Out Of Afrika, Chapter 45

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Out Of Afrika, Chapter 45Out of AfrikaA Fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van, Satinlvr_mwf andWunderboi******?Our story thus far:Hawksville with the assistance and influence of its major employer, Rhino Industries, has become a truly interracial community where complete harmony between Black and White and every colour in between exists. Interaction between the races is encouraged and because there is no stigma or shame attached to having a mixed race c***d inevitably there have been many offspring as a result.However, there are ‘rules’ and there are disappointments that have to be managed within the community. Both Rhino and the Church of the Black Staff have become very adept at applying both in managing expectations of its citizens.******?Jeanne Goodfellow gave a sigh which indicated her regrets and sadness as she passed by the open door of the crèche. As always when she paid a visit to the church she lingered to take a quick peek so that she could glimpse the beautiful c***dren who were playing inside under the watchful eyes of their minders. They looked delightful and to see the perfect product of the union between Black and White only made her all the more determined to become pregnant by a Black Man and thereby add to the growing number of contented families in Hawksville.Her emotions should not be a surprise for the mind control software that was embedded in every Rhino-produced device with which all households in the area were equipped continually transmitted its subliminal messages that said that for a White woman to be ‘seeded’ by a Black Man was the highest honour and achievement. It was an accepted creed within Hawksville and a concept that was encouraged by the husbands and partners of these women for they were, in the main, under the same spell albeit that they had been conditioned to accept additional rules which required that they needed additional ‘training’.However, despite the change of attitudes that welcomed and encouraged the production of mixed race c***dren there were some ladies who for one reason or another just couldn’t get pregnant no matter how many Black men they slept with. Jeanne was one of these disappointed and frustrated women.Bishop Erasmus, leader and mentor of the Church of the Black Staff, whilst as a person was a bit of a pompous blowhard was at the same time very astute and he recognised the frustrations of some in his flock that they weren’t doing as their God had ordained. He decided some time ago to do something about it and following a meeting at the house of Simone, a trusted and long-time employee of Rhino, it was agreed that a fertility clinic would be a desirable facility and provision to add to the many that the Church provided to the community.There were a few ladies at the meeting and at its conclusion they all lined up to be blessed one-by-one by the Bishop and his constantly stiff cock. Everyone left the meeting feeling satisfied and filled with a desire to get this thing, the clinic, done.The extensive grounds of the Church had no problem in providing an area where a discrete lo-rise building could be built to accommodate the clinic. More difficult was the recruitment of a director who would run the service but the ever resourceful Bishop with his extensive network of contacts soon identified a few people who fitted the bill and he sent out invites.Hilda Hauck, a practicing psychologist, specialised primarily in human sexuality and her deep understanding of the subject and extensive experience make her incredibly intuitive to the needs of others. She was also a committed devotee to Black Cock and she exuded a sexually magnetic attraction to both men and women. Her attention had been diverted by a friend who was a resident of Hawksville and a memeber of the church there to an advertisement in a medical journal to which she subscribed that was seeking a director of what was loosely described as a fertility assistance facility. Her interest was piqued and she called the contact number and was pleasantly surprised at the efficiency and the depth of the questioning of the professional who answered the call. The call concluded with the person saying that Rhino would be in touch in ‘a week or so’ but in the meantime a small gift would be coming her way as a ‘thank you’ for taking an interest in the position.The following day she was bemused when a delivery van turned up and presented her with a TV, not just any old TV but a top of the range Rhino TV. She read the thank you card and documentation as Tyrone, Rhino’s facility manager installed it on the wall in front of her couch.She heard nothing more until a week or so later a Bishop Erasmus Emerson of the Church of the Black Staff called her and his dulcet tones took her little time before she had invited the Bishop to her home so that he could conduct a follow-up interview …. just as he and the soft humming behind the phone call had suggested.The Reverend paid her a visit at her mansion the next day and she was instantly impressed that he was wearing his full religious regalia, long robe and also was taken with his forthright manner and his recognition of her qualifications to become the role of Director of the clinic. They quickly dealt with the mundane matters such as salary, pension rights but as far as she was concerned a large salary was not an issue for she had become quite comfortable