Susanne in Africa

by Toesman

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Sex Story: MWC in Africa discovers blk house man as substitute husband for the submissive wife, her pregnancies as she completely gives herself to her new husband.

It was in 1993 that I first happened to meet and talk with Susanne and Klaus Beidermeir. I was working on my first assignment as a trade representative in the American Embassy, but of course, as you now know, that was only my cover story. I was just out of my primary intensive training course with the Company. I had been 'lent' to the American Embassy, and I was tasked to gather as much information as I could about several different areas of life in Uganda. In particular, since I was more black than white (I tended to resemble my father, more than my mother's family) I was seconded to the security attache in the Embassy, with the specific instructions to determine what, if any truth, there was to the rumors that there was a white slavery ring operating out of Uganda, with the implicit-if not the explicit-concurrence or even permission of Amin's government ministers. Of course, the Embassy believed that under Idi Amin, Uganda was totally corrupt and run by a close-knit circle of his Black cronies. While working in my cover role, I was to meet with all the white expatriates working for the black-owned companies, and use such meetings to ingratiate myself with all these people. From that start, it was hoped that I would get some information from these "Expats" (as they were generally known) on the existence of any white slavery ring, particularly those dealing in European, British (or Scottish), and even, as the Embassy had heard, American women kidnaped in Europe, or even in America.

From the first moment that I met the Beidermeir's, I was struck by them. Susanne and Klaus were from Germany, where Klaus had graduated early from advanced university studies with a degree in chemical engineering. Let me describe them for you, so that we will have the same overview of how this whole episode played out. First of all, Susanne was stunningly beautiful. Then at age 28, she was in her prime of Germanic womanhood, with honey-blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'4", 125 lbs. with nice full breasts, a trim flat tummy and a lovely, although somewhat plump, derriere. Interestingly enough, from my standpoint, I (who always liked for his women to be and appear somewhat showy, even a little bit 'slutty', wearing lots of jewelry & of course, always bright finger & toe nail polish at all times), Susanne did not appear showy in that sense at first. Of course, she did-at least on every occasion that I saw her-have her finger & toe nails painted, with bright reds polish colors. She, however, seemed demure, even a bit shy.

Klaus was actually three years younger then his wife and rather immature. In many ways, he reminded me of a typical brainy "nerd". Neither of them had ever been abroad and Uganda was their first assignment. Klaus had been recruited by an Indian-owned sugar mill as a chemical plant engineer. Shortly after their arrival, the plants were taken over by part of a Ugandan nationalization proceeding, and the owners kicked out of Uganda.

After they arrived, they were given all the accouterments of country for white expats: a bungalow on the compound of the main plant, complete with a house servant/cook, a gardener and a night security guard. Apparently the compound had six similar bungalows all set in large lots. At the time, all but two were unoccupied. Both felt strange to have domestics, something entirely unknown to average families in the Germany.

This then is their story, as I pieced it together, from first one eye witness and another, finally talking at some length with Susanne, just before she and Klaus left to go back to home. At first Susanne wanted to help with the housework, only to be reminded by Dr. Bointoo, their black, English-educated medical doctor that this was inappropriate for whites. They had met this physician over some minor injury Klaus suffered at work and they had come to trust and rely on his advice. Klaus had his job to keep him occupied during the day, but Susanne was bored.

Shopping was reduced to a few dukas which carried the essentials, TV was almost non-existent and there were no other friends in the vicinity. So she would sleep in, then dress very casually (most often in sleeveless blouses, short-shorts, & open sandals) not knowing that her charms were often on display, and very much noticed by her male staff. No sooner did her house servant notice her lack of self-confidence he began to take command of the household... at first of course towards the gardener and the night watchman. She came to deal with him whenever anything needed to be done. About that time, the Indian owners of the plant were expelled, and the company was integrated into a nationalized government agency, with governmental appointed cronies to run the plants throughout the country. Klaus was now given the responsibility as a plant engineer for several mills by his new bosses and was expected to travel frequently.

