Out of Afrika Ch. 20

Loretta clapped her hands and everyone stopped and relaxed from whatever pose they had adopted and turned their attention toward her standing in the centre of the circle of mats. "OK ladies; now let us get ourselves into the correct mindset for some intense exercise. We are going to move into our special version of Tantric Yoga, the Church of the Black Staff version. Please pay attention."

She didn't need to have told them to concentrate on what she had to share for most of the group had previously attended class and knew exactly what was to follow. If there was any confusion then it was only newcomer Amy who wasn't aware of what was in store but she hid any signs of ignorance very well and along with all the others she knelt back on her mat and looked upon the naked form of her teacher.

"Ladies, I want you to pair off with a partner and adopt the boat pose."

Most knew exactly what to do and there was a brief moment of shuffling around as the young women did as commanded and sat to face their partner and to hold hands. They then each went into a series of movements as directed by Loretta which involved touching their feet together and raising their legs toward the ceiling. Amy soon got the hang of it and felt liberated by the sensation of exposing her most intimate parts to anyone who cared to watch.

And watch they did for the meeting was being faithfully recorded by the cameras in the room and transmitted to the Rhino data centre where the duty technician was monitoring the scene as he stroked his stiff black cock as a measure of his appreciation of what he was viewing.

Loretta continued with her softly spoken instructions and led the females through 'Yab Yum' and 'Hands-on Heart' and other exercises which involved intimate touching. As she expected, the girls became more and more heated as time went by and soon all pretence of it being a formal class was abandoned as touches became more intimate and the couples began exploring each other with hands and fingers that smoothed and stroked breasts and slippery slits. Sighs and murmurs that reflected the joy being felt soon overwhelmed the background hum in the background. Indeed, so involved were all the females in their Sapphic pleasure-seeking that they no longer paid any attention to anything other than the rising warm glow that was welling up inside their compliant bodies.

The floor was deserted by most in favour of the comfortable seats and couches that were arrayed around the room. Amy took the hand of her 'new friend', the shy Nadine who had found confidence she never knew she had in the touch of the Englishwoman. They sat on the couch and began a passionate embrace their tits brushing against each other as they drew themselves ever closer. Amy softly raked her fingers over the length of her companions back which caused Nadine to have shivers run down her spine; Nadine reacted by dropping a hand between Amy's open thighs and brushing the fuzz of the neatly trimmed hair with her fingers.

Soon all the seats 'were taken' and Loretta positioned herself on the Queening chair and viewed the scene around her with satisfaction. The combination of the hypnotic hum; the instructions from the phones; the explicit suggestions that she had made throughout the so-called yoga session had done the trick; all of her charges were now involved in the most intimate exchanges of lesbian love. She looked at girls stretched out on the couches with legs spread and their companion licking and lapping at their wet cunts. Other couples had already adopted the 69 positions so that they both could revel in the taste of each other's nectar. Loretta delighted to see that two of her regular attendees were Tribbing and almost seesawing back and forth as their very wet pussies rubbing against each other. Yes, it was all going rather well she thought as she mimicked some of the action by softly masturbating her cunt with her long fingers, the red nail-polish making a perfect contrast to the black of her skin and the pink wetness of her open slit. She watched the action for a little while and then as she felt the familiar stirring of her pleasure begin to well inside self-discipline overcame her and she stopped her intimate touches.

She stood and went to a small closet and withdrew a basket. Without disturbing or interrupting the activities she returned to her chair and setting the basket to one side took from it a black vibrator, the popular and renowned 'Oskar' model. She switched it on and with her legs spread she resumed her spectating of the ladies around her and proceeded to rub the buzzing toy up and down her very wet pussy. She paid particular attention to her clit which was characteristically protruding just like a little cock and she shuddered as she felt the vibrations being applied by a somewhat bigger cock. With her free hand, she reached up and cupped a breast and her thumb rubbed and rolled over the stiff nipple. It took no time at all for her to succumb to a wailing orgasm as her juices squirted over the hand that held the fat toy buried in her cunt. So violent was her squealing that inevitably heads were raised and turned in her direction. Loretta came down from her high and opening her eyes saw with satisfaction that she had gained most people's attention.