thanks to the three ex-husbands who, after briefs periods of marriage, were generously contributing to her financial position. The poor fellows could not abide by Hilda’s rampart sexuality, constant extra-curricular sexual activities and absolute lack of restraint when it came to satisfy herself sexually. The Bishop noted this and smiled to himself when she said that ‘Job Satisfaction’ was a much more important issue and requirement. He thought to himself that maybe he had found just the person to head up this new endeavour.Having captured her interest the Reverend then advised her that should she choose to accept the position of Director there were certain conditions that went along with job, one of which that she would be required together with her present husband Billie to become members in the company church and for them to become trustees. She wasn’t a particularly overt religious person but, for her, the requirement was not a showstopper and she hesitantly said she would consider it.”Not good enough. I need to have your full commitment before we can offer you the post,” said the Bishop. “Indeed, I think I may well have something here that will convince you that joining our organisation will satisfy you in every way and provide for your own special needs.” He said this with a smile to his lips and a glint to his eye as he opened up the laptop he had bought with him.Hilda was intrigued at what he was hinting and she moved around to sit alongside him on the couch.”I know it may not be regarded as being entirely ethical but we have been able without your knowledge obtain some background information that indicates to us that you have certain, ahem, how can put it .. have certain ‘preferences and peccadilloes’ that can be satisfied as part of the duties and responsibilities that will be required of you.”His fingers moved across the touch pad and the screen lit up with a video that she was shocked to see showed her living room; the couch she was now sitting on and, more shocking, her Black Gardener with his pants down around his ankles and his rampant cock held in his hand as she leaned down to take it in her mouth.She gasped as the scene played out and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her as she realised that her carnal desires and her ‘preferences’ had been exposed in such a blatant way. She watched dumbfounded as the scene played out before her eyes and reached its inevitable conclusion of her Gardener grunting his satisfaction as his cock spewed its creamy load into her open mouth.”How did you get this?” she demanded. “This is outrageous, how dare you.”The Bishop chuckled, “Don’t you worry my dear. This is standard procedure whenever we recruit for senior positions within Rhino and the Church. We like to fully research tuzla escort the background of our candidates to ensure and reassure ourselves that the person who we wish to employ and join us shares our beliefs. You may remember that a few weeks back you were gifted a TV by Rhino Industries as a thank you for your interest in applying for the job. Our reasons for making this generous present was not entirely a philanthropic gesture but rather it gave us an opportunity to observe you in your home environment for you wouldn’t have realised that the TV has a hidden camera that automatically transmitted your every move whenever you were in the range of vision of the camera. We have compiled quite a file on you and I have to say that you have ‘passed the test’ with flying colours. My, oh my, you have been such a busy girl!”Hilda looked at him blankly trying to gauge what was being implied and whether he was serious. Erasmus in turn chose to ignore her display of indignation and instead said, “I’d like you to look at this.”His hand moved expertly over the pad as he selected another video and there was Hilda fully engaged sat on an anonymous with a Black cock up her shaven pussy whilst at the same time she was sucking on the stiff cock of her Black Gardener who was standing alongside as she was being rigorously fucked. The bishop smiled to see Hilda had her full attention focussed on the screen.”I love that you have gone to the trouble of having a tattoo inked on your butt. What does ‘QOS’ mean; what does that stand for?” he asked mischievously knowing full well what the initials declared.The video played out and was swiftly followed by another which this time had a shadowy figure hovering in the background as she was being vigorously fucked by yet another fat black cock.”Am I right believing that that is your husband standing behind the couch there?” the Bishop asked rhetorically knowing full well that was exactly who the white male in the background was.Hilda didn’t say a word to accompany her slight nod.”Hmm, that’s very good for we prefer that any white partner of our female employees to be of a submissive nature and it’s clear from what we see here that your husband, Billie, right? is just the type of chap that we need to be supporting his wife in her work. Here, I’ll show you what I mean.”He selected another video which clearly showed Billie looking on adoringly as his wife moaned her way through yet another orgasm caused by the black cock that was pumping back and forth into her gaping pussy. She made no comment.He produced transcripts of the telephone interviews she had previously held and when the Bishop went through her responses to some of the very explicit questions that she had been asked she realised the