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    A Contract Up For Renewal -An Interracial Sexstory

    15 November, 2016 (15:10) | Interracial Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)

    ***

    An African boss exerts his power to extend his control
    over a white family. (MMF, intr, reluc, cuck)

    ***

    It had seemed to Danielle that there was a strange
    background to tonight’s dinner party. Her parents were
    on edge. It was her first dinner party as such, but she
    was sure there was something going on. Her mother,
    Susan, had taken especial care over Danielle’s
    appearance. She had carefully brushed her hair, and
    generally behaved like a mother hen.

    It was her 16th birthday, and her mother wanted her
    looking her best. Indeed this dinner party was in
    honour of her 16th birthday. So Susan had fluttered
    around her, assisting her into her new dress. It was a
    bit more daring than Danielle was used to wearing, and
    tighter. There was no hiding that Danielle’s figure had
    burgeoned from girlish to womanly in the last year.

    The dress hugging her figure was tight across her
    breasts. Indeed, there was a slit in the dress, which
    allowed sight into her developing cleavage. Her pert,
    youthful breasts seemed almost to surge upwards and
    outwards in delightful display of her new womanliness.
    But then the dress closed over again as though to hide
    the charms already displayed before rising to wrap
    around her slender pale neck in a black ring that
    almost resembled a slave halter.

    Danielle quickly dismissed her illicit thought. Now was
    not the time to dwell on her girlish fantasies of being
    a sex slave. Since arriving in Africa two days ago to
    join her parents while on holiday from her very upper-
    crust boarding school in England, the avaricious and
    openly lust-filled gazes of the African men had given
    her hot flushes and fuelled her sex slave fantasies.
    What would her parents think of such sinful thoughts?

    Danielle had fretted that too much bare breast was on
    display. Her mother dismissed her fears. “A woman’s
    body needs to be on display for men to admire and
    desire.” Her words had shocked Danielle, who had never
    dreamed her mother would speak so! Yet the words had
    flattered Danielle. Her mother was admitting that she
    was now a woman!

    “Stand up Daniela, let’s look at you now in the
    mirror.” Danielle stared. Disbelieving. She had never
    looked like this before! Her well brushed, shoulder-
    length hair fell in dark lustrous waves. The raven
    tresses framed an attractive oval face of porcelain
    beauty. Her eyes looked wide and startled as she gazed
    at her image in the mirror. Her cherub lips were small,
    but pleasantly curved. The lipstick her mother had
    applied was not garish, or bright, but somehow seemed
    to add allure. Her small, pert nose, her carefully
    groomed eyelashes, all added to the effect. It was hard
    to recognize that her mother had spent over half an
    hour working on her face. A less experienced eye might
    think she wore no make up at all!

    Her dress was short, very short. Her teachers back in
    England at the exclusive boarding school would have a
    fit if they could see her in such a short dress. It
    must have been just 3 inches short of her loins. She
    would have to be very careful how she sat! Her legs
    seemed long in such a short dress. They were lithe and
    shapely. Well rounded, with no fat, or girlish
    plumpness remaining. Her thighs were now full and firm.
    She turned backwards and forwards before the mirror.
    The dress was tight across her full, rounded bottom.

    Her hands strayed over those curves, anxiously. Her
    mother clucked and she jerked her hands away.
    “Remember, if your father is to win another two-year
    contract, we must do everything we can to please
    Rufus… Mr. Mukuru, that is. He is a very demanding
    man, and what happens tonight may shock you. Your
    father is all very well, and I love him dearly, but Mr.
    Mukuru is special. I will not leave Africa if your
    father does not win the contract. I will remain, even
    if it means divorcing your father.”

    Danielle was shocked, rocked to the core by her
    mother’s words. Her parents were rocks in her life.
    That they should part was unbearable to contemplate.
    What would happen to her? What did her mother mean when
    she said Mr. Mukuru was special? Would she really
    remain in Africa? When would she see her mother again
    if her parents split up and her mother remained in
    Africa?

    “We are not ready to return to England. Your father and
    I both love it here, all of it, the wildness, the
    beauty, and lushness. The lifestyle is sumptuous and
    easy. We are rich and influential here, though it is
    not without price, not without effort and sacrifice.”
    He mother seemed to emphasize the word “sacrifice.”
    “Besides, I like African men, and they like me.”
    Danielle looked at her mother, shaken by her words.
    There was more to her mother’s words. What was that she
    had said about African men?

