Please email me with your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the time to email. This short story was written for a special person and I hope these fantasies excite and satisfy her.
I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. After receiving this request from Michelle, I decided to try doing a real short story for her and see if it comes off okay. See what you think.
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Michelle looked forward to the upcoming trip with great anticipation. She never traveled with her husband when he went abroad, but this time it seemed safe. Rodney worked for a government agency and a lot of his work involved negotiating with foreign governments. He often put in an American presence so the world would know America was helping third world countries. Rodney was slated to supervise state run elections in one of South Africa's neighboring countries, but he decided to setup his home base in Cape Town.
This was the perfect opportunity for Michelle to go with Rodney. She had never been to Africa and the country of South Africa seemed like the perfect place for a vacation. She decided it was best to stay in Cape Town when Rodney ventured outside the country to carry out his international assigned duties. There was only one scary event to endure, but she overlooked the possibility of anything bad happening before their flight landed in Cape Town.
Their plane was scheduled to make a short stopover in the neighboring country where Rodney would be working. Rodney was obliged to meet with some of the ruling government's politicians to finalize his agenda so the stopover was planned ahead of time. The country was conducting state run elections and an international committee had assigned Rodney to supervise the voting in the country's capital city. Everything seemed okay to Michelle and Rodney, as they would not be required to leave the airport during the stopover.
The preliminary meeting was scheduled between Rodney and the government's military officer in-charge of election security. The two were to make all security arrangements for the upcoming visit to ensure Rodney's safety when he visited all the voting stations. Rodney assured Michelle that she had nothing to worry about so she became fairly confident the short stopover was safe. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'what can happen in a public domain like an airport?'
When the couple departed on the Africa trip, Michelle was excited. The plane landed at the airport where Rodney's meeting was to be held and Michelle took her husband's hand when they deplaned. They chatted while walking to the small terminal and everything seemed very normal. Once inside the brightly lit building, each was directed to a separate line to go through a security check. All the security guards were dressed in military uniforms; obviously that of the country's ruling junta.
Michelle thought it seemed like a silly formality for the couple to go through security. She wondered why they would have to be checked when Rodney was there merely to attend a meeting, which was to be held in the airport. They each took their place at the end of a line but luckily the lines were very short. Only about a dozen people got off the plane and the screening process moved very quickly.
All the guards were tall, extremely well built and very black. When Rodney reached the two guards at his screening station, he was immediately asked to put his briefcase on the x-ray conveyer belt. In typical airport screening fashion, he had to take everything out of his pockets and place his belongings in a container so it all could go through the x-ray machine. Suddenly one guard talked fast and with a concerned tone when Rodney's belongings went through the detector. He even pointed at Rodney's briefcase, as if there was something wrong.
Michelle shuddered when one of the guards in her line guided her to the proper position near the screening table. The man used a tight grip on her elbow and she had the feeling he did it for a reason. "Put coat and bag on table... nothing in pockets," the guard said. She looked at the guard and noticed how he looked her up and down, which gave her a creepy feeling. With a shrug of her shoulders, she obeyed the man putting everything she was carrying on the conveyer belt so it could go through screening.
There was an older lady in front of Michelle and she went through the walk-through metal detectors very quickly. Michelle was happy that the process was quick and easy. That was until she stepped between the archway of the screening detector. It started beeping like crazy and she really didn't understand how that could be. Everything except her clothing was on the conveyer belt so there should have been nothing to set off a metal detector.
The guard grinned widely when the gorgeous white woman stepped through the screeching detector. "Lady... over here. You come here. I do check... for beeping," he said in very good English for anyone in his country. Michelle never saw his thumb moving and covertly pressing a secret button on the hand wand. He wiped the wand up and down her body while actually rubbing against her body with the hand detector. Every time he innocently pressed the stick against her chest or on her legs, Michelle flinched looking at the man trying her best to give him the meanest look.
He grinned at her while acting in an extremely confident manner. "You have something... you hide something?"
Michelle shook her head vehemently. Suddenly a small commotion broke out in the line her husband was in. Everyone's attention was diverted to two of the big, burly guards physically handcuffing Rodney even though he struggled madly. She stared at her husband when he was led away to an interrogation room with another guard carrying his open briefcase. Michelle almost fainted when she saw some small white, plastic packets openly displayed in the case.
The guard using the wand on Michelle suddenly got her attention. "Husband get caught. He smuggle drugs... white powder into country... he big trouble," the man whispered making Michelle cry out to Rodney.
Rodney heard his wife shout and he tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, Honey! Someone must have planted it. On the plane... someone must have planted drugs in my briefcase."
Michelle watched her husband, as he was led into an adjourning room. The door slammed shut. Her last vision was Rodney being shoved hard so that he fell into a chair and there was a guard standing on each side of him.
Before Michelle had a chance to move, a guard put his big, strong hand on her arm. She was led across the large waiting area to another interrogation room and a second guard took her other arm. She felt dwarfed between two big men. The door opened and all she saw was a big desk with a royally dressed man in uniform sitting behind it. Michelle faced the rugged man who stared at her with the most demoralizing glare. Her heart beat so fast that she was positive her chest was going to explode.
The man didn't say a word, but merely held the stare for an eternity. He was the obvious leader of the guards and gave off an aura of power and control. "Come in. Please sit. Sit down... we go over options. Maybe... maybe you can save your husband," he said with his voice steady and confident. "You do want to save your husband... don't you?"
Sarge looked at the frightened woman seeing a gorgeous white woman who emitted a most desirable sexual ambiance. It had taken much conniving and scheming, but he eventually set up the meeting with Rodney for one purpose. Sarge had assured the president of the country's corrupt junta that he could influence Rodney's report about the upcoming election. They needed Rodney's certification that everything about the election was on the up and up, and Sarge's fake drug bust would ensure they got a favorable report.
Suddenly his plan was not only working perfectly, it was working even better than he ever imagined. Standing in sheer shock and disbelieve in front of him was a golden goddess; a golden goddess to do with as he pleased. His threat to throw her husband in jail for a long, long time was the perfect blackmail to gain control over Michelle. Sarge loved fucking white women, especially the ones who had no choice but to fall under his devious control.
He looked at Michelle noticing the succulent soft curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. Michelle was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Sarge had fucked many white women, but never one as beautiful and his charcoal cock stirred when he contemplated the prospect.
Some people in Western society may call his rape and seduction of innocent women wrong and disgusting. Sarge thought and acted like most men in his country. Men in his third world country were considered supreme and Sarge believed he could do anything without repercussions. He had everything going for himself. He was the head military officer in charge of not only airport security, but also security in the country's capital city. If all went as planned, soon he would be in charge of all security forces in the county.
Sarge's obsession for sex with white women began when he visited American. He went there to visit some of his countrymen who had moved to New York and they bragged to him about how some white women loved fucking black men. They told Sarge that it was a taboo that some women found too enticing to resist. From then on, all Sarge dreamed about was screwing prominent white women of foreign dignitaries who visited his country.
Being in charge of airport security, it afforded Sarge the perfect opportunity to screen women so he could pick the ones he most desired. Sarge took his job, as head of security, very seriously, and he viewed the escapades with white visitors as merely a perk of his job. Many of the women he approached started out horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he gained control over them.