line of questioning was in fact a form of testing to gauge her sexual preferences.He then went on to the section where questions about her husband, Billie had been asked. When she queried why they should be so interested in him he explained that the company rules required husbands to be committed cuckolds at a minimum and, even better, for them to be sissy cuckolds. She had no answer when he concluded the formal part of the interview by showing her videos and pictures of Billie dressed ‘en femme’ and enjoying sex with one of her identified BBCs fucking his arse after he had just finished having cuckold sex with Hilda.”I think that you are totally qualified and suited to join Rhino and I would like to offer you the post of Director of the Rhino Fertility Clinic.”Hilda, in a state of shock at what she had just witnessed, mouthed a ‘thank you’ as she contemplated the situation that she might be getting into. Nothing specific had been mentioned in terms of Job Description or Terms of Reference, etc. she just knew that there was going to be the opportunity to enjoy as much black cock as she wanted or could handle. Her mind was elsewhere when the Bishop added, “… and there will be a role for Billie to play in your work but we can discuss that later.”Now with the interview concluded may I suggest that we celebrate your new employment and role by my giving you the blessing of the church and a taste of what to expect.”Her eyes lit up when without any further prompting he lifted his cassock and revealed a stiff black cock that was already dribbling pre-cum down its veiny length. With no hesitation she leaned over and made herself comfortable before licking at the bulbous end of his most impressive staff.Billie looked on approvingly from the kitchen doorway. He had been following every word and was excited beyond measure as he watched the beginnings of what was going to be a long ‘blessing’. As he rubbed his little caged Dickie beneath his frilly French knickers he wondered exactly what his part of this new endeavour might be.Elsewhere, Jeanne Goodfellow who was going about her daily business had no idea that she was to be the first patient.*******?Janice put down the phone and smiled when she glanced at the clock and noted just how long it had been that she had been talking with her best friend Simone.Crazy, it wasn’t as if she didn’t see her nearly every day at Rhino’s head office but snatched conversations during the workaday were no substitute for the pleasure that came from sitting down with a glass of wine in hand and having a proper gossip without the interruptions that life in the office entailed.Simone had told her all about the progress with the new fertility clinic that was going to be built; she mentioned the meetings that she had sat in on when the new director of the facility was being briefed on expectations and, “what a formidable woman she appeared to be … unlike the wimp of a husband that had come along .. apparently he was some kind of Interior design and decorator expert and was going to be responsible for the decor and such … he really was so effeminate … really ought to introduce him to Ian and Herb … what a laugh that would be”, they concluded.Janice bought Simone up to date with what she had gleaned from reading the old diary of her namesake, great, great Grandmother Janice. She said that it was hard going trying to interpret the handwritten cursive script and to translate the old fashioned language but the matter-of-fact way in which her ancestor related her life made it a charming and compelling story. She told Simone that the old leather-bound book was so thick that there must be a lot more revelations to come and she confessed that she often spent the day at work thinking about getting back home at night so she could read the next chapter in the life of her namesake.After she had replace the phone she called out to her husband who was busy, as usual, in the kitchen, “Herb, I’ve got some work to do in the study. Bring me a plate I’ll eat supper there …”She picked up her wineglass and went into the study, sat herself down at the desk and opened the diary.******?”Our vessel the ‘Trecora’ sailed into a port the name of which I was advised but now can neither pronounce or remember. It was a place of great confusion and our arrival caused a swarm of dusky fellows to come aboard and under the direction of a swarthy Arab man, an overseer, to descend into the bowels of our ship and to begin the task of offloading the cargo which had been transported from England. I was unable to see exactly what the hessian bound bundles contained but Katherine said that it was merchandise the likes of which was unknown in Africa and was of great value and would be exchanged for a cargo of a different kind to be taken to Hispaniola. The Arab man came aboard and was greeted with much enthusiasm by the Captain and my Aunt and they confined themselves to the Captain’s cabin where, Katherine said, they were conducting a trade, a barter for the goods which I had observed being transported to the quayside.I was much taken by the appearance and stature of these, for want of a better description, black men. They all seemed to be well-muscled and dressed in only a loose loin cloth which did nothing to conceal their peggos as they moved from shore to ship in their endeavours to tote the cargo from the hold of our vessel. I also noted that tuzla escort bayan they all had metal bands around their ankles which