Klaus had been called into Kampala for a meeting with Mr. Maronae, the General Manager, and Mr. Carothen, the Operations Manager of the company, both of course Black. Both men were middle aged. Mr. Maronae was an imposingly large if not to say a fat man, while Mr. Carothen was rather a short man, with an oversized head, short powerful arms and legs. Both men had appeared very friendly, and outgoing to him, and had inquired how he and his wife liked their life in Uganda. Klaus said, truthfully, that he enjoyed the challenge; the mill had been in a terrible state when he first arrived but downtime was gradually reduced and production figures were up. How would Klaus like to become Chief Engineer in charge of all mills? His salary would be significantly increased and he would share in productivity gains through annual profit sharing. Of course, it meant traveling and spending time at the other locations, especially at first, until he had things running smoothly. Klaus had asked if he could have a few days to consider their offer and to consult his wife. Two days later he had informed Mr. Maronae that he would be glad to accept the company's offer and that he would do everything to justify their trust in him.

At about this same time, however, Nauroo, their house servant, was becoming noticeably more self-assured and cocky (pun intended). Their "friend", Doctor Bointoo, had taken Klaus to a local Hotel bar one afternoon and over some beers had explained to him the African custom and the dangers facing unguarded attractive females. Klaus was horrified when the doctor explained that in such situations it would be better for her to be given a surrogate husband... as he put it... better the devil you know then those you don't. When Klaus confessed that he felt unable to confront his wife with such a prospect, the doctor offered to come out to the house some afternoon and talk to Susanne. Klaus and Susanne had by this point in time recognized all too well that Africans were very promiscuous, and forward in their approach to women. I supposed from my conversations, and from my own observations, that both Susanne and Klaus would certainly have realized that African men and women considered it to be a normal practice to share their sexual partners.

That is exactly the scenario conjured up by the "good" doctor when he explained the dangers to Klaus... That night, Klaus lay awake next to his beautiful wife, for the first time actually seeing in his mind's eye, her lovely white body, legs wide spread, beneath some rutting African male thrusting into her. Klaus had coveted the job from the beginning, now that the old owners were gone and the mill had become part of a governmental bureaucracy with managers who did not knew as much as he did, it seemed to offer him even greater prospects.

Klaus in retrospect seems to have been especially naive in these matters. Also he seemed to have been so involved in his work that he was oblivious to anything else. As you will see later on, Susanne was not quite as naive and did recognize the effect she had on the men around her. As a matter of fact, in talking with her long after the facts set out here, I believe she even secretly enjoyed their attention and maybe felt that these "games" relieved her boredom.

That same afternoon that he was offered his new top-level job, he had his conversation with the Dr. Bointoo. He asked if such a substitute husband was a pro forma matter, something for appearance to outsiders at best? The doctor was quite emphatic in scoffing at that idea. Her surrogate husband would certainly want to consummate the union. Klaus sat silent, his greed for advancement getting the better of him. Would it be so bad, he thought. After all, many women all over the world had affairs and an African male might use her body, but surely would be unlikely to steal her heart from him. How would we locate someone suitable, anyway? he asked. Generally, it is easiest and most convenient for the house servant to be offered the role, the doctor answered. He's around her all day long already and it is a small step for him to move into the house with her.

"Actually," Dr. Bointoo continued, "I have found that a woman will soon look forward and enjoy being bedded by another male once she knows that the arrangement finds the approval of her husband. And just consider the alternatives. "Either you both can leave the country and give up the job that promises you a career, income and status. What will you do back home? Or you can send her home; for a while she'll write you until she finds someone else. Or you leave her in the care of one man whom you know and who will keep her content and safe whilst you pursue your career." "Yes, I imagine you are right, there seems to be no other way," Klaus conceded. "But you will promise to help me explain it all to her? I am sure it will not be easy to convince her."

