African Discovery

Johannes tilted her head back and cried out, pressing her hips against his face. Mahlasela grinned, gazing down at the perfect sight of his bottom being used. Her own knickers were sodden, but she was patient, she would get her climaxes from the boy. Angling the baton she pressed it against his prostate as she thrust it deeper into him, feeling his body open up to her. She was rewarded with a muffled cry from the boy, smothered by the engorged genitals of her fellow officer.

Evidently the boy was talented at cunnilingus, judging by Rosemary's reaction. She held the boy's head firmly in both hands now, holding his mouth to her cunt, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The girl's nipples pressed through the thin cotton of her blouse, and Mahlasela purred inwardly at the sight. She'd admired Johannes ever since she'd sat in as chaperone on the young woman's police entrance medical exam, a role Mahlasela had happily volunteered for in order to get her visual fill of the next crop of cadets, undressed and exposed as the doctors brusquely examined them.

She reflected on how far the girl had come from that sweet wide-eyed raw recruit as Rosemary threw her head forward and gazed down at Mahlasela, and the boy's violated backside.

"Harder mami. Fuck him harder" she urged, a sheen of sweat across her forehead. Mahlasela chuckled and complied, picking up her pace and driving deeper inside the boy. He groaned deeply but Rosemary pulled his head roughly closer, rolling her hips against his tongue.

"Don't stop" she growled, "Make me cum."

Mahlasela eased off as Johannes neared her climax. She didn't want the boy to cum too quickly, nor be too sore, though that wouldn't stop her using him. It was what he was made for, the reason fate had brought him to her she reflected.

At that moment, Johannes cried out in passion, reverting to her native tongue, crying out over and over as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. She fell back, sitting down into the desk chair, her legs shaking. With one swift movement Mahlasela withdrew the baton, and stood back to admire the scene.

Her young colleague sat panting, legs splayed, her glistening cunt on display, the puffy slit parted, showing the pink inside. Over the desk the boy was equally breathless, his own pink cunt likewise on display, swollen, glistening, and open.

"Unlock his restraints Officer Johannes" she purred, watching as Rosemary stood on unsteady legs, the boy groaning animalistically as her cunt passed near his face. It took her a few moments, but at last the young policewoman managed to unlock the cuffs, and slip them from Matti's wrists.

"Stand up" Mahlasela barked at the boy, and he stumbled to obey. She smirked down at his erection, and he blushed.

"So, no contraband it seems, and we went nice and deep. Still, the fact remains you were speeding, without the means to pay the fine. That's a night in the cells."

Here she shared a conspiratorial smile with her colleague.

"Now, you have two options. You can be kept here. So far our cells are empty, but who knows who else might be joining us for an overnight stay? The night shift is also manned by two of our brother officers, who are far less hospitable than either Officer Johannes or myself."

"The second option is to agree to return with me to my own place of address, where you will be suitably restrained and cared for until the morning."

"If it helps you decide, policy is that you will remain unclothed until morning."

Matti stood dumbfounded. What choice did he have? To stay and be subjected to who knows what, or go with this woman who had - well what had she done? Abused him? Used him?... Pleasured him? He blushed deeply and Mahlasela knew she had him.

"I... I would be grateful to go with you officer" he said softly.

"A wise choice boy."

Turning then to her colleague, switching back to their own tongue, she practically purred,

"Officer Johannes, wipe that pretty pussy of yours, and get dressed. I want you to fill out the paperwork for his temporary holding transfer."

A short time later, his clothes and possessions bagged, Matti found himself escorted still nude to Officer Mahlasela's marked police jeep, and pushed firmly into the back seat. As Mahlasela looked over him, daring any rebellion, Johannes, cuffed one wrist to the handle above the car door. Mahlasela climbed in the front, and he caught her eye in the rearview mirror. He blushed a little and she pre-empted his movement.

"Sit with your legs apart, and your other hand flat on the seat beside you. I must be able to have full visibility of you at all times."

A knowing smirk from Officer Johannes as she shut the door, and Mahlasela pulled away, heading further along the road in the direction Matti had originally been heading. They hadn't been driving long before taking a turn off onto an unpaved road, and then some time later pulled up outside a small but tidy home, typical of the local architecture. All around as far as he could see was open countryside. He watched as Mahlasela walked around to his side of the vehicle, opening the door with one hand, her drawn baton in the other. Matti clenched at the memory of it penetrating him.

