Out of Afrika Ch. 21

Maxwell was overcome with the excitement and turned his head as he gasped for breath. He looked back and realized that he had missed the cum scene. He cursed to himself and went upstairs to change into his bathing suit.

He took his time and unpacked everything as he always did. Clarissa did not like to pick up after him. When the room was perfect, as she liked it, he went downstairs, He assumed correctly they would be dressed and ready to greet him He casually poured himself a beer and joined his wife and her lover beside the pool.

Clarissa got up and strutted over to her husband, her big breasts swaying with each step. She put her arms around his neck and French kissed him with Igoro's cum still in her wet mouth, their tongues lashed at each other as he smelled the semen on her body.

He was aroused at the smell, the taste, and the hunger and lust in her eyes.

The bikini was minuscule, something slutty teenagers would wear. The top barely covered her nipples which were long and swollen. Her pussy was similarly 'covered' by a triangular strip of white cloth, her pussy lips clearly outlined, a thong split her rear end hardly covering her pert rosebud of an anal opening.

"Good heavens my darling, I am amazed you would wear such a tiny bikini."

"Darling, Igor insisted on taking me to the Rhino Store. You should see the array of sexy ladies' clothing. I have decided I have been far too conservative!"

Maxwell laughed, "Well, I might suggest you don't wear that to your Board meetings at the Club." They all laughed.

Igor stood to greet Maxwell who could not help noticing the bulge in his tight white swimsuit. Even flaccid his cock was evidently wonderfully large.

As they sat and enjoyed their drinks, Maxwell said he wanted to explain something and he asked not to be interrupted, "I have several confessions to make, and I would ask for you both to withhold any comments until I am finished." They both murmured their agreement and both wondered what was coming.

"My first confession is one I knew I would have to face when I married a beautiful 22-year-old when I was in my forties. I knew that when she was in her forties I would be too old to sexually satisfy her in the manner which she deserved and needed. This is now the case. And I am sorry indeed that I can no longer perform."

"My second confession is that I acted much drunker the other night as I wanted to leave that party. I saw Igor unzip your pretty red dress and ease it off your shoulders, his hands on your bare shoulders. Then later I got up to go to the bathroom and I heard you moan and I thought you were hurt. I went into Igor's room without permission and witnessed you both most enthusiastically making love. I am sorry about deceiving you both."

"My third confession was that I got very sexually excited about watching you. I was not mad or angry at all, and that confused me too. I was confused and wondered if it had really happened. So I came back early today, and I saw you on your knees servicing Igoro while you talked to me on the phone. Again my apologies for doing that.

"But what I now realize is that you are the happiest I have seen you in many years. There can only be one explanation for that happiness and that is you have discovered contentment in the arms of your handsome young lover.

"Finally I want to thank you both for protecting my reputation, for being very discrete and for your loyalty. I now know this has been going on for months....."

He paused.

Clarissa had tears welling up in her eyes.

Igor had reached over and was now holding her hand.

Maxwell looked upon the tender scene and continued, "It is my wish for us three to continue to live as we have for the past year. Clarissa will continue to be on my arm as my wife when we are invited to functions but with discretion I want her to be free to sleep with Igoro as much as she likes. Igor, you are like a son to me I don't want anything to change.

"And that is all."

Clarissa got to her feet and threw her arms around her husband's neck. "Oh Maxwell, that is wonderful news, I never wanted to hurt you, and never will."

She kissed him long deep and hard. Still holding Igoro's hand she pulled the 20-year-old to her and, inches in front of her husband's face she kissed her young black lover with the same sort of demanding passionate deep French kiss.

She took both men by the hand and led them upstairs to the master bedroom. She took her husband to his favorite dark leather armchair and knelt in front of him. She turned to Igor and pulled down his white swimsuit, his cock started to thicken as her husband watched her caress the black cock. She opened her mouth; her eyes never left those of her loving husband as she took Igor's cock in her mouth. With her other hand, she stroked Maxwell's cock.

The next day Clarissa Johnson was surprised to get a call from Oscar Botha, inviting her to dinner following their upcoming Board meeting.