That following Friday, the doctor finally arranged to meet Klaus after work at the house. When Klaus drove up to the bungalow, Susanne came running up to greet him. She looked radiant in a short, pleated skirt that showed off her legs and a good portion of her soft thighs and a silk blouse with a deep V-neck exposing the upper slopes of her breasts. Her bra was a half-cup supporting the lower slopes of her breasts but leaving the nipples free. The silk left little to hide the aureoles from view. She was wearing, as had become her custom, open-toe slide sandals, which showed off her pretty small white feet, and toes, as well as showing off her dark red toenail polish to the best advantage.

Klaus asked her, "has the good Dr. said anything to you?"

"No, only that you will have to travel a lot during the next few months. Is that true? I told him how I hate to be alone, especially at night. It's scary." "Yes, I'm afraid it is true," he said. By that time the couple had made their way back into the living room and found the doctor waiting. Klaus stopped by the buffet to pour himself a large gin and tonic. Another drink, maybe he asked the doctor and Susanne. As the three settled down with their drinks, Klaus told his wife that he had accepted an offer of promotion and that he would have to visit other mills frequently. As it were, he would have to leave the following Monday on his first trip.

"Of course, you cannot stay here alone," the doctor said. "I didn't expect to, of course I'll go along with Klaus." "No, my dear, I'm afraid that is absolutely out of the question. Klaus will be on the move constantly; sometimes in very rough or even dangerous country. This type of travel and the area is simply not suitable for a white woman. You will have to stay here at the house." "No way," Susanne protested. "Susanne... I suggest that you accept a substitute husband to look after you whenever Klaus is away from home," the doctor interjected before she could say anything more. This was followed by shocked silence for a few moments. "What do you mean, a substitute husband?" Susanne whispered, looking from one man to the other.

Patiently, the doctor explained the situation to her and unless you are seen to belong to a man-to this substitute husband-any number of males can claim you and take you, if necessary by force. African men would be quick to discover that you are alone and that Klaus would not be back for weeks. You would risk being raped, or housebound with multiple African men enjoying you. I advise you to be practical and to accept a surrogate husband.

"Do you know about all this?" She asked Klaus, "And may I ask, does this include sexual services?" she added cynically. "Yes," he said. "The doctor and I have discussed the situation and, yes, I'm afraid that he would want move into the house and sleep with you exactly as husband and wife." "And you agree with him?" She asked incredulously. "Is your lousy career worth the prize of your woman?" She sat, her breasts heaving.

"There is no other choice, honey, please believe me. You know how we had to struggle to make ends meet back home." "And who's going to be the lucky guy who'll get me?" she finally asked quietly. "We thought that Nauroo would maybe be a good choice." "Our house servant?" "Yes, I thought you get along well with him and seem to be comfortable around him. Also, I noticed that lately he's taken charge of the household and the other staff, which makes me feel confident that he'd be very capable of taking care of you." Susanne hesitated. "Have you asked him already? He may have someone else" The doctor burst out laughing. "I guarantee you, he'd give his right arm to get between your legs, no matter how many other women he would have. He probably sneaks up on you whenever he thinks he can get a glimpse at your charms, his cock full and aching."

Susanne knew full well that the doctor was right. In the mornings after Klaus had left for work and Nauroo was already in the house, she would often go back to bed and sleep soundly for a few hours before the day got hot. A few times she had awakened to find the door of the master bedroom ajar, the covers thrown off and her nightie pushed up around her waist. At first she had been aghast. Had Nauroo spied on her and seen her like that? Then she felt a mounting sexual excitement at the thought run like a hot flash through her loins. Well, good for him, she thought.

From then on she brazenly slept without panties, secretly enjoying this cat and mouse game... as long as she could be the cat. After that, she had caught herself frequently staring at the front of his khaki shorts, wondering about the size of his manhood. Judging by the bulge, he seemed to be very large down there. Nauroo must have noticed her obvious interest and he would often perch on a stool in the kitchen whilst preparing a meal, pretending not to notice that the fat head of his cock had slipped out of his shorts alongside his thighs in plain view. Susanne was shocked at first but her eyes would wander back time and again. Now, the same feeling of sexual excitement and arousal washed over her, thinking about the situation that her husband and the good doctor were trying to persuade her to accept. Nauroo was an attractive male, she had to admit. Deep Black, he was tall and muscular, well built, and seemed to be in excellent physical condition.

