something from them. They need not include any of my recurring characters.
This story involves interracial sex, lesbian sex and a number of themes some may be offended by, so consider yourself warned.
As with most of my stories there is more story than there is sex, and this will not be a short story, as my others are also not very short in length.
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Samantha is Africanized - The Story Continues
Samantha and Fabio had been back in their daily lives, trying to normalize after Fabio caught Samantha cheating on him. They attempted to salvage their marriage, with Samantha breaking off contact with her lover Kiashan, a man in senior leadership at the South African consulate in Milan. These have not been their best months.
Fabio made changes in his medication and made a larger effort sexually, none the less he still battled impotence. He was able to give Samantha sexual pleasure with oral sex, toys and with his hands, he knew it just was not the same thing. His confidence had not been very high and did not get any better, as Italian culture was like so many others, where a man is judged as less than a man when he is impotent. No matter the cause, no matter if it be a war injury or cancer, people do tend to judge impotent men harshly.
Fabio's doctor was able to prescribe a powerful erectile function drug, however even this did not always work. Conditions had to be very good for even this medication to function, Fabio had to be in a good mood, he had to be well rested, and he had to be at a high state of arousal. It improved things, but they still were not where they had been prior to his illness.
For her part, Samantha gave quite a lot of effort in their sexual lives. She would dance for Fabio, and as his medication changed, she became more interested again in kissing him, and in sucking his dick, although she was still unable to tolerate the taste of his semen. She had taken a liking to her lover's cum, but something was just different about her husband's. He was still on medication, and likely would be for the rest of his life to keep his cancer in remission.
The medication changed his scent and taste, and also robbed him of his energy and strength, which lead to more coffee for him, which kept his semen taste bitter. She sucked his dick a half dozen times over these few months, but even this was a lot more often than ever before. Fabio noticed the increased attention and was thankful for it.
She would try to swallow Fabio's cum from time to time after a handjob, as Fabio gave her warning before cumming and she always finished him with her hand. His cum just did not smell or taste very good at all. She had taken to actually taking some of his cum on her tongue after a handjob and showing it to him, and she became pretty good at pretending to swallow, before excusing herself to spit it out in the bathroom before rinsing her mouth.
Her lover Kiashan had tasted better. From time to time she thought of him, her memory distorting their time together, making it even better than it had been. She had not tasted him for some time, but now her memory had her convinced that Kiashan had been the most considerate lover she had ever had, that his cum smelled like a spring field of flowers and tasted like the best dessert pastry. She knew this wasn't the case, but she knew Kiashan to be a vegan, who avoided a lot of fried and bitter foods, and he never drank beer or coffee. She was sure this lead to the taste of his kiss, of his dick, and of his fluids.
Of course, Sam was not a stupid woman, she knew how with time people tended to remember things as better than they were. Most of the time she would remember what had happened between them, and when she was thinking logically she could put together how she had been manipulated. Kiashan was a fantastic lover, but she could remember that he was never loving towards her, sometimes not even kind. In retrospect Sam felt like an object for Kiashan to have used, often sharing her with other men.
Samantha pondered at times on how Kiashan had used prejudices she was not sure she carried against her, at times using guilt to get his way.
Very quickly in their affair, Kiashan had convinced her that saying no to him could only be due to the racism deep inside her. Don't swallow all of his cum? Racism. Don't agree to fuck his friends and co-workers? Racism. Make a face when three men she didn't know came on her face and in her mouth? Racism. Refuse to do any of it in front of a crowd? Racism.