    In two short days, she had learnt more about the
    demanding and aggressiveness of African male sexuality.
    It was well that her parents had kept her close, but
    even so many African hands had found a means to touch
    and explore. Even before she left the airport, she had
    been goosed and blatantly fondled. It did excite her,
    though.

    Her mother declared that all was well and hustled her
    along to obtain her husband’s approval. Rob was
    waiting, impatient and nervous in the lounge. The
    sudden appearance of his wife and daughter brought
    momentary relief.

    They both looked stunning, particularly Danielle. He
    had never thought of his daughter as a woman before.
    She was just his little girl. Tonight, however, there
    was no mistaking she had become a woman. He had a
    sudden pang at what this evening would bring, but
    suppressed it. He hugged Danielle. Looking over his
    shoulder at Susan who nodded to him. Susan’s eyes were
    firm, indicating to Rob she would have to truck with
    any nonsense from him.

    He took Danielle by the shoulders, and gazed down at
    her. His eyes gazed over her full, proud breasts. The
    bare white mounds seeming to surge from her dress. He
    flushed in embarrassment to look at his daughter so.
    Mr. Mukuru was going to like their Danielle. She was
    not so little now.

    It was well they had kept her safe. His cock twitched
    in his trousers at the thought of what Rufus would be
    doing to Danielle. He flushed in shame and
    embarrassment at his thought. His cock had no such
    conscience and twitched thicker and longer at the
    thought of Danielle being used to satisfy the dark
    lusts of his African boss. Used. That was the term to
    use.

    There was no love involved. Mr. Mukuru used them. He
    had used his wife. Satisfied his lusts on her luscious
    well-rounded body. Mrs. Mukuru, delightful dominant
    Marion Mukuru, had used his wife. Susan had protested,
    and they had delighted in her protests and enjoyed
    using her even more! So Susan had submitted, and
    enjoyed it.

    Mrs. Mukuru had used him. Used him and Susan together
    to satisfy her kinky lusts. Before he had realized what
    was happening, Rufus had used him. Trapped tight in the
    embrace of Marion, buried deep in her dark womanhood.
    Rufus had climbed atop and used him. His protests and
    struggles to no avail. The tight embrace of Marion
    pinned his arms and allowed Rufus to use him.

    To his utter chagrin and confusion, he had enjoyed
    being used. They both enjoyed the weird and sensuous
    world they had found themselves in. He had submitted to
    Mr. Mukuru. On his knees, with his wife looking on
    amazed, he had serviced that incredible thick and
    powerful black cock. No wonder his wife loved it!

    He looked down at his lovely daughter. “Are you wearing
    Mr. Mukuru’s gift?” Danielle flushed scarlet. She was
    indeed wearing his gift. Her mother had insisted.
    Danielle had flushed with embarrassment when her mother
    had presented her with it. Explained that it was a
    welcome gift from her father’s boss.

    This had only inflamed Danielle’s flushed cheeks even
    more, that a complete stranger had given her so
    intimate a present, or that her mother should insist
    she wear them. They did feel good though. So soft and
    silky against her bare skin. Even so, if not for her
    mother’s insistence, she would not have worn them. It
    did not seem right for a strange man to present her
    with sexy silk lingerie for her 16th birthday, even if
    he was her father’s boss. What sort of man would give
    such a present?

    Now she sat in his presence. He was all charm and wit.
    She had expected a letch, an old man with greedy eye.
    Instead, he was younger than her parents. About 35, of
    course, he was black. But not like the other Africans
    she had met, the domestics; the airport staff; the
    shopkeepers; and the eagerly aggressive shoppers who
    had been so quick to goose and grope her. Her nipples
    tingled when she remembered the Black Hand that had
    cupped and caressed her breasts before her mother had
    quickly come to her rescue in the airport. She didn’t
    think she would ever dare go shopping on her own in
    this city!

    Rufus Mukuru was not at all what she had expected. She
    sat beside him and he was a perfect, charming,
    attentive gentleman. His eyes sparkled with passion as
    he talked. She hardly noticed the words. His wife,
    Marion, sat on his other side. A striking, and strong-
    looking woman, though very pretty, an African Xena, she
    thought, thinking of the warrior princess she was such
    a fan of back home. Drink flowed freely. Her parents
    were included in the drinking. Danielle was not used to
    alcohol, maybe getting an odd glass at Christmas, now
    wine was being pressed on her by her own parents, as
    much as by their hosts. She felt distinctly light
    headed and giddy.

    She felt a bit out of place in this gathering. Her
    parents had impressed on her on the importance, wealth,
    and influence of her host. Even so, she had been quite
    put off by armed uniformed guards outside the
    restaurant on their arrival. The other guests were very
    clearly deferential to their hosts.