She held up the wet and shiny toy and gestured for volunteers to come and take it from her saying, "Ladies, this is what a Black man can give you. A Black man will always be hard and big and satisfy you in ways that no white boy can ever do. A Black man will always be there for you and you will find when you let him in that he will not let you down. The Black man is superior in every way. Now come here and take one of these and find out for yourselves what a Black man feels like inside you." With that, she drew aside the hand towel that was covering the basket and revealed a whole collection of 'Oskars' and other toys.

There was a flurry of interest and the women came to where Loretta was sitting to make a choice and pick out an impressive toy from the basket. However, once the selection had been made they were surprised that they were not allowed to straightaway return to their partner for the domineering Loretta demanded that they show their gratitude by kissing her but not a kiss on the mouth but, rather, the pouting lips of her dripping pussy between her thighs. With the toy of choice in their hand, they knelt before her and paid attention to her pussy that was so conveniently presented by the gap in the seat of the Queening chair on which she sat. Loretta murmured with delight as one-by-one her acolytes buried their faces and gave her all the attention she craved.

Once all the toys had been distributed she sat back satisfied that the session was going well and watched the women as they applied the toys to themselves or helped their partner to get greater pleasures from the softly buzzing vibrators. Most had elected to take an 'Oskar' and Loretta shared in their excitement of being invaded by the fat tool as they fucked themselves to ecstasy time and time again with their heads full of how it must be to behave such a real cock of this size violating them. They were so intent on their pursuit of pleasure that no-one in the room noticed her get up to delve into the bottom of the basket and extract a strap-on cock that similarly looked just like the penis on which it was modelled.

It was noticed however by the data centre technician who was peering intently at his monitor. How he loved the responsibility of having to record these weekly yoga sessions. His hand that stroked his rigid cock was already sticky with his streaming pre-cum and he was beside himself with excitement as he watched Loretta adjust the straps of the strap-on and for her to be standing there with this obscene phallus protruding from her heaving groin. He smiled to himself as he looked upon the black fat object and thought that the church should be renamed from Black Staff to Black Shaft!

Loretta was spoilt for choice as she toured the room for most couples had elected to be coupling in a 69 position or to be kneeling before their prone partner with their head buried between their thighs. Whatever, whichever way she looked there were upturned butts with wet pink slits inviting her to attend them with her reliable erection. She wasn't sure of whom or in what order, she attended her girls but every one of them sighed with the greatest pleasure as they felt the warmth of that monstrous cock slid into them and to be fucked most forcefully. All of them as they enjoyed climax after climax had it implanted in their minds that they must seek the real thing as soon as possible and that the alternative of having intercourse with their white husband or partner was to be avoided. However, that was the whole purpose of these support groups, to convince and set in mind that the Black man was superior and there to be served.

The session came to a very satisfactory end and the sound system changed its tone. Without any definable moment the ladies gathered their things together and after cleaning themselves with the conveniently provided towels and washcloths got dressed. Within a few minutes, the scene in the room was transformed from one of a Sapphic Orgy to one of a demure coffee meeting as the ladies resumed their seats and chatted about nothing in particular. Whilst the women had been transforming sex-crazed lesbians to modest housewives Loretta had been collecting the various aids that were now abandoned and s**ttered around the room. She discretely put them back into the basket and told herself not to forget to wash and clean them in preparation for the next session. She mused that it had been a most satisfactory afternoon ...

... as did the technician who was reviewing the recording he had successfully captured as he began to have another wank of his still erect 'Black Shaft'. He knew from long experience that he still had yet another load to spurt and another visit to the sight of naked Loretta pushing that black strap-on cock into a willing white pussy was just the trigger he needed.

Once calm and 'normality' had returned to the meeting Loretta bought proceedings to a close by thanking everyone who had attended and, as always, she invited her ladies that, "next week you might like to bring a friend or someone you know who might like to join our fun."

That was the signal for all in the room to gather their bags and rolled up yoga mats and to make their way out to the stairs which led up away from the basement. Goodbyes and farewells were exchanged and the room rapidly emptied. Amy was amongst the last to leave and just before she made it to the door Loretta called her back.