"I am going to uncuff you. I trust you will behave. Do not try to flee, there is nowhere to go, and I will only punish you severely. Do you promise to be a good boy?"

He nodded, and Mahlasela uncuffed him from the handle above the door of the car. As he climbed out she gestured for him to walk ahead of her, tapping his bottom with the baton as he passed, following up the short path and through the door. She walked around before him, and addressed him in a firm but friendly tone.

"Whilst you are here, will address me as Mami, and I will call you boy. I am 42, without family, and I live alone. I never married due to my particular lifestyle choices, so we will not be disturbed."

She pointed to an open doorway, "there is the shower, go wash yourself thoroughly."

Still minded to obey, though a small part of his mind had begun to suspect that that was from a previously unknown desire innate within him, rather than coercion or fear of punishment, Matti entered the small bathroom, and within a minute was soaking under the strong, hot spray. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he saw that Officer Mahlasela had entered the room. She had discarded the belt with her baton, and her dusty black boots. As he watched, she began to undress, first the stiff, starched blouse, unbuttoning it and folding it carefully to one side, then the clasp of the dark blue trousers, unzipped and eased off down her hips to the floor. Like her younger colleague, Mahlasela's underwear was also simple cotton, but white, the brilliance of the shade contrasting with the rich brown of her skin.

Looking up now, Mahlasela looked directly at him as she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra, letting it fall forward over her arms, freeing her breasts. Matti gaped; he had never seen such exquisite globes, full, firm looking, sitting high on her chest. Her nipples larger than he'd ever seen, large dark areole, with thick, almost black nipples standing an inch proud. He was mesmerised, not noticing her soft knowing smile as she bent to slip her knickers off, standing for a moment undressed, as if inviting his attention.

She walked to the shower stall, and Matti's eyes were drawn to the soft curve of her mons, neatly trimmed, sparse hair doing nothing to hide the shape of her sex from him. As with the woman who he'd been forced to pleasure earlier, Mahlasela had plump outer labia, but unlike Johannes her inner lips protruded, at once thick but delicate, enticing like nothing he'd ever seen.

As Mahlasela opened the door and stepped into the shower with him, Matti became aware too late of the erection he was sporting, something that didn't go unnoticed by the older woman.

Smiling slyly she spoke, "water is scarce here, we will share. Besides, I want to ensure you are completely clean."

Taking a wash cloth, she added some shower gel, and passed it to him.

"You will wash me first."

Matti took it wordlessly, and obeyed her command. His mind raced. Only a few hours ago he'd been carefree, alone in his bakkie without a care. Shortly afterwards this woman had forced him with her baton. And yet, had she? He thought back to how hard he'd been, how he hadn't many any attempt to deny her, and how good it had felt. And now? Now he was running the thin washcloth over her breasts, every bit as firm as they had appeared to be. His penis was now fully, painfully erect. Was this another form of torture?

He had washed her back, and now reached her waist. He paused, uncertain, and she arched an eyebrow at him. When he hesitated still, Mahlasela pressed down on his shoulders until Matti was on his knees on the floor of the shower stall, the hot water beating down on him. With that sly smile, Mahlasela lifted one leg, placing her foot on a ledge and turning her knee outwards.

"Wash me" she said again.

Matti licked his lips sub-consciously, unable to look away from that perfect sex. He tentatively reached out, gently running the cloth along the soft mound of her mons pubis, along her inner thighs, then those puffy outer lips. Her soft sigh was muffled by the water, and Mahlasela reached down between her legs, using her fingers to part her outer lips for him, whimpering a little louder now as he caressed the cloth over her.

As she adjusted her fingers, parting her inner lips now, Matti gazed at her, lost in the sight before him. Mahlasela was a soft pink shade inside her lips, so different to the rich tones of the rest of her body. Her clitoris was large, exposed now as she spread her lips wider, the small holes of her urethra and vagina visibly pulsing. This time her moan was clear above the noise of the spray. She groaned, arching her hips a little as he brushed lightly across the tip of her exposed clitoris, one hand coming to rest lightly atop his head.