And, furthermore, she thought, her sex life with Klaus had been anything but exciting these past few years. Why should she complain if her husband encouraged her to accept another man into her life? Should she waste her youth and looks being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere? "Well, Klaus," she said, "I hope you know exactly what you are doing. The doctor here is a witness that it is you who is suggesting, even insisting upon, such an arrangement. I don't want you one day to accuse me of being a slut, or attempting to divorce me and leave me with nothing, when this was always your idea from the outset! As a matter of fact, I would insist that all this is put in writing."

"Of course, Susanne, I am glad you brought this up," the doctor said. "I happen to have with me a modified marriage contract customary here in Africa. Since usually a substantial dowry has to be paid by the bridegroom to the bride's family, which must be refunded to the husband in case the bride does not discharge her duties, such contracts are always signed to ensure that husband's and wife's rights and responsibilities are agreed upon. In your case, Klaus would have to sign on behalf of the bride's father." God, Susanne thought... actually I do feel like a bride... butterflies in my stomach and all. "All right," she said aloud. "If you men want to speak to Nauroo... let's hear how he feels about all this." "Klaus go on and call him in here," the doctor said. 'We might as well speak to him in front of Susanne."

Susanne told me that she couldn't really look at Nauroo at first when he came into the room, when called by Dr. Bointoo. "Nauroo," the doctor broke the silence, "have you heard the term 'substitute husband'?" For a moment Nauroo looked from one to another. Then a knowing grin swept over his face. "Of course I do," he said. "Everyone does." "Then please tell us how you understand that term," the doctor wanted to know. "Well, it is an arrangement by which a husband leaves his wife in the care of another man. The substitute husband takes the place of the first husband in all matters in accordance with African customs."

"Yes, you have explained that very well. We now have a similar situation here. Bwana Klaus has been promoted and has to be away from home often. I have convinced him that he will have to give Susanne to a someone to look after her, and I have suggested that you may like to take on this responsibility." Susanne who was looking at him through lowered eyelids, said Nauroo glanced over at her then. Susanne still could not look him in the eyes, but she was sure that her face and neck flushed, with embarrassment, but also perhaps with a mounting physical excitement. Without answering the doctor's question, he said. "Well, Miz Susanne, how do you feel about this?" Susanne then finally raised her face and, looking directly at him, said: "I told Klaus I would agree."

Nauroo grinned. "Telling Klaus is not good enough. You will have to ask me." Susanne hesitated and then, finally, in a small voice, said, "Nauroo, would like you to have me as your wife?" The doctor clapped his hands. "Well done, Susanne... now, are you satisfied, Nauroo? Will you accept her?" "Yes, of course I will; however we clearly will have to have an actual ceremony, so that there will be no question after the fact that this is something that Mr. Beidermeir and Susanne both wanted and approved of in advance.

"Tonight if you like, and can find a witness, Nauroo. In the meantime, maybe a toast would be in order, Klaus, and for you. Susanne, now that you two are engaged, it would be appropriate for you to kiss your new husband."

As Klaus handed out more drinks, Nauroo held out his hand. "Well, Susanne... come here." Susanne glanced at Klaus and then stood up. The few short steps across to Nauroo seemed like miles to her. When she finally stood before him, he reached for her arm and pulled her into his lap. As she could feel his manhood hard and pulsing against her asscheeks; he reached for her chin with one hand, turning her mouth towards his. Then his full lips descended on her mouth and she could feel his tongue pushing against her clenched teeth to gain entrance. After a moment's resistance, she opened her mouth to him and with a soft-acquiescing sound, she accepted his tongue into her mouth.

With growing excitement, Klaus and the doctor witnessed the beautiful young white woman in the arms of the Black Male. It was plain for both to see how she began to embrace the inevitable and allowed herself to be overcome by her new groom. As he continued slipping his thick tongue in and out of her now-wide-open mouth, his other hand had reached beneath her short skirt, finding her asscheeks naked and silken to his touch. Hmmm, he chuckled to himself, she's wearing those thong panties again. I'll have to remind her that these will be surplus clothing in future.

