Out of Afrika Ch. 14

The show went on and the dress models continued to parade with the TV persisting with its quiet humming. Ma'bill brought Ingrid into the room, she looked a bit dishevelled as if her top had been removed and hastily replaced. Clint's cock was now as hard as it ever had been. Lucy stood up and brought Ingrid over to sit on the other side of her father. She reached over and took Ingrid's hand and put it firmly on Clint's hard cock then she pulled Ingrid's face towards her and the two girls passionately kissed open-mouthed, hungrily right in front of Clint's surprised face. The leather couch started to recline. Lucy unzipped Clint's slacks, and took his hard cock in her mouth, then she pulled Ingrid's head down to join her enjoying pulling the young blond girl's long hair. Both girls sucked him together and alone. Rhino TV naturally recorded the scene for future clients to enjoy.

When the father and daughter emerged from their trance-like experience, both were unaware of what had happened. Another pretty Rhino girl appeared with gift-wrapped dresses for Ingrid. There was no sign of Lucy, she had disappeared.

They were taken to a different room where Ma'bill was waiting to explain to Ingrid the exciting features of her new phone. Amongst the instructions was an explanation that if she drilled down two levels below 'settings' she would see a selection for InternationalR.

Once 'selected', he said, she would have the first phone in the world using the latest technology. He declined to mention that every Rhino phone in the universe would soon have a "pop-up" message asking the receiver to "accept" the "InternationalR" option.

An acceptance meant every Rhino phone worldwide would add a charge of $15. a month to the owner's credit card. Ma'bill had hoped that maybe 50% of Rhino owners would accept the offer. Eventually, over 95% of Rhino owners did so. The initiative increased Rhino Industries' phone revenue by hundreds of millions of dollars a month.

******

Oskar Botha was bored.

It wasn't often he felt that way as his life was hectic as CEO of Rhino IMEX, and a whole host of subsidiary corporations. Now he was bored sitting at mind-numbing Radio and TV sector hearings in Washington. His gaze took in the commissioners who sat opposite. A few were new since his last visit, and he was pleased to see that there were now more women than men on the Commission. He thought that might be the doings of the new President and his progressive administration which was mandating equal pay for equal work and a host of other much needed gender-blind modern improvements.

One woman, in particular, caught his eye, and not for the usual reasons he smiled to himself. She was not particularly beautiful or gorgeous; she did not have his usual prerequisite of blond hair and big breasts. She was none of those things. Instead, she was intently interested in the proceedings and issues at hand, and every time he looked her way, she was looking at him. She, of course, was white. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun, she wore little makeup, wore a sensible long skirt and a blouse and sweater that looked like she had been dressed by her ultra-conservative mother, and her glasses were perched on the end of her nose as she read. When she asked him a question it was on the discussion point, direct and faintly demanding. He felt that he had adequately supplied her with answers. The other commissionaires may as well have been on holiday for all he cared. He decided that on the future visits that he would target this woman and made it his objective to seduce her and make her his willing lover; it shouldn't prove difficult.

The next day he returned to Hawksville and on his way to work from the airport, Oskar asked his driver to stop at the Rhino Store. He liked to make a surprise visit, a strategy his father had taught him at their lumber business in South Africa. As he walked into the ladies clothing area he was recognized by a beautiful young shopper.

Ingrid had spotted Mr Botha from his picture in the magazine at the business college. She rushed over to him,

"Oh, Mr Botha, I am so pleased to meet you, and I wonder if you would please sign the back of my new Rhino phone."

Oskar took a long look at the 20-year-old beauty. Her long blond hair, her big breasts barely covered by a white tank top which exposed copious amounts of bare flesh, and an innocence that he found both appealing and erotic. Her sweet sexy Swedish accent did nothing to dissuade his growing attraction. He engaged her in conversation, he met her father, he found out that they were staying in the new Rhino Hotel and Tower, the replacement for the gritty original motel that the company had purchased when they moved into their original offices.