Matti lowered the cloth, still a little uncertain, and tentatively stuck out his tongue. As it brushed against her the hand on his head pressed down more insistently, and any remaining doubts were dispelled. Eagerly he brought his mouth up to her, kissing her lips, her opening, tongue darting out to tease her clit. He adored cunnilingus, and was good at it, and he quickly judged what she enjoyed. As he lapped against her clit, he brought two fingers up to her vagina, curving them easily up inside her, beckoning them against the hot wall of her g-spot, fingering her in time with the ministrations of his tongue.

Mahlasela cupped his head in her hands, fingers entwined in his hair, rocking gently against him, urging him not to stop. When she came, it was hard and quick, and she felt herself gushing against the face of the boy, pulling his hungry mouth tight to her aching womanhood.

When she finally released Matti, he sat back on his heels, looking up at her one part pleased, one part still overwhelmed by the entire situation. Mahlasela couldn't help but giggle, a smile causing her to look ten years younger, and even more beautiful. The boy at her feet sported an impressive erection, and he blushed as she glanced at it, which brought forth another giggle.

"Stand", she ordered, speaking softly, stepping forward, pressing herself against him under the hot jets. "Now I shall wash you."

Matti stood under the flowing water as Mahlasela washed his own body. She cast aside the washcloth, instead lathering her hands and letting them run over his flesh. She was thorough, washing the dust of the road from him, and he groaned in lust when she cupped his genitals in her soapy hands, though she didn't linger, moving down his legs to his feet. She gestured for him to turn around, and repeated the process, from his shoulders down his back, to his waist. Here, she did slow down, running her hands over the pale globes of his buttocks, revelling in the soft flesh, gently pressing outwards to reveal the secrets within. Her fingers danced across the sensitive skin, eliciting a deep moan from the boy, his erection twitching. When she brushed the tight rim of his opening, he moaned again, and as she began to circle the small dark opening he pressed backwards against her. Both of them uttered a small cry as she slipped her finger into him. She hadn't exaggerated to her colleague during the interrogation and search earlier at the station; he really was so very pretty, and deliciously tight. Mahlasela could have stayed and explored his sexual orifice with her fingers all night, but she had a deeper need. She stood, slipping her finger from him, pleased to note the disappointed note to his moan as her finger pulled out of his sphincter. She leant past the boy, his cock still standing proud of his groin, and switched off the water.

"Dry yourself, then cross to the room opposite." she commanded, that silk-covered-steel back in her voice. She watched him with open interest as he dried himself, blushing, very self-aware of his non-fading erection. What power in being better able to hide her arousal Mahlasela remarked to herself, as she towelled her own body.

"That's enough" she said when both were only a little damp, gesturing to the door. She followed as he padded naked across the hallway, eyes fixed on his beautiful bottom, coming up behind him as he stepped into the room.

Matti looked around himself. They were in her bedroom, and he barely had time to look around before she gave her next command.

"Lie down on the bed."

He did so, head on the pillow, looking up at her, hands making a token gesture to cover his modesty.

"Not like that. Open your legs, lift your knees to your chest. Quickly or I shall fetch my truncheon." She left the threat hanging in the air, as he blushed prettily again, and did as commanded.

"Yes Mami" he murmured, which pleased her, almost as much as the view. She drank it in again, she would never tire of it.

"Do not move," she said firmly, as she moved about the room getting what she needed. Opening a drawer she took two items and placed them on a high dresser, with Matti not quite able to make them out. She turned to face him as she gathered up her hair, tying it in to a ponytail.

Matti gazed at her, under some sort of spell. The thought that she was as naked and unarmed as he didn't occur to him, that he could possibly overpower and flee didn't cross his mind. Instead, he drank her in. Her thick dark hair, wet and shiny from the shower. Her beautiful African features, dark eyes, full lips. Those breasts, pulled even higher as she reached behind her head to arrange her hair, her figure lithe and muscled. Her flat belly, and the curve beneath, leading his eye down to that impossibly perfect sex. Her legs, toned, strong-looking, framed those exquisite lips.

Her hair up, Mahlasela turned her attention to the items. The first she took down Matti knew, but hadn't never seen in the flesh. A feeldoe; a harness-less strap-on. His eyes took in every detail, the realistic looking shaft, slightly larger than his own, at the base of which sat a ridged portion above an egg shaped bulb. As he watched it was this bulb that Mahlasela pressed up between her lips, tilting her head back and moaning loudly as it eased into her sex. She turned to the second object, a tube of lubricant, which she applied liberally to her palm, then wrapping her hand around the shaft of the feeldoe, she began to move her fist up and down it in a parody of male masturbation.

