The Diary of Sarie Marais

For two days I have despaired at my baas' absence. This morning he came and now I wonder why I allow this tormentor into my life. Every time I have seen him, he has managed to humiliate me. But this time he went to far. How can he do such things to me?

Today, being Sunday, I had got dressed to go to church when the doorbell rang. When I answered the door, my baas was standing there. He came in and immediately indicated that I must drop to my knees and give him a blowjob. I kneeled (in my church dress no less), and started loosening his trousers. When I pulled down his underpants I was assaulted by an unmistakeable smell. My baas had recently been with another woman. This was the last straw. I jumped to my feet and started shouting at him. I asked him how dare he have sex with another woman and then expect to lick his dirty prick clean. I raged on about his two days absence and him walking in and expecting everything to be OK. Baas stood listening for a while and then grabbed me by the arm and dragged my to my bed. He threw me onto the bed and put his knee on the small of my back. He then pulled my dress up. He was surprised to see me wearing panties. (I had put them on since I couldn't go to church without them. That would have just been evil.) He ripped my panties off, took off his belt and started to beat my backside. I was soon crying, begging him to stop, apologising for being rude and disrespectful, promising to suck his cock clean, telling him he can have as many women as he likes and explaining that I was only wearing panties since I was on my way to church.

When he eventually stopped beating me, he pulled me up by the hair and stuck his cock under my nose. With tears still running down my face I started sucking his cock. I was trying very hard to ignore the smell of the other woman. All the time he clung to my hair and used my hair to violently pull head forwards and backwards while he fucked my mouth. Finally he shot his cum down my throat. He then instructed me to continue sucking. When I had him hard again, he swung me around and started to fuck me doggy style. In spite of myself I started cumming as he shot his cum into my pussy. He then told me to remove my bra and my petticoat.

He then told me that I could still go to my church. I would rather not have gone, but I was to scared to argue with him. I therefore walked to church (which is fortunately only a block away). I have never felt as sinful as I felt walking into that church. I could still taste the cum that I swallowed. I could feel the cum running out of my pussy and down my leg. I knew that when I sat down I would cause a large wet spot on the back of my dress. But before I got to sit down I first had to walk into the service – which had just started. As often happens when someone is late, everybody's head turned and looked my way when I walked in. I had only a thin summer dress on, without any underwear and with the sun behind me, I must have really looked a sight. I was therefore not surprised to see the men stare slightly longer than was proper, while the women stared at me with hate in their eyes. Many a man got an elbow jabbed in their ribs at that moment. Then, just to complete my embarrassment, all the back pews were full and I had to walk right to the front of the church. I tried to ignore the whispers as I walked passed.

When the church service ended, I rushed to the door to try and avoid everyone. Me being in front in the church service meant that I would be last out of the church. When I walked out, the congregation was standing around in little groups talking. Everyone looked again in my direction when I came out. I noticed how everyone was whispering and some were even pointing my way. I therefore rushed to get out of sight. I saw the minister heading my way, but fortunately I managed to avoid him. Had I known then what would have followed, I would have spoken to him outside the church.

When I got back home, baas was waiting for me inside. He was reading the newspaper and instructed my to strip myself naked and start making lunch. We had just finished eating, when the front doorbell rang. I looked out of the window and saw that it was the minister's car. When I told baas about this, he got an evil smile and told me what to do.

He had me put on a sheer satin nightgown over my nude body and answer the door. The minister was surprised to see my attire when I opened the door, but came in nevertheless. He mentioned that he was worried about what he saw at the church and that he just wanted to come check if I was OK. As he talked, baas came around the corner, wrapped his arm around my waist in a possessive sort of way and allowed me to introduce him to the minister as a friend of mine. The minister was clearly taken aback by this turn of events. Because of my attire and because baas came from the back of the house, I could clearly see that the minister reached the conclusion that baas was fucking me (although it is doubtful that he expressed it that way). The minister obviously did not approve of this, although I don't know how much of it was because I was fucking baas or because I was with a black man. I excused myself and went to make coffee. While making coffee, I could hear that there was no conversation coming from the living room. When I came back with the coffee I could see that the minister was clearly uncomfortable while baas had a amused look on his face.