    Across the table from her was Roger Simpson. Apparently
    he was an accountant, although the African next to him
    was the company accountant. Roger’s wife, Helena, sat
    on the other side of this African. She thought his name
    was Rathimus, but she was unsure. Helena was being
    outrageous, openly flirting with Rufus and Rathimus in
    front of her husband! Roger sipped his drink, and
    ignored his wife’s behaviour. He looked about 53, while
    Helena was clearly much younger, around 30. Perhaps it
    was the price he put up with for having a younger wife.

    Now Peter over there looked in his early 20s, while his
    wife Anita was apparently only 19. Yet Anita was
    virtually sitting in the lap of the African gentleman
    on her right. Danielle did not understand such
    behaviour. Her mother had whispered that Peter and
    Anita had only married three months ago, a week before
    coming out here on their two-year contract. Danielle
    turned her eyes away embarrassed as a dark hand slipped
    inside Anita’s blouse and openly caressed the full,
    white breast within.

    She caught her father’s eye. “Drink up, Danielle!’ he
    said, promptly downing his own drink in one swig.
    Marion presented a wine glass to her lips and Daniella
    drank. She couldn’t escape the woman’s eyes as she did
    this. They were dark and mysterious, though there was
    humour in them now. Danielle shivered. It was not with
    the cold. She glanced at her mother who nodded
    encouragingly. Daniella looked down. Her eyes focused
    on the black hand resting on her thigh. Where had that
    come from? She looked up into the dazzling smile of
    Rufus. Danielle definitely considered she had too much
    to drink when a man could put his hand on her thigh
    without her noticing.

    His hand was warm, comforting. He was not attempting to
    grope her, just resting his hand on her leg. She smiled
    tentatively at him before remembering his wife Marion
    on their other side. She glanced quickly at Marion who
    grinned back. Leaned across and lightly squeezed her
    husband’s hand as it rested on her leg. Danielle
    wondered if this was really all quite normal. She
    reached for her glass of wine and sipped quietly,
    trying to gather her befuddled thoughts.

    It was not long later that they were on their way to
    the Mukuru residence for a nightcap. They were
    travelling in a limousine with an African driver.
    Danielle and her father sat in the first passenger row,
    with Peter, Anita sharing their seat with the African
    gentleman so obvious in his attention to Anita. Her
    mother sat in the back and was whispering and giggling
    with Rufus. Marion was travelling in a second
    limousine. Apparently the Mukuru’s had a limousine
    each! Danielle was embarrassed for her father. It was
    clear from the noise and remarks in the back that Rufus
    was making out with her mother!

    The limousine pulled up at some traffic lights. The
    glare of the headlights lit up the bushes on either
    side of the road. Her eyes were riveted on the sight of
    bare black buttocks. They were pumping away between the
    spread legs of an African girl, her maroon skirt up
    around her waist, a white blouse open, partly hidden by
    a maroon blazer. She was just a schoolgirl, Daniella
    realized, younger than herself. Those black buttocks
    were pumping hard. Uncaring of the car’s headlights,
    the African man took his pleasure. Danielle squirmed in
    wonder and curiosity. What was it like for the girl
    with that lusting African pumping between her legs?

    The lights changed and the car whisked away, before
    turning in to the very next set of gates. They all
    piled out of the car and trooped around the house to
    the swimming pool for a midnight swim. Danielle
    suddenly worried that she did not have a swimsuit. To
    her surprise and shock, Rufus announced that all would
    swim naked. Danielle glanced quickly at her parents but
    they were already stripping off their clothes to
    Danielle’s acute embarrassment!

    “Come on, Danielle. Are you wearing my birthday
    present?” She flushed scarlet; thankfully the darkness
    would hide it. Ribald laughter greeted this remark. Did
    they all know? “Let me help Danielle.” It was Marion
    who came forward. Her hands quickly unzipped Danielle’s
    dress. She ignored the girl’s attempted protests and
    suddenly her dress was around her feet. Whistles and
    hoots echoed from the African men around her. “Lovely!”
    “She’s gorgeous.” “A treasure.” Danielle did not know
    where to put her hands. What to protect from their
    view? She was embarrassed, flustered, but pleased as
    well at their obvious admiration.