I thought must be some African fashion. It was only later that I was to discover under the tutelage of the all-knowing Katherine as to their true purpose.I was thrilled to watch the frantic activities as these magnificent creatures as they were urged by other Arab men to greater efforts. They were clearly men of much importance for they all acted with the utmost servitude under the crude exhortations for them to work harder and there was never any signs of dissent to be observed.My attention was directed by Katherine toward the quayside where to one side a caged compound was located. Within were black females together with their offspring and all appeared to be much distressed at their confinement. Katherine informed me that they were the partners of the fellows who we were observing. I thought that their distress must be related to seeing their husbands being treated so harshly but Katherine called me a ‘silly goose’ and that the distress observed was far from being concerned about that matter. She said that I would soon understand everything and that I was not to be vexed at what was about to be enacted for, as she said, this was a perfectly normal and accepted practice in this part of the world and an integral part of business. I was much confused by her scant explanations.With the midday sun causing us much discomfort Katherine and I retreated to our little cabin where after some refreshment we lay and I shared with my dear Katherine the sights that I had caught of the black men and their peggos as they moved up and down the gangways and passages. I commented that they all seemed to well-endowed and how excited it made me feel to see their grand affairs and that ball sack so rudely exposed. She was much amused at hearing my observation and told me that soon I would have many opportunities to see and to experience much closer involvement with that which fascinated me so. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after my sweet Katherine administered to me that pleasure to which we had become so adept.”Janice squirmed in her chair as she imagined just what her ancestor was alluding to and the thought of seeing all those black cocks so freely displayed sent a shiver of excitement through her body.Her reverie was disturbed by a tap on the study door, it was Herb bearing a plate of sandwiches and bottle of wine. He knew exactly what she preferred to eat when she was ‘working’ and he reverently placed the tray by her side and topped up her glass.. As ever, he attempted to look at ‘that book’ as he did so but Janice swiftly closed it from his view. No way was she allowing him to share in this secret pleasure!”Thank you; now leave me alone please,” she said dismissively. The door clicked shut as the ever-rejected Herb returned to the kitchen to continue his chores. She open the journal once more.”We awoke to much commotion and Katherine and I hurried to repair our clothes so that we might exit our cabin and go and find the source of the disturbance. I was much perturbed to see that the cause was a column of these black natives were being herded aboard our vessel and being dispatched with much vigour by their cruel masters down into the hold which had so recently been emptied of the cargo we had bought from England. They made for a pitiful sight for now I could see the reason for the metal bands around their ankles as they were all shackled by chains which were linked to each other. There was no segregation between the sexes and it appeared that the mix of male and female was arbitrary as they were led away from my sight into the bowels of the ship.I was much distressed to witness such inhumane treatment of humankind but Katherine dismissed my concerns by saying that this was quite a normal occurrence and that these people were being transported to a better life than the one they were leaving behind. I was not convinced by her dismissal for these wretches appeared to be most miserable indeed and I was later to discover they were little more than slaves who had been traded and had no part or say in the transaction. It took me a while to accept what she had explained but I suppose that in the course of time that I became inured to their condition and, like her, regarded the station of these ‘slaves’ as being the way of the world.We set sail just as soon as the hatches were battened down and I was much excited at the prospect of seeing another new world. I could not believe or could I have conceived that as a mere slip of a country girl that in the course of a year I had been transported from a simple life of innocence to one that had provided me with so much exhilaration. The voyage Westward was to endow me with so much more.Our passage to Hispaniola was assisted by a favourable Tradewind and the Captain estimated our journey would take little over a week. I had no idea how such matters were calculated but determined that I would enjoy every minute as best I could. I had my books, my journal, my needlecraft and of course I had my Katherine who was most attentive to my pleasures. Apart from the aforementioned pastimes we also had, of course, our own secret pleasure of voyeurism and looking down upon the rough sailors who continued to indulge in the most carnal liberties with each other. I lost account of the number of times when peering down the gap in the hatchway and with my hand stroking my cunny that I observed yet another fountain of that sweet white nectar erupt from the stiff