When I bent down with the tray in my hand to offer the minister coffee, I made sure that he got a good look down the front of my gown and saw my tits in all their glory as baas had instructed me to do. Then, when I went to sit down next to baas, I crossed my legs in such a fashion that I ensured that the minister got a good peak at my shaven pussy. The poor minister drank his coffee so quickly that he must have caused second-degree burns to his mouth and lips and then he beat a hasty retreat. As he got up, I could not help but notice the erection that the minister was trying, desperately to hide.

When I closed the front door after the minister, I knew that I was closing the door on my previous life. No longer would I just be Sarie Marais, the Afrikaans woman of 24 years of age. Now I would be the slut. My neighbourhood and my friends would shun me. Since my boss at work was also a member of the church, he would soon hear about it. And then it would be only a matter of time before he found an excuse to fire me.

Up and until now, baas has controlled me, but it was at least hidden. Now, he has destroyed my life. Who gives him the right to do this? In addition to this, I now know that I am only one of his women. How many are there? What have I done to deserve this? My life is such a mess.

Day 8:

Dear diary

After the encounter with the minister yesterday afternoon, I knew that I would face problems at work, but the speed it happened with astounded me. I arrived at work at 08:00 and by 08:30 I was facing my boss. He told me that I was being investigated for misappropriating (why didn't they just say stealing?) funds and that I would be suspended until further notice. Then, as I was leaving, he said: "Why don't you use the time to go sort out your life."

I thus had the whole day at home in which to ponder the events of the past week and how it had ruined my life. The sex is great, (even now I had a finger in my pussy thinking of my baas' cock), but was is it worth throwing my life away for? But even as I have these thoughts, I know that I will drop to my knees when baas arrives and I will suck his cock until he blows his cum down my throat.

Tonight, once again, baas has humiliated me and made me do things that I would have never even dreamt of doing this morning. Here is what happened.

When the doorbell rang this evening, I did not even bother getting dressed. I rushed to the door, briefly checked that it was baas, before I flung it open for him to observe my naked, slutty body. I was very shocked when baas entered with I black women on his arm. He introduced me to her as that "piece of white trash that I have been telling you about". He did not even bother introducing her to me. He then led her to my bedroom where he laid her down on my bed. He then told me to stand in the corner. He then started making love to her. Whereas he has fucked me on numerous occasions, he was not fucking her, but rather making love to her in the literal sense of the term. While I was angry with him for ignoring me, for using my bed to fuck this woman and jealous at him for choosing her over me; I could not help but be aroused at the sight of his cock pumping into her pussy while he was alternatively kissing her and sucking her nipples. (Now that I mention it, the only time that I can remember him kissing me was when he did it front of the minister yesterday.)

I soon found myself pumping my fingers into my pussy, while using my other hand to rub my clit. When baas grunted as he shot his load into the woman and she screamed in orgasm, I also experienced my own self-induced orgasm. Then, for the first time in at least a half an hour of fucking the other woman, baas told me to come suck him clean. I was repulsed to think that I would have to suck off the other woman's pussy juice, but at the same time overjoyed at the opportunity to put my baas' cock back into my mouth – where I felt it belonged. I therefore diligently licked off his cum and her pussy juice off his cock. I had just got him hard and was already looking forward to a mouth full of his cum, when my baas pulled my mouth off his cock. My baas then told me to go and lick his ladies friend's pussy clean. Well, I naturally hesitated at this demand, but this just earned me a hard slap on the ass. As I conceded defeat and started towards that black pussy, I heard the bitch mention that my baas still needs to break the whitey in because "the white cunt still thinks she's the boss."

Well, my dearest diary I (who have never ever dreamt of touching a white pussy – much less a black one) then leant forward and starting licking. Initially it wasn't to bad, because all I tasted was my baas' cum leaking out of it. But my licking had the effect of making the bitch cum again and this led me with a mouth full of her foul juices. And yet as I write this, I find myself licking my lips at the opportunity of once again licking those wonderful folds of my baas' girlfriends' pussy. They were so moist and so soft. The texture was so wonderful that even now I am licking my lips and rubbing my pussy at the thought of it. How does my baas do it? He humiliates me and instructs me to do the most awful things and then, within an hour of him leaving, he has me fantasizing about doing it again. What did help making my pussy licking experience more pleasurable was my baas fucking me first in the pussy and then up the ass while he was doing it.