    She looked at her mother who smiled at her approvingly.
    What on earth did her mother find approving? She was
    being stripped in the centre of the attention of a
    group of African men! Rufus moved forward. “Since these
    are my present, I claim the prerogative of removing
    them.” Danielle’s hand came up but at a frown from her
    mother made her drop the hand to her side. This
    brassiere clipped at the front. Rufus was deft at
    unclipping it. Electrical tingles spread outwards.
    Danielle jumped as his hands slid the brassiere off. In
    doing so, his hands cupped and caressed her youthful
    breasts. His palms travelled upwards over nipples,
    which promptly sprung erect. Hard and pointing upwards
    the grinning men could not miss the arousal and
    excitement she felt.

    “Rob!” Rufus had a strong, masterful voice when he
    chose to, Danielle noted. Her father approached. “She
    is your daughter. Make the presentation.” Danielle
    stared at her father, unsure of what was meant. Rob
    looked embarrassed, as he came forward, kneeling behind
    her. Before she realized his intention, his hands had
    risen to her rounded, curvy derriere and he was drawing
    down her silky French knickers. Kneeling behind so that
    he did not obstruct the view of the watching African,
    he whipped her panties down. Danielle gasped and rushed
    for the pool darting in with a clean dive.
    Presentation! What did they mean? How could her father
    remove her panties in front of other men like that?

    In the pool, things seemed calmer; two servants served
    drinks. To Danielle’s surprise the servants were two
    young white people. They both looked very similar.
    Indeed they were twins. Henry and Lucille were Roger
    Simpson’s children. They were 15-year-old blond twins,
    and both very attractive, though Daniella thought Henry
    looked a bit effeminate. She was not, of course, aware
    at this stage that both had been thoroughly broken to
    black cock and black pussy.

    The drink flowed freely, though Danielle sought to curb
    her drinking, she was not allowed to. After about half
    an hour, an African came forward onto the subdued light
    on the moonlit lawn. He struggled to contain two
    magnificent German Shepherds straining at their
    leashes, surging forward to investigate the strange
    guests.

    Rufus’s sharp command calmed them. These dogs had been
    specially trained by the CIO, and were particularly
    fierce and aggressive. Danielle suddenly recognized the
    dog handler. It was the same man she had seen outside
    the villa fucking the schoolgirl.

    Rufus grinned.

    ‘Rob, time for you to give us a show.’

    Her father looked suddenly stricken. His eyes widened.
    At first it seemed as though he was going to protest,
    but then he recollected himself and climbed naked out
    of the pool. Rufus indicated that they should all
    follow, and they all climbed out, Danielle suddenly
    very conscious of her nakedness and that of the others.
    Rufus sprawled into one of the poolside chairs, drawing
    her giggling mother into his lap. She looked in
    surprise at her mother sitting in the lap of Rufus. His
    black hand was casually caressing her mother’s bare
    breast! Marion appeared at her side.

    Her hands took Danielle by the waist. A strange
    sensation passed over Danielle. Marion’s hands were
    cool and soft on her waist. She looked up at Marion who
    returned her gaze, dark, mysterious eyes with a hidden
    power. Danielle trembled under that gaze. Marion
    grinned, leading Danielle to a chair beside Rufus and
    her mother. Danielle swept up one of the large fluffy
    white towels and wrapped it around herself, before
    allowing Marion to draw her into her lap. There were
    not many free chairs.

    Danielle looked over at her father naked. It had been a
    long time since she had first seen him naked. At that
    time his cock had seemed huge. From what she has seen
    when the African men came into the pool her father’s
    cock was not really large. Though he still cut a fine
    figure in her eyes.

    She had never seen him like his though. As he left the
    pool the dogs surged forward held back by the handler.
    Her hand rose to her mouth.

    Rob quickly moved forward on to the grass. As the dogs
    leapt forward his heart jumped. He dropped to his knees
    and leaned forward resting on his hands. He knew he was
    in no danger from these well-trained dogs but still he
    felt fear. It was a gut instinct in face of the feral
    hunger of these animals.

    They knew what was coming.

    He knew what was coming.

    Danielle was in for one hell of a shock and he
    struggled with that, but he knelt anyway. On the lawn,
    on his hands and knees, he waited.

    The dogs darted forward. Their heads darted underneath
    heading for his groin. He always had a fear at this
    moment that they would bite. Instead of their teeth he
    felt their tongues lapping at his cock and balls. He
    hung his head, not wanting to see his daughter’s
    reaction. The dog’s tongues were hot, wet and long and
    they lapped at him in eager lust. One of the dogs,
    Smith, left off its lapping and circled behind him. He
    relaxed allowing his buttocks to open. Smith nosed in,
    his cold nose brushing his anal rose as he sniffed.
    Smith always had been a bit of an ass-licker.