About the same time, Maxwell Johnson logged in to his private computer in his office and opening his secret account was delighted to see a message from Cherie-Ann, the flight attendant.

******

Maggie Miller loved it as summer moved into fall. She loved teaching teens and she was a natural to be Head of SexEd, mainly because she loved everything about sex and had been since she was a teen herself. Her addiction to black men was only exceeded by her addiction to being fucked because she was a nymphomaniac.

Maggie's wedding had been a fabulous success on all fronts. The black men with the young white wives left everyone exhausted. Even the prissy Clarissa Johnson had shown up with a young black stud whom she could not keep her hands off. The prim and proper woman hadn't even bothered to bring her husband!

Maggie flirted and necked with dozens of men of all ages, a few lesbians took advantage of her aroused state and did the same, she was felt up by teens, boys and girls whom she had taught a year or two earlier, and she had been fucked hard, not only by her brand new husband but also by both his two groomsmen. What a night!

She mused as she waited for Denise to join her for lunch, the school year would soon be starting again and she would miss her freedom in the middle of a weekday. Denise walked in and every head in the restaurant turned in appreciation. Her dress had what looked like a revealing bra with a summer sundress barely covering her pussy it was so short. The women hugged, Maggie felt Denise's big breasts rubbing her own. She felt a flash of passion.

God, she needed to get laid. Her regular Devon was preoccupied with work, she would have to phone his groomsmen. She had to have sex.

They sat down in the booth and Maggie leaned over and whispered in Denise's ear by way of a greeting, "God Denise, I'm feeling so fucking horny these days. Since the wedding, I just can't get enough. How about you; are you getting enough?" she said with a laugh.

Denise blurted out, "Not really, I have a confession to make. I like watching porn mostly black men kissing, making out with, and fucking young white girls! Some of the girls are depicted as barely dressed in high school, you know with the impossibly short skirts, tight tops, and pigtails in their hair. Maybe they are eighteen, maybe not, but they all look so sexy!"

Maggie found herself blushing, and she never blushed.

Denise continued, "I have been thinking a lot about porn. And I need your advice on how to proceed. University holds no interest for me, most of the girls I know are well on their way to a rewarding career, but a lot of them are wasted most of the time. They party and get laid and don't care because they are away from their parents who don't have a clue. I want to find out how to get into the porn film industry. Every guy and some of the women in this restaurant want to fuck me right now. I wore this slutty dress just to prove that point."

"Ma'Bill"

"What?"

Maggie continued, "You already know Ma'Bill from Rhino, you slept with him the night of my wedding with Delores."

"Yes, of course."

"Well go see him and ask for his help. He will probably fuck you again, but that is no hardship with that cock of his. When he is finished ask for his advice. There has been a rumor floating around that Rhino has a private video network set-up, and if that is the case it seems to me that porn movies would be a natural offshoot of their business, and they could distribute and take care of billing and all of that horrible commercial activity."

Denise thought to herself 'spoken like a true teacher.' Denise had gone a little further in her research but didn't share the details with Maggie.

She had watched a huge porn star 'Janet' who had 'done' over 400 different men, all of them black. Her husband filmed her and talked to her as she 'worked'. Plus she had done creative film work with older women and young girls.

Denise had watched the films with Maggie's father in his den, her bra off as she sat on his lap and he played with her aroused nipples. In fact, she did that every Tuesday when Mrs. Miller was out. Mr. Miller had somehow found out that porn stars with the top natural bodies made a fortune and the younger they were the better. At 18, Denise knew she was hot as evidenced by the number of men staring at her in the restaurant.

She resumed the conversation with her former teacher, "Maggie, I know that I have a limited amount of time to do this work, and I will be 'old' at thirty. So my further thought is that you are positioned perfectly to advise your high school graduates on their career choices. In fact, you could set up a Career Counselling Consultancy and look for girls who would not be a good fit in university, who would like to star in films and who have tight heavenly bodies and pretty young faces that would fit our needs. I am sure Rhino would like a steady stream of gorgeous teens, and you could charge the girls' families a finder's fee as they have all graduated so they are no longer your students! I am sure a little homework on your end would determine their sexual experiences and needs."