He reached beneath her ass, and with a quick flick, brushed the little cloth aside, leaving her plump vagina naked and open to his touch. She shivered when she felt his thick middle finger slide down the length of her moistened slit and then dip between her lips. Pulling his mouth off of her's, he smiled at the two watching men and said, "Yes, she's wet already. I think she will do nicely." He gave her bare rump a slap beneath her skirt and pushed her off his lap. As she stood, all could see the massive erection pushing his shorts out tentlike. "Well, there will be plenty of time for that later. If we are to hold the ceremony tonight, I better go and get Silas, the gardener, to witness before he goes running off," he announced.

"Why a witness?" Susanne asked. "Because all have to know that Nauroo is properly wedded to you. Else other men could dispute his claim on you," the doctor told her. "Is Susanne dressed to your liking, Nauroo, or do you want her to change?" he asked. "No, she will do, though she can meanwhile freshen up, put up her hair and use some make-up." "All right," the doctor said, "Shall we say maybe in half an hour back here then?" After Nauroo had left, the good doctor, pleased with the evening's progress, smiled at Susanne.

"Well, Susanne, did I detect some reluctance in you to break that kiss? You seemed as if you were enjoying his hand beneath your skirt. You two lovebirds will have all night to enjoy each other, and I bet that Nauroo can hardly wait to mount you thoroughly. But if we will want to have you ready and looking your best, now is not the time to chat. I suspect you will both want to know the wording of the agreement before you sign. Maybe we can go over everything as you get ready, honey."

Together, all three went into the master bedroom and Susanne sat down in front of her dressing table. Klaus plunked down on the bed, somehow relieved that all seemed to have gone much easier then he had thought. Of course, she might bolt at the last moment. As the doctor pulled out a few sheets of paper, Susanne had begun to pin up her shoulder-length blonde hair. "I feel sticky," she announced. "Can you men give me a few minutes of privacy so that I can sponge off?" "Baby, we don't have time for such timidness... your husband has seen you before and I am a physician and have seen plenty of naked women. You just go ahead whilst I read out the important passages of the agreement."

After just a short moment's reflection, Susanne gave in and taking off her blouse reached in back and unfastened her bra. Good god, the doctor thought, as her breasts came into view... Nauroo is a lucky bastard, to hold those beauties anytime he feels like it. Her breasts were full and firm, sagging ever so slightly. As she let the bra fall away, they jiggled enticingly, the soft skin breaking out in goosebumps as the cool air hit them. The doctor took the wet sponge out of her hand and wiped her back with it. Then, reaching around, he gently lifted one breast in one hand and sponged it. Her nipples stiffened and she did not resist his ministrations. Good, the doctor thought, his cock stirring inside his trousers. Yes, she is ripe, already overtly submissive, and well on her way to be broken to our every desires. She was already turning out to be an asset, and he felt certain that somehow he could profit from her.

After he had sponged her other breast, he handed the sponge back to her and reached for his papers. "Please listen carefully," he said as Susanne was putting on a fresh bra and a new silk blouse. "I will outline first the section dealing with the wife's responsibilities... it says here, that the female shall honor and obey her husband, and she shall cheerfully submit to all of his sexual demands. And that she will refrain from any jealousies. It is also left to her husband's sole discretion whether or not he will allow other men to enjoy her company. Finally, it says that she will bear his children as and when he so demands."

Both Klaus and Susanne were already voicing their objections until the doctor interrupted. "Now, listen, this is a standard marriage agreement in accordance with African laws. It has already been signed by couples tens of thousands of times. If you analyze the wording, with the exception of some minor passages which are rarely if ever applied, it is essentially not much different from Christian vows."

"But what about wives?" Susanne said, "Will he have more than me?" "I guess he could, you know that Africans living in the villages have several females. But that really doesn't apply here in your situation."

"And what about other men?"