    Rob gasped as a hot wetness lapped over his anal
    opening. He had always loved it when Susan licked his
    bottom, but she was nowhere near as good at it as these
    dogs. Hot tongue eagerly licked lapped his opening,
    preparing it for what would follow. Smith stopped his
    licking and backed off. He seemed to jig and dart for a
    moment launching himself on top of Rob. Rob braced
    himself for what happened next.

    This always seemed a dangerous moment.

    As soon as Smith surged up over Rob’s back. Mugabe the
    other dog, ceased his cock licking, and growled
    savagely. Hurling himself at the other dog. A fierce
    squabble broke out between them. Mugabe was the more
    dominant male dog and Rob knew he would demand to be
    first to mount him! Their fierce growling and tussling
    scared Rob silly and he froze in place. He knew that if
    he moved from his submissive position both dogs would
    immediately forget their squabble and turn on him.

    He waited for them to determine between themselves who
    would mount him. Wondering what his daughter must think
    in the face of this scene. He hung his head not wishing
    to see his daughter’s face, or the triumphant,
    arrogant, leers of the African business friends of his
    boss. Men he had to do business with were about to see
    him mounted by a big powerful dog. No doubt they would
    also have fun with his wife, while waiting for Rufus
    and Marion to finish with Danielle. He knew each would
    have a turn at Danielle later. He just hoped they would
    not use him as well!

    As expected Mugabe shouldered aside Smith and mounted
    the kneeling white expat.

    Fierce, persistent jabs, some quite painful, followed.
    Mugabe had a hard demanding cock. Rob breathed with
    relief when Mugabe found the spot. The dog’s cock was
    well lubricated. Once at the opening it slid in easily.

    Just the tip.

    Always just the tip.

    He could feel it. Hot, wet and pointed, it had just
    penetrated the outer entrance. Mugabe shifted about.
    Getting into a better position. Edging its legs
    forward, yet not sliding deeper. Not yet.

    Not yet… then the driving lunge…

    Mugabe tightened his grip with his paws tight around
    Rob’s waist. Rob knew at this point that he was trapped
    by the dog. Even if he wanted to he could not escape
    its lust. He had tried once, the first time. Had tried
    to stand but Mugabe’s strength had forced him back
    down. Had tried to wriggle free, to the laughter of
    Rufus and his African friends. Mugabe had held on
    tight, shuffling around behind. Not once had the dog’s
    cock slipped out. Fierce growls had emanated from
    Mugabe. Fierce, guttural warning cries. He had sought
    to lie flat and force the dog out that way. It was then
    that the dog’s teeth had clamped on his neck. Not hard,
    not breaking flesh. A warning with more growls.

    He had slowly edged his hips back into position for the
    dog. To more laughter and snickers from the watching
    Africans. He imagined Mugabe’s teeth on Danielle’s
    slender neck and to shame his cock hardened further.

    Mugabe’s second thrust buried his cock deep into his
    bottom. He could feel the hair’s of the dogs loins
    brushing his balls. The dog repositioned itself again.
    Shuffling its legs forward. Rob braced himself. Not
    resisting.

    There was a moment of calm.

    Then the rabid, jack-hammering thrusting began as the
    dog’s lust seemed to become frantic. Rob imagined he
    was Danielle, his own slim lovely daughter. Imagined
    that it was her under this so male dominant animal,
    receiving these rabid thrusts. He had no doubt at all
    that before her holiday was over Rufus would mate her
    with both dogs. The thought was unbearably exquisite.

    His own cock, now being avidly licked by Smith jerked
    and spurted.

    Danielle was riveted on the incredible scene before as
    Mugabe rammed her father with a series of jackhammering
    thrusts, the powerful male animal intent on its own
    sexual satisfaction, her own father the object of its
    rampant lust.

    She watched disbelieving his cock jerk and spurt.

    Mugabe rampant thrusting continued unchecked.

    Smith darted forward to lap up the spunk splattered on
    the grass.

    Marion leaned forward and whispered in Danielle’s ear.

    ‘Look at that! Can you see Smith’s cock?’ Danielle was
    very conscious of Marion’s hot breath in her ear. Two
    full breasts pressing into her back. In normal
    circumstances she would have run a mile from Marion.
    From Rufus, or any black man. Her attention, however,
    was centered on the scene in front of her. She glanced
    at Smith’s cock and gasped, It was big! She glanced at
    her father. Erect the dog had a cock that was bigger
    than her father’s!

    Eight red inches, and thick! Thicker also than her
    father’s!

    She had not realised that a dog could sport such huge
    cock!