She gushed about her new phone, and the dresses that her daddy had bought her, even the negligee that the sales staff had included with her father's purchases as a 'bonus' for spending so much money (a 'bonus' that they also billed him for!) Oskar was charmed and suggested to her father that they meet for a drink before dinner in the fabulous new restaurant in the brand new hotel.

Ingrid excitedly exclaimed to her father,

"Oh, please Daddy; let's meet Mr Botha later for drinks!"

Her father smiled his acceptance. Oskar noted that Ma'Bill was close by and invited him along too. With further thought, he asked Ma'bill if he would make a reservation for six for dinner, and also ask two of his other executives to join them if they were available. Ma'bill smiled at the suggestion; nobody declined an invite from Mr Botha. Ma'bill was thrilled to be included with the key executives of Rhino. He planned to sit very close to Ingrid to help her with her new phone.

*******

Oskar was becoming tired of living as a 'guest' in Simone and Ian's home. Hell, he was the CEO of a major American corporation. He enjoyed the constant attention of Simone, who by now was enraptured with her black boss. She still started most mornings in his office with his hard big black cock in her mouth, and her evenings being fucked by him while her husband was in the guestroom, or watching his wife being ravaged. Her daughter Chloe, for all he knew, was out working on her growing reputation for being the town tramp.

However, Oskar could not shake the feeling of boredom. He travelled a lot, but when he was in their house Simone was naggy and demanding. And make no bones about it, it was her house. He was getting claustrophobic with life in Simone's home. He needed his space and it was quite evident things were not going to improve. He could not stand the wimpy Ian. In the early days, it had been fun fucking his wife in front of the cuckold wimp. Now he was tired of Ian. As he got older, he was attracted to younger and younger women and was thrilled when they 'gushed' over him as the sexy young Swedish daughter had done.

Unknown to anyone he had purchased one of the two massive penthouses on the top floor of the new Rhino Hotel and Tower. Having the Swedish couple over afforded him two opportunities, one to examine the Swedish market with the father, the second to examine the gorgeous Swedish daughter. He was horny, he was sure she was too.

She would make a delightful conquest, but he would have to arrange to keep her father occupied, not a difficult problem. It would be an opportunity for Ma'Bill to show Ingrid all of her new phone's features; it would be an opportunity for Oskar to invite their guests upstairs to see his new 'digs'.

He texted Simone not to expect him that night or 'for the next few nights.' No need to irritate her, he would just use his secret new place for special out of town guests.

He was now decidedly in a better mood than he had been in Washington.

*******

Clarissa and David met in the CCC Chapel. She was cool towards him. She made him sit in the same position on the same couch as when they met that fateful day when she had outlined how he would become CCC President. Under her conservative suit, she wore an outrageous black bustier, no panties, black stockings and garter belt and six-inch high heels - all purchased for this important occasion. A simple black dress covered her erotic outfit underneath. She was dressed as the Dominatrix and he was about to learn part of the terrifying truth. She pinned him down on the couch, as before, and he felt his arousal begin. She had arranged with the Head Pro to send the Assistant Pro to David's home with a delivery of David's golf clubs, the contents of his locker and personal items from his President's desk.

She had checked to make sure David's wife was home 'to accept an important delivery.'

She made sure the assistant Pro take a Rhino phone as well, and to insist on showing a message on it from David to his wife. He was told to make sure the woman invited him inside, and one thing would lead to another. Other than that, no detail was left to chance. The assistant pro understood that by seducing David's wife it would guarantee his job. If he wasn't successful the inference was that perhaps he would be let go,

Golf jobs were scarce. He got the message loud and clear.

Clarissa was a master of deception and manipulation. David was about to find that out.

She turned off the Rhino TV; she did not need him distracted from the business at hand.

She whispered in his ear as she took her phone out of her purse and selected the video.

Her naked big breasts were in his face. She rested the phone on them and pressed play.

David nearly fainted. His eyes were riveted on the small screen as he watched himself pleasuring the black assistant golf pro. At first, he held out hope that his face was not visible, but that hope was dashed when the phone's video zoomed in to a close up of him licking the glistening black cock.

His slim last hope was that someone other than Clarissa had sent the video to her.

She lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered,

"Dear David, you have been so reckless, had you closed the door, I would never have looked inside. I would never have solicited the help of a witness to your actions. You now know you have no possible recourse but to resign the Presidency of the place we both love, as you would not want to bring acute embarrassment to our wonderful Club. I have prepared a letter to the Board which you will sign when I am finished with you. It states that you have encountered 'health issues' that make your continuing role as President impossible, and that you propose that Clarissa Johnson be elected President of the Confederacy Country Club forthwith.

"I insist that you also resign your membership, and you will sign a separate letter to that effect addressed to the Club Secretary. I have sent your golf clubs, the contents of your locker, and other personal belongings to your home as we speak. You will not come back on these grounds even as a guest. I will work with my 'uncle' Tom, your predecessor, and a close personal friend of mine, to bring me up to speed on issues we face as a Board. Is all of that fully understood?"

David wept, and through his tears, he agreed to every stipulation she made. He cursed his body as he felt his erection growing as she ordered him to stand, to read the letters, to sign them, and then to leave. He was shaking with fear as he left by the rear entrance and thankfully encountered nobody else on his way to his car. He drove home in a daze.

He noticed a strange truck in his driveway, and let himself in the front door. His golf clubs were there, his other belongings neatly packaged up. He heard voices upstairs.

There must be a workman here fixing something he thought. His wife was giggling as he walked into the master bedroom and watched as the assistant golf pro fucked his wife, who was loving every second of being plundered by the athletic young black man. It was the final indignity, but he felt himself getting hard again. In a totally strange way, a sense of peace and relief came over him. No longer would he have to try and pretend he was interested in making love with her. He would resume his business travel, where he could be the gay man he wanted to be.

His wife finally saw him. She said,

"I know everything darling David, you may come close and watch as your lover fucks me to the best orgasm I have ever felt, again, like he has been doing to me all afternoon. As a special treat, you may lick him clean and suck his cock when we are finished."

*******

Clint and Ingrid made their way back to the Rhino Hotel and Tower. Upon checking in he was disappointed that their suite held a king size bed rather than the two doubles he had requested, but Ingrid assured him it was fine with her, and a quick call to the front desk elicited an apology but they were booked solid. All accommodations were suites, and when Clint booked he certainly did not want to pay for two suites, one was expensive enough he thought.

Ingrid had offered him a 'fashion show' of her new dresses before they went out, with the proviso that he pick the outfit she should wear. A message blinked on their phone and it was Ma'bill telling them they would be joined by two other Rhino executives and that the invitation had been extended to 'drinks and dinner' rather than just 'a drink.'

Ingrid was thrilled. She loved being treated like an equal with her parents and she especially loved being thought of as her father's 'young wife.' She had a feeling that tonight would be special indeed. They agreed to have showers and get cleaned up before she showed him her new dresses, so he went to shower first. After towelling off he moved out of her way to let her have privacy. In the small area outside the bathroom was a floor to ceiling mirror which reflected the shower in the bathroom mirror. He tried not to look, but a glance showed him her gorgeous figure, full firm breasts and lovely small waist above her quite perfect small but very cute delicate ass. Until this trip, he had not paid much attention to how much of a bombshell his fabulous daughter had turned into. He shaved and dressed in dress slacks and a white button-down shirt. He felt like a new man.

Clint was seated in the living room of the suite when Ingrid modelled the first of his purchases for her. She looked lovely with just enough makeup to make her look alluring. For this outfit she tied her long blond hair back in a ponytail, it was a short dress flared at the hemline from The Rhino Line, which had proven to be wildly popular with all ages of women and girls. The ponytail made her look younger, the dress younger still, and she agreed with her loving daddy that it would be inappropriate for her to be the only woman with all those black executives dressed that way.

She asked him to follow her into the bedroom to help her out of the dress as it had been difficult to zip up on the back and she didn't wish to spoil it in case it was to be returned.

He happily caressed her back as he did so. She felt a thrill run up her spine. She asked him to sit in the big leather chair and 'not to bother leaving the bedroom.' He complied.