peggo of a sailor as he was pleasured by another.There was also another event which occurred daily that I anticipated with much delight. Each evening as the sun set before the bow of the ship, this was the signal for the slaves to be bought up in batches onto the deck where they could do their ablutions and to gain some relief from the conditions of their quarters below. I never ventured to those parts of the ship, it would not have been ladylike to do so, but from what I gleaned from the coarse conversations I overheard of the ship’s crew I understood that it was not pleasant. and because of the humid, fetid atmosphere below decks these slaves would appear quite naked. They had no shame (if indeed they had any choice) for whatever the circumstance I would so look forward to seeing these black men who would be displaying the magnificence of their manhood without an iota of embarrassment. Given the isolation of our position in the middle of the ocean with no fear of being observed by our peers at home who would have disapproved of such behaviour, Katherine and I used to look forward to this hour of the day when we might take our evening constitutional walk around the deck and be able to observe at closer quarters the ritual of cleansing of the slaves. The sailors who were in command of the process became quite used to our appearance and once they had tethered a poor wretch to the railing by his wrists they indeed encouraged us to step closer so that we might inspect at closer quarters the objects of our attention. I almost swooned with a mixture of discomfiture and pleasure when in jest a sailor invited me to step closer and for me to take in hand the affair of the subservient black man who was in his charge. The first time this was suggested I declined with much blushing but Katherine had no such reluctance and stepped forward and took my place. I shared in her pleasure when the Blackamoor reacted in the most positive fashion and we both giggled to see his peggo become stiff and even longer as she administered a few strokes along the length of the veiny ebony trunk. The sailor joined in our laughter and said that he had christened the man ‘Samuel’ given that he had no comprehension of how to pronounce his proper name. Thereafter it became an evening ritual that we would make such an inspection of Samuel and I believe that the Blackamoor became as eager as ourselves anticipating our meetings on the deck.It was not only the males who were bought up onto the deck to be washed for the females that had been similarly ensconced below were likewise escort tuzla treated. Naked as the day they were born they took their turn and were secured by their limbs to the rails and fixtures of the ship and then without any recourse to hide their modesty they would be likewise subjected to similar indignities as water was washed over their black bodies. The sailors would take great delight in exposing themselves to the hapless women and they would take great liberties with touching their breasts and cunnies but there was no attempt of making intercourse with them for the sailors were under strict instruction that their charges were not to be defiled in any way that could affect their value when the time came for them to be sold. So it was that we would be amused to watch their cavorting as they went about such lewd behaviours.Thereafter having enjoyed our liaisons on the deck we would repair to our cabin and in the cooler atmosphere of the evening now that the sun had departed we would lay ourselves down and Katherine would ask me archly if, now that I had seen what a black man possessed and fully considered him, was I still afraid of him or did I think I could venture to come to a close engagement with him? To all which, not a word on my side, I would sigh, scarcely able to breathe and she would take hold of my hand, and having rolled up her own petticoats, forced it half strivingly towards those parts, where, now grown more knowing, I would provide her with my sweet administrations to her wet cunny.And so our voyage did progress until after nearly two weeks at sea landfall was seen on the horizon and the Captain declared that we were witnessing the appearance of Hispaniola.The island was quite unlike anything I had seen or imagined. Indeed, from our aspect it was not a mere island but rather, to my eyes, a vast country that stretched away from the port up into and beyond the mountains that appeared to surround us. Katherine assured me it was indeed an island and that I would have ample opportunity to explore once we had been transported to our new abode, the plantation mansion house which was owned by my Aunt. However, before such an excursion could take place we were told that we would have to remain on the ship whilst a matter of business was conducted. The matter in question I learned was the reason for us coming to Hispaniola and it was then that I became acquainted with the realities of life in this part of the world. It was regarded purely as a commercial transaction but what I witnessed from my vantage point from the deck as I looked down upon the quay below was nothing less than an auction of humanity. I was much disturbed to see the poor wretches who had been herded from our vessel being paraded one-by-one on a wooden platform where to a background of raucous comments and shouts of white spectators bids were made to purchase them as if in consideration of them being no better than cattle at a