All this raunchy talk through their lunch had Maggie almost panting for sex and she bade her friend goodbye with a promise to give her proposal a good review. Walking out of the restaurant she called the groomsmen.

They were both at home, thank God! She quickened her step.

Denise walked in the opposite direction the few blocks to Mr. Miller's. It was a Tuesday and she had another film to view.

As she settled onto his lap she pulled the tiny spaghetti straps of her sundress off of her lovely shoulders exposing her perfect big breasts and offering them to him. He had preselected a lovely video scene starring a long-haired brunette whom he called 'Denise.' She was entertaining three well-hung young black men. It would be quite an afternoon. Mr. Miller's hands roamed freely. From her breasts to her pussy and back; Over and over. While she was transfixed by the sex scenes on the computer he kissed her lovely cunt, inserted his finger in her pert anal ring all the way, and talked about what she could do in her first video as a full-on porn star. He offered his services as her manager and accountant. He would ensure her safety. They would continue to be lovers.

Denise was in seventh heaven.

******

Ingrid woke up still in the arms of the lovely black girl, Lucy. She had taken the initiative once Oscar made it plain he wanted her to leave, and he left that morning to go to the office, she packed her clothes and left. That was three days ago and she and Lucy had been sleeping together ever since in her big bed in a lovely Rhino apartment.

Lucy has seduced her the first night with deep kisses and reassuring her that everything would be fine. Lucy's skill in girl-on-girl was truly amazing and she easily brought Ingrid to a series of much-needed orgasms.

During the day, Ingrid 'shadowed' Lucy in her job and was pleased to note that many guests and employees were very pleased to meet her. Their main assignment that week was planning and preparing for a small conference of Senior University professors who were having their annual get together in Hawkinsville at the now renown Rhino Hotel and Tower.

The second night they spent together culminated in Lucy strapping on a large black rubber penis and driving Ingrid over the edge time and time again. Then she forced the pretty Swede to lick her ass, pussy, and clitoris until she came wetly in her mouth. Ingrid understood that in her new role as a Rhino hostess she would be asked to do things she had never contemplated.

Ingrid was a quick learner and, of course, the gentle humming of the Rhino TV in the background provided her with comfort as she completed her tasks. The on-duty Rhino tech watched with great interest as the beautiful white girl ate the pussy of the black woman just a few years older. He was pretty sure he had seen the long-haired stunner someplace recently. He unzipped his pants and took out his thick ebony member and stroked it as he watched. He fantasized about fucking the young white girl, perhaps he would track her down and do just that.

Lucy had impressed her instructors sufficiently with her progress that by the middle of the week she was given the task of being the greeter at the front reception desk. It was a task that appealed to her and one she quickly came to enjoy never quite knowing who would be next through the front door and with whom she would be meeting. She was engrossed in checking the day's diary when she was surprised by the quiet approach of a new face and a voice, "Hello, my name is Professor Colin Steeves, I wonder if you could direct me to reservations?"

His voice was so calm and quiet, Ingrid had to stand quite close to him to hear what he was saying.

She looked at the very distinguished, an older handsome black man, quickly checked the screen on her desk and replied, "Good evening, oh yes, Professor we have your package right here, with your room key and all the details for the next few days."

The professor thanked the young lady as he noted her name on her lovely tight dress.

He thought to himself that she was just about the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Tall, with long blonde hair spilling down over her back and on the front, wisps of hair caressing her enormous bust. He tried, without success to tear his eyes off her big firm full breasts and noted that her sleeveless dress only emphasized them more. Her dress led down to perfect long legs.

The Professor, now in his early fifties, had always preferred young women. The younger the better, within reason, of course, and there was no end to them in his classes and on his campus.

"What a lovely accent you have, my dear. You certainly don't sound as if you are from around here; where are you from?"

"I am from Sweden Sir. I moved here a little while ago to further my studies and I am working here to improve my English and help with those business studies."