"Again, that passage is intended for her to be given to another man should her husband be absent. The intention is for her to be kept within the husband's circle of family relationships," the doctor assured them. "And ensuring her husband's sexual satisfaction and the portion about bearing his children is not so much different from Christian church laws which stipulate that a couple should 'please each other and multiply.'" "What punishment are they talking about?" Susanne demanded. "Ohh, that again is nothing. Would you not agree that there must be some discipline in every marriage? Some women tend to be quarrelsome and the husband must have some tools to enforce peace and order in his household," he said.

By now, Susanne had finished her hair and had applied new makeup and she looked even more enticing then ever. Somehow, she told me later, that she had begun to feel comfortable with her 'wedding vows', which only enforced my perception of her ultimately submissive personality. Susanne said, it all just felt so right to her. After all, they were in Africa and should they not accept the ways of the country they called home now? She even felt eager to get on with it now. Her pussy tingled as she thought of Nauroo's tongue in her mouth and how his hand had taken hold of her, so matter of fact, so natural, so masterful, unlike her whimpy husband. To head off any more argument from her husband, she told him, "Klaus, don't fuss," she said, "and don't worry about me when you are away. I am sure that Nauroo will take good care of me." Though uneasy, Klaus said meekly, "Yes, if you put it that way it seems to be all right. Its just the way they've worded the conditions in it that raised my questions."

"Well, there you are," said the doctor. "I knew it would be better to discuss any questions that you may have before the ceremony. But we should get going and see if your groom and the best man are back." When they got back into the living room, Nauroo was there, still in his khaki shorts, a fresh drink in his hand. He seemed in high spirits. The man in his own home, as it were. Silas stood nearby, seemingly nervous and unsure what was expected of him. The doctor took a seat behind the dining table, his papers in front of him. "I think we can begin," he said. "Klaus, you will give her away? Come take her arm and bring her closer, and you, Nauroo, please stand beside the table and take her from Klaus's hand."

Then he stood up and, taking hold of their hands, asked, "Who is giving this woman away in marriage?" Without hesitation, Klaus said loud and clear, "I am." Then the doctor looked at Susanne. "Susanne, will you accept Nauroo as your second lawful wedded husband in accordance with African traditions? Will you honor and obey him and faithfully observe your duties in accordance with the marriage agreement previously explained to you?" Susanne looked up at Nauroo and said softly, "Yes, I will." "And you, Nauroo, will you take Susanne as your wife, shelter her and guard her in accordance with this agreement?"

"Ndio," he said using the Swahili for "yes." Then, the doctor continued, "the couple will sign the agreement first, then Klaus and then the best man." As they all crowded around the table and Susanne leaned over, Silas quickly took the moment to press himself into her, rubbing his hard prick against the crack of her ass. She wriggled. "I now pronounce you man and wife. Nauroo, she is now yours," the doctor pronounced. Nauroo put his arms around Susanne's waist and pulled her against him. Then, holding each of her buttocks in one of his hands, he bent over, his mouth seeking her lips, kissed her deeply. She seemed to melt into him and willingly opened her lips to accept his invading tongue.

The men all watched the couple. Klaus watched with mounting excitement as he imagined how her moist pussy would soon envelope Nauroo's thick Black Cock. Silas with envy as his own cock stiffened, and the doctor with satisfaction that he had ingratiated himself knowing that Nauroo would not forget a favor. "Klaus," he said as the couple broke their kiss, "I can see, all is well, she's in good hands and you are free to pursue your career and provide financial security, and you, Susanne, will help your men to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately I cannot stay and have to leave soon get back to Kampala, but I think that you, Nauroo, and you, Klaus, should discuss the household arrangements before you begin to celebrate."

"Yes, of course," Klaus agreed as they all took their seats around the room. Wanting to start his relationship with Nauroo on a cordial note, he added, "Since I have to leave for the upland next Monday morning anyhow, why don't you move into the master bedroom with Susanne tonight, I can take my things into the spare bedroom." Determined to please her man, Susanne was handing fresh drinks to the men, serving Nauroo first. "Well, I should hope so," Nauroo quipped, "Right, Susanne?" She flushed and thought strange, suddenly I do feel like a bride, wedded and eagerly wanting to submit to my 'new' husband on our wedding night.