"Hey Amy, it was lovely that you could find time to meet with us today; did you enjoy yourself?"

Amy smiled at the acknowledgement and also at the vague memories that surfaced in her head as she struggled to think back to what exactly had she been doing for the last couple of hours. "Mmm, yes it was lovely to meet so many new people. They seemed nice and welcoming," she answered vaguely.

"Glad to hear that you liked us," Loretta retorted. "Um, I called you back because I was wondering if you might consider helping us, the Church," she hastily added, "in another of our help groups."

Amy cocked her head and said nothing.

"As you heard today we are dedicated to helping the less fortunate and today's group was all about assisting the younger wives in our community to integrate more fully with society and move away from their 'comfort zone'," the Black woman said disingenuously. "Well we have other parishioners in our neighbourhood that might benefit from our special ministry and we are looking for volunteers to provide that help and bolster the service."

Amy remained mute but her expression indicated she was not disinterested. Loretta, encouraged, continued, "There are quite a few town-folks who are housebound or are living in gated communities and for one reason or another find it difficult to attend church and we are looking for experienced ladies, such as yourself, to become visitors and provide special classes in their homes."

As Loretta continued to explain to her what would be involved Amy's understanding became more complete especially after she felt her recently provided Rhino phone vibrate in her pocket. Loretta heard the distinctive buzz and said, "You better answer that."

Amy took the phone out and held it to her ear. She listened to the dulcet tone of someone talking and after a few moments returned the phone to her pocket. Turning her attention back to Loretta she said, "Of course I will. What exactly do you want me to do?"

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Amy left the church and feeling relaxed returned to her suite in Rhino Tower. She had been allocated one of the superior apartments on the upper level as a reflection of her status as a senior finance manager in the Rhino organization. She had recently arrived in the US on a temporary work visa given the purpose of her visit was to learn the intricacies of how the dynamic electronics company operated and how their methodology could be applied to the UK.

Oskar as part of Rhino's 'Grand Plan' continued to visit countries beyond the main US hub that were considered to be ripe candidates for the establishment of Rhino and its philosophies. The UK had always been of prime interest and he had a special interest in subverting their society to the Rhino way given their history as one of the colonizing powers that had inflicted so much pain on 'his people'. Inroads had been made into Germany and Scandinavia; the UK should be a cinch.

It was at an International Recruitment Fair that Oskar made Amy's acquaintance. He was looking for a qualified finance director; she was looking to make a career change from her stagnant job in London's financial centre, the City. It was a match made in heaven for not only were there specific job opportunities to be pursued and explored but in her off-duty moments Amy was a devotee to Black cock and meeting with this handsome Black man gave her all manner of fantasies that he signalled he would be willing to make a reality.

Oskar was in town for only a few days but in that time he quickly educated Amy as to what her potential role and duties would be back in Hawksville and beyond if she so chose to accept the position he was offering.

In truth, he had got her from the moment they shook hands at their first meeting but Amy, being a canny girl, decided to play him along and they spent the remainder of his free hours being entertained around the high-class restaurants, clubs and night spots that London provides in abundance. Not too much time though for the majority of his free time was spent in his hotel room and providing entertainment of the kind she so often craved, being ravaged by his fat black cock that never seemed to be anything but stiff and awaiting her attention and pleasure.

It had been a glorious few days in his company and she knew that the decision she had taken in accepting his job offer was one from which she would benefit hugely in every sense of the word. There was so much that she needs to get her head around and her visit to the Yoga class had been just what was needed to calm her down.

She lay on her bed and kicked off her shoes and from her purse, she pulled out the vibrator she had taken from the church. It was naughty of her to take it, she knew, but she had been intrigued by the familiarity and the shape and form of the phallic object. She slipped out of her clothes and laid back once more on the bed and switched it on and was comforted by the soft vibrations of the cock she held in her hand. She spread her legs and as she lowered the buzzing dildo to her wet pussy she took another glance at the wondrous object. Then, in a flash, it came to her, she recognized exactly whose cock she was holding for she had seen so much of it when Oskar had been in town.

She sank back on the bed and as the cock slid up and down her slippery slit she thought that if this is a taste of things to come then she was looking forward to her new career with Rhino Industries.

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