"You sound most charming. Tell me, I have a request for you, Ingrid. I am visiting Hawksville for this conference but am planning to move here for the new school year as a visiting professor at the University. I noted there is an opening dinner tonight and I would be delighted if you would sit with me as I would like to know more about Sweden, and you might be interested in my specialty, Africa."

"Oh Professor, it is my job to assist our guests in any way I can so let me check with my colleague who is doing the seating plan and ask her!"

A moment later it was confirmed and they parted.

Late in the afternoon Lucy and Ingrid went back to her apartment to change. Lucy said, "I think we should wear nice dresses - why don't you wear that sensational red dress you wore the night Mr. Botha gave you the gorgeous slave collar, in fact, you should wear that too!"

They stripped off their tight 'work clothes' and showered together, the black and white contrast of the two beautiful women was quite stunning. Lucy soaped up Ingrid's breasts and gently pulled her nipples, then fingered her pussy.

"That handsome devil of a Professor is going to get this young white pussy tonight I think," Lucy said laughing.

"Oh my God, Lucy, if you don't stop we will never even make it to dinner."

The girls giggled as they toweled down and did their makeup in bras and panties. The many months with the generous Mr. Botha had added significantly to Ingrid's lingerie drawer, and with Lucy's words ringing in her ear she chose Oscar's favorite- white lace and silk half cup bra and matching sexy panties. She almost, but not quite, hoped Oscar would see her dressed in his favorite outfit for another man.

The result was that Lucy looked stunning. Ingrid was absolutely ravishing.

Ingrid had piled her hair up on top of her head with just a few wisps of blond curls allowed to escape unto her shoulders. That emphasized the diamond-studded slave collar she put on last, just before a few drops of intoxicating perfume.

As they rode the elevator down to the conference dinner Lucy said, "Now, darling be sure to circulate in the room and meet as many men as you can. Be polite to the women but the men, especially the black men, are why you are here. You will have loads of time with your Professor over dinner."

Ingrid's heart fluttered. She had not had a male lover in two weeks. It was by far the longest period in a year, and while Lucy was a fabulous treat as a lover, Ingrid needed more.

She quickly relaxed when a glass of wine appeared by magic. She recognized the black waiter from her many times with Oscar having dinner in that room, and the man seemed to sense that this situation was different. The rules had changed. She was available. The lust in his eyes relaxed Ingrid as she realized she could have whomever she wanted.

Every head turned as the mostly older educators openly stared at them, but also attracting the attention of the conference attendees were a number of young white wives who had volunteered their 'services' as extra hostesses. They all wore their slave collars and slave dresses showing a copious amount of cleavage. All wore wedding rings to add to the black men's excitement. The room tingled with anticipation. The few older Professors who had brought their wives to the conference instantly regretted that decision.

Ingrid easily worked the room and engaged in conversation about current affairs. Sometimes when chatting with a nice older man she picked up the open hostility shown by his wife and she moved on leaving the poor guy to look at her departing, perfect derriere with open lust.

Making sure the food delivery was all in order, the seating plan was being followed, the microphones were operational and a myriad of other details she had learned from Lucy in three intense days of training she smiled with a level of confidence that all was well.

A Rhino TV quietly but firmly announced dinner.

Professor Colin Steeves watched her from across the room. He was the luckiest man there and he knew it, she was the most incredible woman he had ever seen. He would be calm, cool, and collected. "Take your time," he quietly thought to himself.

Colin pulled the chair out for Ingrid to sit. It was an old-fashioned, polite example of good manners, and as she turned to sit, she noticed it also gave him a very long. loving look down her front at her breasts. She smiled.

"So, my dear, what made you choose to come to Hawksville of all places, from your lovely country of Sweden?"

Ingrid noticed a wedding band on his finger and explained the whole story of traveling with her father to see her great-grandmother, whom she continued to visit a couple of times a week. When there was a lull in the conversation she asked, "I see you are married, did you bring your wife with you?" .... and instantly regretted the stupid question.