Aloud, she said, "Yes, please, I would like him to move in tonight. After all, it is our wedding night." She sat down on the floor, beside Nauroo's chair, her elbow over his thigh. With a pang of jealousy, Klaus who was sitting directly across from Nauroo, saw her other hand sneak beneath her elbow, surreptitiously pushing up his shorts until her hand had found his cock. Ohh god, she thought, he is so big, my fingers won't even close around his shaft and he isn't even hard. Tenderly, she stroked his manhood, still half inside his shorts and half exposed. Seemingly totally unconcerned that they were not alone, Nauroo had his left arm casually over her shoulder, his hand now inside her blouse, the ball of his thumb stroking her erect nipple. Her pussy was tingling now... I wish we were alone and he would take me to bed, she thought.

"Well," the doctor said, getting up, "I wish I could stay, but maybe some other time. Why don't you show me out, Klaus, and give the two lovebirds a little privacy?" He stepped over to Nauroo, shook hands with him, then bent down and kissed Susanne on the lips. "Have fun, dear. I can see that Nauroo is getting anxious and will want to mount you soon."

As her husband left the room to show the good doctor out, Nauroo took Susanne by the hand, and stood up. She suddenly felt a shyness, and demurely lowered her eyes, as she allowed him to lead her by the hand out into the hallway, and down to the master bedroom. Yet at the same time, she could feel herself lubricating, as her female essence juices flowed, with her increasing excitement. Nauroo sat down on the king sized bed, and told her to undress herself for his enjoyment, so that he could see her completely and so that she would realize that she was now his wife, not just in name only, and that she belonged to him, to do with as he pleased. Almost trembling with anticipation and with an incipient realization of just what change had come into her life this night, Susanne complied, first unbuttoning her blouse, and letting it drop to the floor, then her shorts, next her bra, and finally her thong panties, standing in front of her hew 'husband' with only her sandals still on.

Nauroo then told her to take off her shoes, and lie down on the bed, and spread out so that he could fully appreciate her charms. Susanne complied with his every direction, little realizing to what extent she was becoming submissive to him, and his directions for her lifestyle. "By the way," Nauroo said, "I want you to keep you nails, especially your toenails, always painted with a dark color; the contrast of those colors against your white european skin is so intense, and it pleases me to see it." Susanne nodded her head in silent acquisence, she would find that darkest reds, or purple colors, and see that her toe nails especially were always done to his satisfaction.

As he undressed himself, Nauroo's cock was rampant in anticipation of feeling both sets of her lips around him. Susanne looked down and gasped at the sight of his massive manhood. She had heard that African men were large, but she had not expected anything like Nauroo was showing. His cock looked like a fat sausage rather than the penises she had seen before of Klaus and the few boyfriends she had had before her marriage. Shivers ran through her and she could feel her cunt bubbling lubricant. As Nauroo stood in front her her, she sat up on the bed, and then almost against her will, her hand reached for his penis. It pulsed and jumped in her palm, her fingers unable to close around the shaft.

My God, she thought, he's beautiful. The head a deep purple, the ridge flared larger then the shaft, the slit in its tip oozing precum. With a giggle, she leaned forward and with her lips pursed she kissed the crown. She had never done that to Klaus she thought, but somehow it seemed so natural to adore Nauroo. For a while, Nauroo allowed her to kiss the head and watch her as her lips traveled down the massive shaft, lifting him and kissing his heavy balls dangling beneath. Back up she would go and then open her mouth wide to capture as much of the head she could hold in her mouth without gagging.

Finally he said, "Now lay back, and open your legs. I will mount you now and seed you. Later you can suck me again." "Seed me? What do you mean? Klaus has some condoms here in the night stand. Aren't you going to use those?"

"Are you silly, woman? Of course not, I'm not a weak american man, to uselessly spill my man's essence." "I will always and only mount and ride you bareback.