    ‘Susan.’ Rufus drew all attention with his words. Susan
    was sitting in his lap. With another shock Danielle saw
    that his dark hand was working vigorously between her
    mother’s spread thighs, full and shapely as they were.
    The dark hand very obvious as it manipulated her
    mother’s private parts. She looked at her mother whose
    was biting her lip with excitement.

    Danielle was stunned.

    Her mother’s earlier words that evening took on a whole
    new significance.

    ‘Susan…I think it is time for you to entertain
    Smith.’

    His words were quiet, confident.

    Susan swallowed.

    Glanced at her daughter nervously. Rufus pushed her too
    her feet. Susan steeled herself and walked forward
    towards her husband. The guests looked on in
    anticipation. Danielle was goggling as her mother
    dropped to her hands and knees. A very happy Smith
    pranced and jumped around. Mugabe’s eyes had followed
    her approach.

    Assessing.

    Considering.

    Watching.

    Smith waited. Knowing better than to presume Mugabe’s
    consideration as to whether to switch mounts. Sniffing
    he resumed his thrusting into Rob.

    Smith surged forward mounting the bitch before him. He
    could smell her heat and wetness. He could smell her
    heated pussy and knew she was ready. He mounted quickly
    before Mugabe changed his mind

    Danielle stared open mouthed as her father and mother
    knelt, side by side, and were thoroughly fucked by the
    two rampant dogs!

    ‘Danielle.’

    The young white girl jumped when Rufus mentioned her
    name. She glanced across at Rufus who was sitting naked
    in his chair.

    ‘Come and join me Danielle.’

    Danielle flushed. She looked away. The others in the
    group had switched their attention to Danielle from the
    rampant scene in front of her. She sought to look away,
    only to be confronted by the sight of the energetically
    rutting dogs.

    ‘Now, Danielle!’

    His voice was firmer, more demanding. Danielle was
    nervous. Marion pushed her to her feet, before pushing
    the girl towards her husband. Danielle glanced at the
    others. Their eyes were on her, but none were
    supportive. Lust was in their eyes. Danielle shuffled
    her feet.

    ‘Girl! When I give a command I expect to be obeyed…as
    your parents have just demonstrated!’

    Danielle swallowed her nervousness and walked slowly
    towards Rufus.

    She froze when she saw his lap.

    Saw his huge cock erect and throbbing.

    It was huge.

    Impossibly huge.

    Thick as well as long.

    Her eyes were mesmerised by it and its size.

    Without realising it she reached Rufus.

    The grinning African drew her down into his lap.

    ‘Touch it.’ He whispered.

    Rob looked up. Susan looked up. They watched in awe and
    excitement as the sixteen-year-old darling of their
    life wrapped her slim white hand round their Master’s
    thick black cock. Watched as she clasped it in wonder.
    He whispered in her ear. Father and mother watched as
    their pretty daughter started to slowly caress and
    fondle the huge African cock of Rufus.

    Danielle gently stroked the African cock. It was so
    thick! Hot and hard, yet silky too touch. Gnarled and
    long, so incredibly long! She gave a sudden start. Just
    beyond Marion she could see a naked white female form
    kneeling at the feet of an African lounging comfortably
    on one of the chairs. There was a low sucking noise as
    the head rose from the African’s lap, before darting
    down into his lap with a quick gasp. It was Helena she
    realised, down on her knees sucking on the cock of one
    of the African guests. She looked around for Roger,
    instead her eyes fell on the dog handler. He was
    standing above another kneeling white form. His hands
    locked in short blond hair.

    Her heart leaped into her mouth as she realised it was
    Henry! Lucille’s blond twin. The African dog handler
    was forcing Henry to give him satisfaction! She tore
    her eyes away, only to see Anita, still in the lap of
    her African friend. Though now she was moving up and
    down regularly. Her eyes closed in concentration, a
    look of rapture on her face.

    Marion rose and asked their guests pardon. She took
    Danielle’s hand and raised her from her husband’s lap.
    Her arm encircled her slim waist. Rufus rose and
    together they led Danielle into the house.

    It was over two hours before Rob and Susan were able to
    go and seek out Danielle. Rob had felt distinctly
    uneasy about remaining in the garden while Danielle was
    seduced and no doubt thoroughly sexed by his demanding
    African boss, and his equally demanding wife. They did
    not dare enter the master bedroom. They had been
    prevented from getting close to that door by a security
    guard who had been quick to fondle Susan.

    So now they circled the house. Perhaps they would be
    able to see in the bedroom window? It did not come as a
    surprise to find the curtains open. The house was very
    secluded and security was tight. Rufus had no concern
    for keeping away prying eyes and enjoyed the African
    night.