Matti was transfixed. Above him stood a Goddess - the word came naturally to his mind - all perfect feminine curves contrasting with the rigid phallus protruding from between those delicate lips. His anus ached with a previously unknown need, and his heart raced.

Mahlasela crossed the few steps to the bed, gazing down at the boy.

"I very much enjoyed your tongue, and your cock is pretty enough, but it's this," she tapped a finger against his anus, "this is what I crave most." Mahlasela smiled down at him, at once pleasant but hinting at steel, "I will use you one way or another. But I much prefer that my boy is willing. That we can make love face-to-face, in the missionary position, which is somewhat apt given how I think I'll be converting you to a new way of life. That his pretty little flower opens up to me as nature intended."

"Mami..." he murmured softly.

"I could restrain you, but I don't need to, do I? You're deeply submissive aren't you? You wanted it earlier. You want a strong, beautiful, older woman like me to use you."

As the boy gave a nervous nod, she pressed forwards with her finger, the slim digit slipping easily inside him. She paused, enjoy that unique feeling of a boy's cunt, at once soft and pliant, yet strong, and tight. And hot, oh so hot, she thought to herself as she began to finger him, opening him up, adding a second finger to a grunt and a low moan from the boy as his body submitted to her.

When she considered him ready, Mahlasela knelt over him, supporting herself with one hand, bringing the tip of my cock up to Matti's trembling hole with the other. She glanced up, making eye contact with him as she slowly pressed forwards, lowering her weight on to him, his anus barely offering any resistance, the dark pink hole stretching wide, taking her length as it was designed to. The boy's mouth was open in an 'o' shape, a low moan escaping his throat, and Mahlasela heard herself moan in kind as her length slipped effortlessly into him, the perfectly designed feeldoe pressing her clit and g-spot.

Filling him, she lowered herself on to her pet, feeling him wrap his legs about her back, both of them moving easily into making love in the missionary position. Mahlasela was firm, but gentle with her movements. There would be no cause to fight or restrain the boy, everything from his breathing, to the noises he made, from the expression on his face to the thick erection pressed between their bellies told her that her desire was matched by his own. She lowered her head to his, her full lips meeting his as she kissed him, smiling a little at his surprise, before he responded, his mouth as submissive as his bottom, opening his lips, allowing her tongue to probe him, pressing to his own. With a satisfied grunt, Mahlasela pulled back, smiling down at the boy, lifting her full breast to his lips, gasping in delight as his took her thick brown nipple into his mouth.

It was 15 minutes before Mahlasela came, and another five before her second orgasm crashed over her, rolling her hips in delicious ecstasy, using the tightness of his body for her pleasure. At that point, she withdrew from the boy, issuing a curt breathless instruction for him to turn over, impatiently urging him on to his knees, pressing down between his shoulders to lower his head, arch his back, and raise up his bottom to her. The tight, crinkled, soft pink opening she'd first set eyes upon back at the police station was now a glistening red 'o', and with her hands on the boy's hips, she slipped back inside him as if she'd never left.

"That's it, good boy," she purred as he began to move back against her, meeting her thrusts. "Do not be ashamed of your desires. Do not be passive, use your body, good boy."

Beneath her Matti turned a rather charming shade of pink as he blushed, but he was well beyond being able to deny his desires. He quickly found his rhythm, perfectly in tune with his lover, rolling his hips in a different way to the thrusting he was used to, but finding it just-as-natural all the same, moaning in lust as Mahlasela found ever deeper parts of him to slide in to.

He felt a slight change as Mahlasela changed her angle, crying out as the thick shaft began gliding back and forth over his prostate. Her arm reached around beneath him, her strong, warm palm gripping his cock, sliding up and down the length of his dripping erection. A skilled lover, she masturbated him in time to her own thrusting, her other hand on his hip, encouraging him to move completely back on to her, to take every inch, guiding him forwards up the entire length of the shaft, before pressing back to meet each other. She was an adroit reader of young male's bodies, and she upped her tempo as she sensed he was near to climax, squeezing his pulsating cock as he cried out and his seed splashed out on to her bed, continuing to saw back and forth in his beautiful asshole as she milked every last drop from him.