She giggled,

"No peeking, daddy" as she carefully took off the dress and hung it in the zipped bag it came in. She wore just her pink bra and matching lacy pink panties.

"I know you have seen me in my bikini many times, so this is just the same."

He did not peek and listened to her rustling papers unpacking the next outfit.

Finally, she was ready again.

She wore a plain brown dress with big buttons from the waist to the top. Most of the buttons were open leaving little to the imagination. He stared at her beautiful breasts. The dress fell to mid-thigh and it had a gold coloured rope as a belt tied casually around her waist to give the dress some shape.

"Do you know what this signifies, Daddy?" she asked with a cute innocent look on her face.

"That nice black girl who was so friendly to us, Lucy, explained to me that it is Rhino's Slave line of clothing, based on what the black slaves wore on the plantations 150 years ago when the white slave owners would take advantage of the young black girls who lived and worked on their land. So now the black owners of Rhino are selling these to young white girls for $150. for the white girls to signify their support for the black owners. Isn't that so sweet? Aren't you happy that I chose to help?"

Clint was at a loss for words, but managed to reply, "Yes, darling I am always amazed at how socially conscious you are, and I am so proud of you, however, I don't think it is a wise choice for dinner tonight."

She stood very close to him.

"Lucy said the dresses were short like this one so that the slave owners could run their hands up the black girls' legs to see how strong they were," she said, as she reached for his hand and put it on the back of her leg.

She leaned over and pulled his head to the open front of her dress and pushed her ample breasts into his face. She whispered into his ear,

"Lucy told me that I should be your little slave girl and give you what all men want of young pretty girls, she kissed me and made me promise that I would reward your generosity by giving you anything and everything you want."

She reached back for his hand and pushed it up her leg. He was powerless to stop her. Her breasts smothered his face his mouth opened to say something and she stuffed her erect nipple into his mouth ordering him to 'suck it hard'. His hand moved up and up. He felt her lace panties and her firm ass. She turned to offer her soaking wet pussy to his anxious fingers.

He froze as a loud knock came on the door. She fled to the bathroom and he tried to rearrange his huge erection for it not to be obvious.

It was a message from the front desk advising them to be at the hotel bar at 6:30 pm.

It was six o'clock, they had better get moving.

*******

Clarissa was thrilled with the Greens Committee meeting. Every member was in attendance, which was a rarity in the past, and she noted happily that the two women she had asked to attend not only were there but participated fully. Clarissa had read the constitution of the Club and the 'fine print' allowed for appointments to Board Committees could be made from the general membership. She planned to add more and more women members that way. She also was going to shake up the makeup of the Board but she had to bide her time. She felt it was time to add some black men.

The Golf Pro's report was accepted unanimously.

Clarissa was on cloud nine. Soon the Board Secretary would canvas Board members and Clarissa Johnson would be acclaimed as President.

She drove home. All of the excitement with David had made her horny. Maxwell was on a plane somewhere and she needed Igoro's full attention, so she was surprised when she saw Maxwell's car in the garage. She went into the house to find him sitting nursing a glass of wine in the lounge. He explained that he had to rebook for the next day.

Maxwell thought she looked stunning and told her so; her short black dress tight across the bust was very sexy. He was very proud of her accomplishments. He deemed himself very lucky that such a gorgeous woman would marry him, he was eternally grateful for his good fortune. And since Igoro had moved into the Guesthouse she seemed so much happier, Maxwell thought. It had been a big surprise when the African orphan had arrived on their doorstep, but several months later he seemed like a son to them both.

She excused herself to go look for Igoro, and Maxwell went down to his beloved wine cellar. There he had hundreds of fine vintages stored at the perfect temperature, and he often sat at the priceless antique desk in the middle of the room and read his various wine magazines.

The wine cellar had one small window at the back of the house that he kept heavily curtained to keep the light out. He heard a strange sound and pulled back the curtain to peek out. Clarissa was approaching the Guesthouse; he could see her gorgeous legs and pert rear end from below. He watched with great fascination as Igoro greeted her with a kiss, her arms went around his neck, his arms around her back. Maxwell was delighted they were becoming so close.