    Inside the bedroom they could see Danielle.

    There were several African men in the room as well as
    Marion. Helena, Anita, and young Lucille were also in
    the room. All three were kneeling, with bobbing heads
    worshipping black cocks. The owners of those cocks were
    concentrating their attention on lovely young Danielle.

    She was on the bed. Head and shoulders pressed firmly
    into the bedding. Behind her the dog handler knelt
    above her. Rob shuddered. That African bastard was a
    particularly nasty pervert. Rob had not liked being
    broken in by that bastard while his wife watched and
    giggled.

    Now the bastard had his daughter face down in the bed,
    while he vigorously fucked away. One large black hand
    grasping her slim white neck and pinning her down. Rob
    had little doubt which opening that pervert was using.
    Obviously his daughter had lost more than one virginity
    tonight! He watched with awe and fear as the bastard
    pounded hard and long at Danielle’s raised hips, her
    knees drawn up beneath as though offering her softly
    rounded bottom to the brutal thrusting pervert.

    The Africans were drinking and laughing as they watched
    the ravishment of Danielle. A mix of lust,
    satisfaction, desire, and cruelty on their dark faces
    as they watched this young sixteen year old English
    girl, just two days off the plane, get thoroughly
    fucked by a rampant black cock.

    Rob could see some conversation taking place in the
    room though he could not hear the words. The dog
    handler rose from Danielle, turning to talk with the
    African guests. His thick cock withdrew partially from
    Danielle. Rob stared. He and his wife knew that cock
    well. It was hard to imagine how slender Danielle had
    been able to take its black thickness and length inside
    her. He watched as his daughter rose on to her hands.
    Looking back over her shoulder at the dog handler.

    He saw his daughter differently now. He had always
    thought off her as his little darling daughter, a
    cherub and a flower to be nurtured and protected. As he
    watched the African men eye her up he saw her as they
    saw her, soft and curvy. White, perfect, unblemished
    youthful skin, that trembled slightly as she knelt on
    the bed naked. Her breasts were full, and round. They
    jutted rather than hung from her slender frame. Still
    burgeoning, still growing, but full, round and sexy.
    Decorated with pert, erect, pink nipples. Her legs were
    lithe and shapely, still slender but they were a
    woman’s legs and thighs, not that of a girl. Her waist
    was still slender, which emphasized the flaring round
    hips, and soft taut bottom.

    From which a thick black cock protruded.

    He watched mesmerised as his daughter started moving.
    Her hips started slowly at first, edging backwards.
    After a moment’s hesitation, she edged away from the
    dog handler as though trying to escape the huge cock in
    her bottom. There was a strange expression on her face.
    She paused for a moment. She looked as though she was
    steeling herself. Then she pushed backwards!

    Backwards!

    His daughter was not seeking escape from that thick
    cock in her bottom. She was pushing it deeper. Rob
    stared at his daughter unbelieving. A moment later and
    she was pulling away from him drawing his cock out. Rob
    was dumbstruck. He had never seen that look on his
    innocent young daughter’s face. A look of sexual
    ecstasy on her face as her anal muscles squeezed,
    stroked, and palpitated around the black cock in her
    tight bottom.

    Danielle picked up her movements. Moving faster now.
    The watching Africans grinned as the young girl sought
    greater sexual satisfaction. Each African had already
    taken their turn with the pretty girl, before allowing
    the brutal dog handler to sate his perverted lusts.
    Danielle was now no different that Anita, Helena,
    Lucille, or indeed her mother Susan. She had become a
    black cock hungry slut and they anticipated many more
    hours of pleasure teaching her every sexual perversion
    they could think of!

    Rob felt his wife’s hands grasp the back of his neck
    and force him down. He knew what she wanted. He was
    reluctant to abandon the salacious sight of his lovely,
    nubile, daughter being fucked. Susan, however, was
    adamant. He sank from sight below the window, his head
    drawn between the slickly wet thighs of his wife. She
    grasped his head tightly directing him in his licking
    as she herself relished the sight of the daughter of
    her loins become a sex hungry woman.

    Rob licked at the gushing wet loins of his excited
    wife. Male sperm seemed to pour from her excited loins.
    He did not know, or care, if it was male or canine. He
    had become used to his own debasement, as his tongue
    licked her to yet higher excitement. One thing he did
    know…none of it was his…

    ***

    Danielle sat quietly at the breakfast table. She eyed
    her parents with some embarrassment, tempered by the
    memory of both her parents kneeling and allowing the
    guard dogs to mount and fuck. Her parents were equally
    unsure. Embarrassed at their own excitement at watching
    their sweet daughter seduced and debauched by their
    African hosts. Lucille and Henry were clearing away the
    breakfast clutter.