"But what if I will become pregnant?" Nauroo looked at Susanne with a frown on his face; "have you forgotten already what the marriage contract says, about bearing our children; if you become pregnant, then you will just have to have our baby."

"Nauroo, no, please how can we go back home to Germany with a interracial baby?" Instead of an answer, Nauroo pushed Susanne back onto the bed, her legs still hanging over the side. Then he reached beneath her knees and pulling her legs up and apart, had her vagina open and exposed level with the head of his cock. Already more than passively obedient to his domination, Susanne helped Nauroo spread her legs yet further wide, to allow him the easiest and fullest entry into her body.

He shuffled forward and she felt the knob centering itself between her outer lips. Then as he increased the pressure, she felt the crown break through the inner ring of her pussy. She moaned and tenderly squeezed his large knob with her vaginal muscles, as he held himself still, savoring the feel of her hot moist cunt enveloping the tip of his cock. Susanne now opened her legs as wide as she could, and she pulled her legs back against her sides, until she was able to wrap her arms around her thighs, holding herself, her entire lower body, now open and accessible to him. He shuffled after her, never losing that sweet contact with her cunt.

Then he knelt on the bed hovering over her and pushed his cock deeper, and then out, then ever deeper into her. Susanne moaned again, her eyes closed. "Do you want more?" he asked her. "God, is there more?" her eyes fluttering open looking up at him, frightened. "Here it comes," he said and suddenly rammed into her to the hilt, as she could feel his cum swollen balls slap against her upraised buttocks.

Nauroo started stroking into her, with slow lunging movements, that gradually built up in speed, strength and intensity. Each stroke seemed to go deeper into her, opening her pussy up, and then bottoming out against, and opening her womb to the big black head of his cock. She could feel her orgasm building. Then her pussy flooded with her climax juices, making her shudder and urgently wrapping her legs around his middle, the back of her feet digging into his rump as if to urge him deeper into her. All fear of pregnancy was forgotten as his battering head pushed against the mouth of her womb. Susanne was completely lost in her climaxes, as Nauroo's hard fucking black cock became her master. Susanne raised her legs up and back, almost over her head, to give Nauroo as much access to her body as he might desire. She could see her dainty feet jerking back and forth in rhythm with his big black cock plunged in and out of her now completely open cunt, with the lights glinting off her bright scarlet painted toenails, as yet another climax flooded through her.

Suddenly, as Nauroo stiffened, raising himself up over her on his arms and looking down at Susanne, who had clearly become his woman, she could feel his cock inflating yet further inside of her and as her muscles milked the shaft, he roared above her and his semen inundated her womb, spurt after hot spurt. Even after his first climax into her totally unprotected cervix, he continued to stroke his still hard cock into her now completely submissive body. She had two more orgasms before he finally collapsed on top of her.

Now, lovingly, she enveloped her lover in her arms and with her legs now wrapped around him implicitly accepting and holding him inside her like a stopper, savored the feeling of his cock subsiding in her. Nauroo held himself inside of her for many minutes, her rump up, her pussy plugged. Finally, he rolled over on his side, releasing her. At his directions, Susanne got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself and then brought a wet washcloth to lovingly clean her man's cock, now caked with their mingled juices. That night, Nauroo took her three separate times, riding her bareback each time, dropping his hot, black baby-making cum inside her now totally open, and warm, wet and willing pussy, until they were both sated and fell asleep in each other's arms in the wee hours of the morning.

When after the first several nights of his mounting and fucking her deeply, Nauroo then wanted to use her mouth as his sperm receptacle, Susanne now almost completely broken to his every use of her, was more than willing, always taking him deep in her throat at the moment of his climax, and then swallowing what he had so copiously spent into her mouth. Nor was her rectum spared, once Nauroo found that she had never had a man there before, nothing would do, but that he claim that third hole as his own. Although the first time was one of her more painful experiences, she became quite proud of the fact that she could and would take him anywhere in her body that he desired, without the least discomfort to her, and always for his ultimate pleasure in using her body as he desired, with only her now total submission to his every use.

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