CHAPTER 3: MR. IBORI
The phone rang while I was clearing the table, Robert finishing his coffee before Dimka would arrive to take him to the office. I was covered in a light robe loosely tied at the waist. I turned quickly and felt my breasts move underneath the silky material, my nipples rub against it and harden instantly. It wasn't the nipple rubbing on the material that caused the reaction, though.
"Good morning, sir," came Robert's voice as he responded to the phone. Sir. One of the African men he reported to. That was why my nipples hardened. That was all it took. Even though the man was some distance away, it was an African man. "Of course, sir. That's very thoughtful of you." After a pause, "Should I remain here, sir?" Another moment of quiet as he listened. "Very good, sir. I will let her know you are coming. And again, thank you for thinking of her."
He ended the call and brought his coffee cup to the sink. "That was Mr. Contee. He said he is going to come by this morning to check on how you are doing." I watched him carefully for what his face might reveal. Was he concerned? Was he troubled by another man in our house when he was gone? Apparently not. "That's nice. I just knew this was the right decision for us."
I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I checked the clock on the stove: 8:00. We both knew Dimka would be waiting outside in the shiny, black Land Rover. I walked with him to the front door. As Robert focused on opening the passenger door, I loosened the tie for the robe to gap open more while still connected at the waist ... just barely. As Robert settled into the seat, I stepped from the door and bent over to touch a flower next to the walkway and purposely undid the tie. When I stood, the robe opened exposing a breast and my slightly parted legs. Robert was focused on something in his lap. Probably his phone. Dimka, however, smiled in appreciation.
I returned to the kitchen to finish cleaning up from breakfast. So, Mr. Contee was coming. I glanced around. The house looked good. I would make the bed, of course. I would remain as I was dressed, though. I didn't know when he was coming, but I would be ready. It has been weeks since I had been with Mr. Contee. I felt my arousal surge. Dimka had certainly reported my progress and he certainly knew I was now a three-hole slut for African cock after the two drivers ravaged me. I smiled at the memory. Then, I recalled Robert's reaction to the phone call. There was no hesitation or reluctance in his response. Was he somehow making the same transition in whatever way it was happening as I was? As Mr. Contee had assured me he would?
When the doorbell chimed later, I rushed to the front door. I was barefoot, still in the same thin, silky, short robe which I cinched a bit tighter. I opened the door expectantly and wasn't disappointed.
"Mr. Contee, sir," I gushed out. My face was radiant and I felt a flush wash over me. Damn, just the anticipation of African cock. "Please come in, sir. I was hoping to see you, again, sir. I ..." He held up his hand for me to stop.
"I'm not staying, Mrs. Garrett."
"Oh ..." It came out with the disappointment I felt.
"Actually, we're not staying," he added quickly.
"Ohhhh ..." came my response now filled with new hope. "I ... I ah ... I should get dressed then."
He stopped me, again. "No ... you're dressed perfectly. High heels, perhaps."
High heels and a short silky robe? "Where are we going, sir?" I could have added, dressed like this.
He ignored the question and motioned me off to the bedroom. I returned a moment later bouncing. At least my breasts were bouncing with no restraint under the robe. He held the door and closed it behind me. His car was parked in the driveway. The robe loosened as I sat in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt. My entire right leg was exposed and the robe gaped on top to show my right breast. I looked over at him. He noticed it all. He smiled. I left it as it was.
"I don't believe you have met Mr. Ibori, yet," I assured him I hadn't. "Mr. Ibori is the Vice President of the group your husband and I work in." I nodded. "We are on our way to his estate where you will meet him." Dressed like this. Mr. Contee reached over and tugged on the tie to fully loosen it. He then pulled the robe open on top to expose my breasts. He pinched a nipple as he drove. "Dimka speaks very highly about you, Mrs. Garrett. This meeting is very important. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. You want me to fuck him." He looked over at me. I rethought my answer. "It would be my honor to fuck such an important African man, sir."
"There is an agenda at play here. How you fit into that real agenda will be made known to you when the time is right." He glanced at me. "I trust Dimka. I have taken his assurances and passed them on to Mr. Ibori. Do you understand?"
I smiled at him. "Of course, sir. I understand completely. I understand now what I am meant for. It has been very illuminating, sir. Not to mention exciting. I am honored to be able to please African men in whatever form they desire. Dimka has opened me, sir" I giggled "to the ways that can be done. I will happily do whatever is necessary, sir. I won't let Dimka or you down." He told me to open my legs and I did. He reached over while keeping an eye on the road. I knew I was wet and he did now, too. "Of course, sir. I know I am going to have African cock." He chuckled.
There was another car parked at the front of the magnificent house as we entered the estate. I immediately thought of the Land Rover Dimka uses for us. I opened my door when the car stopped. Mr. Contee looked at the front door, then he turned to me. "You can leave the robe in the car," he said. I glanced around the area and the other large homes but barely hesitated in complying. I resumed a proper position of straight back, shoulders back, and breasts proudly displayed. "Mr. Ibori is a taskmaster and a stickler for detail. That's what this is about. He wants to verify for himself before ..."
I nodded and presented a smile I hoped showed my confidence. It would have been the confidence I was struggling with, however. I was nervous. Not the fucking. Dimka is 14 inches and I can now take him in all my holes even if it takes concentration. No, the nerves were because Mr. Ibori was a more important African, even more important than Mr. Contee. I realized along the way that my nerves were not focused on possibly disappointing Dimka or Mr. Contee as much as not showing the honor such an African man as Mr. Ibori deserves. I felt it in my body, my pussy and nipples, even my asshole clenched. Pleasing African men was now my purpose but some African men deserved more.
Mr. Contee began walking to the front door and I fell in slightly behind him to the side. I found myself maintaining posture as I followed naked outside in this important neighborhood. Inside, I was surprised to find not only Dimka but the other driver who double penetrated me that day. They were both naked, their strong powerful bodies and long cock like a buffet of desserts for my eyes. Nobody said anything but led us deeper into the house to a huge bedroom with a large bed and a man wrapped in a satin robe reclining on it.
Mr. Ibori. He wasn't as physically imposing as the other men but his real power was very evident in the deference all of them showed this man. I was ushered to the foot of the bed. I stood naked before him wondering what was going to happen and how. Dimka was on my left and the other driver on my right. It wasn't until Mr. Contee pressed into me from the back that I realized he too had become naked.