    Rufus grinned at them all. Marion brought him his
    briefcase. He opened it with a flourish extracting some
    crisp formal papers. Passing one set to her parents and
    another to Danielle.

    ‘I have here a new formal contract offering you a new
    two year contract to begin when your existing contract
    expires in two months.’

    Rob looked down examining the papers.

    ‘As you know, your contract is dependent on Danielle
    signing this contract.’ He pushed the second set of
    papers towards Danielle.’ She looked up surprised,
    glanced at her parents, the papers, and Rufus. He
    grinned back at her.

    ‘It is a contract of employment for yourself. It takes
    time for contracts to be processed in Zimbabwe. I will
    process this with that of your parents. When their
    contract is renewed you will be able to join them
    living here in Zimbabwe.’ Danielle nodded. She had
    known her parents wanted her to join her here after the
    end of the next term. She glanced down at the papers
    and read.

    It was an offer of employment as a maid in the
    household of Mr and Mrs Mukuru. Danielle looked up at
    Lucille and Henry, and remembered their roles last
    night.

    ‘Does that mean…’

    ‘Read the contract Danielle!’ Rufus interrupted.
    Danielle flushed and obediently dropped her eyes back
    to the document in front of her. She read on. She would
    be…

    ‘….responsible for mundane and routine chores around
    the Mukuru household. This would include ensuring all
    was done to the personal satisfaction of Mr and Mrs
    Mukuru in all matters, including personal.’ She
    pondered about that last word. Was that a cover for
    matters particularly personal? She looked up at Marion
    who grinned back at her. A pink flush rose on
    Danielle’s cheeks. Marion had woken her that morning
    and offered her breakfast.

    Breakfast had been Marion’s still wet and sticky vulva.

    ‘When guests stay overnight she would be responsible
    for their personal comfort, satisfaction and
    entertainment. Providing every opportunity for their
    guests to satisfy their every need particularly at
    night. This naturally includes their sexual needs’
    Danielle swallowed.

    ‘At no time during this contract will you be permitted
    to use any kind of protection, or take any other steps
    to prevent the normal consequences of such
    entertainment, whether with the Mukuru’s their servants
    and employees, or their guests.’

    ‘What exactly do you mean by protection….do you
    mean…’

    ‘Read sub paragraph 4.2, Danielle. You will find it all
    very clear.’ Danielle flushed and turned to sub
    paragraph 4.2.

    ‘In the event of the birth of dark skinned child you
    will be allowed to keep that child as your own.
    However, in the event of the birth of a light skinned
    child you will not claim parenthood. Indeed you will
    allow the Mukuru’s to document the child’s parents as
    that of Mr and Mrs Mukuru.’ Danielle’s eyes widened in
    confusion.

    ‘But…I don’t understand.’

    ‘It is quite simple child. There is a shortage of young
    whites like Lucille and Henry here. For various reasons
    many white families are leaving the country and the
    numbers of beddable pretty white girls like yourself
    are falling. I together with a number of other African
    businessmen have agreed to a breeding programme to
    supply ourselves with a continual supply of young white
    girls. In the event of you giving birth to a white boy,
    we will keep him and sell him locally, or more probably
    to a brothel in the Yemen or Saudi Arabia. In the event
    of a girl child we will see personally to her education
    and development.’

    Rufus glanced across at Rob and Susan.

    ‘I am sure your mother and father will take just as
    much pleasure in witnessing my deflowering of their
    granddaughter as they did in your own deflowering.’
    Rob, Susan and Danielle flushed.

    ‘One other thing.’ Rufus pushed across another slip of
    paper. ‘While you finish off your school term I have
    arranged for my brother to pick you up from school on
    Friday afternoons. You will obey in him in every
    respect.’

    ‘Your brother…’

    ‘He works for the Zimbabwe Trade Commission in London.
    He will offer you to various African diplomats and
    trade delegates in London for weekend entertainment.
    They will provide you with more sexual fun than you had
    dreamed of before this holiday.’

    ‘But my school won’t allow it. They are very strict at
    the weekends!’

    ‘Your parents signed this for you earlier. It is there
    authority for you to spend weekends with Kaifus, a long
    time friend of the family, before joining your parents
    at the end of term.’

    Danielle’s hand was shook as she took the offered
    pen… and signed the document.

    END

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