The training thing was an inconvenience but it would give Susan a week to relax somewhat from the continuous pounding her cunt was taking from William and the other Black guys. It might actually be a good thing.
We found out that the consulate was putting her up and the government agency involved was providing an instructor who would spend a couple days showing her what was expected and a day of testing. Pretty straight forward.
I drove her down on a Sunday evening. The consulate was basically just a suite of offices in a tower. So when they meant they would 'put her up' they meant a nearby hotel. A handful of program members, including four of the new group of farm labourers, were also staying on her floor during a week of orientation. And as it turned out, one of those workers was James' younger brother who knew all about my wife fucking and sucking Black cock for the past month or so. In fact we found out later that Richard's motivation to join the off shore labour program was because of everything James had told him about Susan.
And it didn't take long for Richard to spot Susan because he'd seen video of her fuck sessions at the farm house. I hadn't even seen those at this point.
Long story short, Richard was inside my wife's cunt the first night and it didn't take long for the other three to shoot their cum in her over the next days and nights. Susan said it was relentless. Four new cocks came in her at least once each every night into the wee hours.
I didn't know about this the first night, or the second, but when she sent me photos taken by one of the men, I was floored — and as hard as a rock in an instant. The first picture showed the bulbous head of a giant black cock seconds after it plopped from my wife's swollen cunt. Her lips were still open and big globs of sperm-filled cum were issuing from her sticky depths. The sheet where the cock head was resting was covered with jizz and a wet patch a foot wide showed clearly in the white fabric.
Other photos were as graphic — with cocks in her mouth. Cocks shooting onto her tongue. Cocks sunk deep in her pussy. Cum smeared down her inner thighs. Cum on her tits. Cum on her chin and on her stomach. Not a single black face was visible, but my wife's face was in almost every shot.
Susan created a Dropbox folder and dropped in a dozen or so short video clips as well, and watching them was mind blowing. In one 20-minute video Susan starts out on her hands and knees across a bed, one cock ramming her cunt from behind while a giant black rod slams four or five inches down her throat. The massive balls of one Black guy hit her chin and neck repeatedly like a wrecking ball. In her cunt the massive Black cock, easily 10 inches, is coated in her pussy juices and her own cum splashes her thighs, his ball sack, and the sheets, soaking everything. Her tits sway back and forth as her tiny white body is pushed one way and then the other. Her nipples are easily an inch long and swollen from obvious use over the past few days and nights.
Her moans and groans were constant and she'd slam back every few minutes and bury the baby-making cock as deep as possible and cum loudly, shaking, and dropping the cock in her mouth to push her tits and head down on the bed in full body orgasm.
Weeks later Susan watched the videos with me (I edited them and others together) and said she doesn't remember what was talked about while she fucked or even who was in the room. There were a lot of voices in the room — far more than the four Black guys.
"I probably didn't even hear them," she said. As for additional voices, she swore there were only four guys in the room that she knew of. But she did admit that the seven nights she was at the hotel there was a Black guy in her bed (after all the others left) every night and she sometimes didn't get to sleep until 3 or 4 a.m. and awoke to cock being stuffed in her cunt or mouth.
"They were not easily dissuaded," she said. "It was easier to fuck than protest. And once they were inside me, well, of course I was glad I didn't protest."
And staff at the consulate apparently knew all about what was happening in her hotel room. And the situation back home with William, Jonah, Mike, and the rest of the Black farm labourers — she was confronted three days in and some photos and video clips were on a laptop to prove it all.
"I was mortified," she later told me. "This big Black Jamaican government official was showing me videos of me fucking. And I was sitting there in a skimpy dress with nothing under it. He didn't just show just a few seconds of one video. He played 15 or 20 minutes worth with his computer screen turned so we were both watching it. And he was hard — I could see his cock tenting his pants under the desk. And I know I was wet because of all the action on the screen and remembering some of it."
Plus she was still horny from the fact that Richard's cock had pounded her and came in her less than an hour before her encounter in the office with this big Black bull — who then locked the door and ordered Susan to remove her dress.
He made her spread her legs. He made her finger herself (her fingers came out coated in Richard's cum). He made her crawl on the carpeted floor. He made her play with herself in front of the office window. He made her take his cock in her mouth while he snapped cell phone photos and videos.
"I couldn't very well do anything but do whatever he wanted," Susan said. "I was naked. He had photos and video of me fucking four Black guys at once. My cunt was dripping right in front of him and all I could do was look at his big cock, drool, and nod my head."
He did her for a good hour on his desk (all three holes) before coming in her cunt. And then he came in her again.
Remington Chalmers was his name, and he liked to own things — including people. Somewhere I have a video of Remington and my wife. It's an hour long and Susan was nothing but loose, dripping holes by the time he was done with her. It was taken late summer.
After I'd received the photos and the videos from Dropbox that night, Susan phoned and filled me in on how they had basically dominated her. The 'training' was almost non-existent and besides a couple of obligatory dinners and meetings, she was at the hotel most of the time.
She texted and twice let me know more photos and videos were in Dropbox. After the week was over I had three hours of video that — as I mentioned earlier — I edited into one video. Lighting was poor in some, and I chopped about an hour's worth. It sits with several dozen other videos from the farmhouse and quite a few hours taken in my very own bedroom.
That's all beside the point. When Susan got back from the city, she had some bad news. Visa problems meant William and his crew would have to return to Jamaica when their three months was up — and that was soon — another five weeks. But Richard and the other three who fucked Susan in the city would show up in another week. There were supposed to be more members joining the program but nobody seemed to know what was happening with them. And Chalmers was coming down for a week to oversee the transition and the beginning of the tutoring that Susan was to do.
In the meantime a somewhat depressed William and crew made good use of the time they had left.
I'd picked her up in the city Sunday morning at the hotel. She wasn't ready when I got there at about 8 a.m. I knocked on the door and after a few minutes I heard footsteps and she asked who it was. When I said it was me, she opened the door a crack and then just wide enough to let me in as she stood behind it out of view. I saw her there as she closed the door — naked, covered in sweat, smelling of cunt juice and semen, and leaking cum down her inner right thigh.