market. I was further shocked to see that our Aunt had already disembarked from the ship and was fully engaged in the auction albeit that no money was being exchanged given that the cargo was already hers and what she was engaged upon was selecting what she considered the better specimens for her own purposes. Those whom she allowed to be traded were sold purely for her own profit. However, I was pleased to see that Samuel had been selected by my Aunt and that perchance I may see him (and his peggo!) in the future.”Janice looked up at the wall clock and wondered where the time had passed. She drew in a deep breath at the realisation that it was time for bed. She reluctantly closed the journal, placed into the desk drawer and carefully locked it away; no way was she letting Herb or anyone else sneaking in and sharing her pleasure before she had completed the task of ‘researching’ her ancestor.Fired up with images in her mind provoked by her reading she went through to the lounge and called out, “Herb, come on it’s time for bed. If you’re a good boy we’ll play a game and I’ll read you a little story before sleep.”Herb loved it when she was in this mood. He had no idea what might have caused her change of attitude from her usual bossy way of interacting with him but, hey, don’t question it, enjoy the moment was his follow-on thought.They got to the bedroom and Janice reverted to type and said, “Get yourself undress; no, don’t put on your pyjamas, just get undressed and stand over there.”He moved as directed to the end of the old vintage brass bed and leaned back against the rail. Janice smiled to see him being such a faithful puppy dog and told him to hold out his arms so that she could use a couple of his silk ties to lash his wrists to the frame. He complied and was bemused at this unexpected turn of events.”Now, let’s get you out of this thing,” she said as she took the gold chain from around her neck and found the key to the padlock that secured his cock cage. She unlocked the chrome device and obediently Herb’s little dickie sprang free and she was amused to see the red crease marks on the knob end where his swelling erection had been straining against the restraint. “There, that’s better isn’t it, my little slave?” she said giving his deformed testicles a pat.Herb was bemused, whatever had gotten into her, she never had before spoken to him or treated him in this way. It really was most unexpected and exciting. He watched as she got herself undressed and his little cock gave a throb as it reached what for him was a full erection.”Now, my little slave, I’m going to wash you …. and afterwards we shall have a little fun together on the bed afterwards …. and you can get your reward …. “Janice smiled at him as she went into the bathroom to find a soft sponge. She ran the hot water and soaked in some washing gel and then returned to him to kneel down in front of his little stiff cock which was already dribbling his pre-cum … and staining the carpet. He glanced down and noted her expression had turned to one of annoyance.No matter, she wrapped her hand with the sponge around his protruding penis and he gasped as he felt the soap filled soft foam grasp him. She softly carressed him and within an instant he gave that curious little squeal that he always made when fully aroused and with a spurt his spunk splashed from the folds of the sponge and joined the stain on the carpet below.Janice was furious. “You pathetic piece of …. urgh … what’s the matter with you … can’t you just control yourself for once?”Herb hung his head in shame as she continued to berate him for his inadequacies.”Right, you can just stay there until I’m ready to let you free. For crying out, just for once I thought we could have a little fun and that you might act like a normal husband but, no, as ever you think only of yourself and couldn’t give a damn about me ….,”…. and so she went on muttering her displeasure as she moved about the bedroom deliberately not looking at her husband who now, thoroughly dejected, knew better than to say anything that would serve only antagonise his wife further. She climbed onto the bed and with his back toward her and him being unable to see she opened the drawer of her night stand and pulled out her favourite toy, a vibrator that was modelled on the more adequate cock of Oskar Botha, her boss. She lay back on the bed and as she slid the fat tool over the wet folds of her pussy she continued directing her insults toward the back of the head of her husband.”At least I can rely on someone to stay hard … it’s a pity you can’t see what a real cock looks like … hmm, that feels so much better …,” and so on. She looked at his blushing neck before closing her eyes and opening her legs a little wider. ‘Oskar’ slid in easily and she began to slowly fuck herself groaning her satisfaction as she felt herself being so completely filled by black cock. As she felt her orgasm begin to build she mused that when she went into work in the morning that she would get the opportunity to feel the real thing as both her bosses were always willing to oblige.It was then that her climax dissipated as, damn, she just remembered; both Oskar and Zaire had left to to travel to Japan to watch their beloved South Africa play in the final of the Rugby World Cup and would not be returning to Hawksville for a week or more.Damn and blast; men and their funny shaped balls!******?

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