Tomorrow, I will be at home the whole day due to my suspension. I have mentioned this to baas in the hope that he will come early. I would love to spend the day fucking and sucking him. I would even love to lick his grilfriends' pussy for hours on end.

Day 9:

Dear Diary

Oh what a day. My jaw is saw, my pussy is tender and my ass has been abused that I don't think it will ever close again – it will just stay open and wait for the next assault.

At 09:00 this morning, the doorbell rang. This time, it was not only baas and his girlfriend, but he had another black man, named Nkosi as well. Baas then introduced me to Nkosi and told me to love and obey Nkosi. This sounded like a very strange command and even now I am sure I know what baas meant. The morning started with me sucking Nkosi's cock, while baas was fucking his girlfriend. I will admit that the thought of sucking another cock except that of my baas' repulsed me, but I knew better that to complain. I even dutifully swallowed Nkosi's cum.

The rest of the day was filled with sucking and fucking. I either had my tongue around one of the men's cocks, or in baas' girlfriend's cunt or duelling with Nkosi's tongue. (Nkosi seemed to enjoy French kissing me and whereas this initially repulsed me, I started enjoying it towards the end of the day.) I had each of the men's cocks cum in my pussy in my ass and in my mouth. I even had baas' girlfriend use a strap-on to fuck me in the pussy and in the ass.

The one event that does stand out is the last sexual act for the day. I was half sitting, half lying on Nkosi while he was pumping his cock into my pussy and I was enjoying the French kissing that we were doing when I felt baas lean over me and start to push his cock into my ass. As I have already mentioned, baas in well endowed and Nkosi's cock was certainly no smaller than baas' and therefore I found myself being double penetrated by two large cocks. I felt that they would tear me in half. The initial pain was terrible, but this soon gave way to intense pleasure. A woman has not lived until she has felt the pleasure that accompanies having a two cocks pumping into your pussy and your ass simultaneously.

After the initial pain had subsided, I started cumming and I came continuously for the period that they were fucking my ass and my pussy. The last thing that I remembered before passing out was the feeling of both of them simultaneously shooting their white hot cum into my pussy and ass. When I awoke, I was sad to see that everyone had left and I was lying on the bed with cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass and staining the bed linen. Without even thinking, I used my fingers to scoop out the last remaining cum out of my pussy and eating it.

Now, two hours later, my sore pussy still twitches at the thought of their cocks simultaneously pumping into me. Oh what a day. What will tomorrow bring?

Day 100

Dear dairy

Three months has passed since the last events described in this diary. That day when baas, his girlfriend and Nkosi fucked me was the last day that I saw baas. Fortunately I did not know it then, since it would have driven me insane, but now I have accepted it and I have found a new focus in my life.

The day after that marathon fuck session, Nkosi appeared alone at my doorstep. I almost made the mistake of my life by closing the door in his face, but I somehow knew that baas wanted me to entertain Nkosi. That day I fell in love. Baas had never shown me any love. To him I was always just a fuck toy to humiliate. (Or, as I am now starting to think – to train.) Nkosi, however, treated me like a lady – even while he was fucking me. I blossomed under Nkosi's love mainly because he is such a wonderful lover, but also because he was the one person that showed me tenderness when everyone else had rejected me as a worthless slut who sleeps with black men. (And here I am referring to all my friends, colleagues and family.)

I have sold my house and have moved in with Nkosi. We now live in Soweto - that sprawling black township outside Johannesburg. I have been humbled at how friendly the people have been. How willing they have been to accept me, an outsider, into their lives.

My sex life with Nkosi has not become either mundane or what the majority of the population would consider normal. Nkosi enjoys making love in public places and I would rather not even start to mention all the places in which we have fucked. The fear of being caught in these situations makes me cum even before Nkosi cock enters my pussy. In addition to this, Nkosi enjoys threesomes. These I particularly enjoy, since this gives me the opportunity to suck and lick other women's pussies.

And so ends my remarkable tale. It started with me being rude to a man just because of his skin colour. It then, through progressive stages of humiliation taught me to experience the full joys of sexuality and it ends with me finding true love. I now know (since Nkosi told me) that baas had used mind control on me to take advantage of me. I even sometimes wonder whether baas used mind control in order to generate these overwhelming feelings of love that I feel for Nkosi. But somehow, that is all academic, since my life is now immeasurably better than what it was before that fateful day when I cursed and acted as the racist pig that I was up and until that day.