It had seemed to Danielle that there was a strange background to tonight's dinner party. Her parents were on edge. It was her first dinner party as such, but she was sure there was something going on. Her mother, Susan, had taken especial care over Danielle's appearance. She had carefully brushed her hair, and generally behaved like a mother hen.
It was her 16th birthday, and her mother wanted her looking her best. Indeed this dinner party was in honour of her 16th birthday. So Susan had fluttered around her, assisting her into her new dress. It was a bit more daring than Danielle was used to wearing, and tighter. There was no hiding that Danielle's figure had burgeoned from girlish to womanly in the last year.
The dress hugging her figure was tight across her breasts. Indeed, there was a slit in the dress, which allowed sight into her developing cleavage. Her pert, youthful breasts seemed almost to surge upwards and outwards in delightful display of her new womanliness. But then the dress closed over again as though to hide the charms already displayed before rising to wrap around her slender pale neck in a black ring that almost resembled a slave halter.
Danielle quickly dismissed her illicit thought. Now was not the time to dwell on her girlish fantasies of being a sex slave. Since arriving in Africa two days ago to join her parents while on holiday from her very upper-crust boarding school in England, the avaricious and openly lust-filled gazes of the African men had given her hot flushes and fuelled her sex slave fantasies. What would her parents think of such sinful thoughts?
Danielle had fretted that too much bare breast was on display. Her mother dismissed her fears. "A woman's body needs to be on display for men to admire and desire." Her words had shocked Danielle, who had never dreamed her mother would speak so! Yet the words had flattered Danielle. Her mother was admitting that she was now a woman!
"Stand up Daniela, let's look at you now in the mirror." Danielle stared. Disbelieving. She had never looked like this before! Her well brushed, shoulder-length hair fell in dark lustrous waves. The raven tresses framed an attractive oval face of porcelain beauty. Her eyes looked wide and startled as she gazed at her image in the mirror. Her cherub lips were small, but pleasantly curved. The lipstick her mother had applied was not garish, or bright, but somehow seemed to add allure. Her small, pert nose, her carefully groomed eyelashes, all added to the effect. It was hard to recognize that her mother had spent over half an hour working on her face. A less experienced eye might think she wore no make up at all!
Her dress was short, very short. Her teachers back in England at the exclusive boarding school would have a fit if they could see her in such a short dress. It must have been just 3 inches short of her loins. She would have to be very careful how she sat! Her legs seemed long in such a short dress. They were lithe and shapely. Well rounded, with no fat, or girlish plumpness remaining. Her thighs were now full and firm. She turned backwards and forwards before the mirror. The dress was tight across her full, rounded bottom. Her hands strayed over those curves, anxiously. Her mother clucked and she jerked her hands away. "Remember, if your father is to win another two-year contract, we must do everything we can to please Rufus... Mr. Mukuru, that is. He is a very demanding man, and what happens tonight may shock you. Your father is all very well, and I love him dearly, but Mr. Mukuru is special. I will not leave Africa if your father does not win the contract. I will remain, even if it means divorcing your father."
Danielle was shocked, rocked to the core by her mother's words. Her parents were rocks in her life. That they should part was unbearable to contemplate. What would happen to her? What did her mother mean when she said Mr. Mukuru was special? Would she really remain in Africa? When would she see her mother again if her parents split up and her mother remained in Africa?
"We are not ready to return to England. Your father and I both love it here, all of it, the wildness, the beauty, and lushness. The lifestyle is sumptuous and easy. We are rich and influential here, though it is not without price, not without effort and sacrifice." He mother seemed to emphasize the word "sacrifice." "Besides, I like African men, and they like me." Danielle looked at her mother, shaken by her words. There was more to her mother's words. What was that she had said about African men?
In two short days, she had learnt more about the demanding and aggressiveness of African male sexuality. It was well that her parents had kept her close, but even so many African hands had found a means to touch and explore. Even before she left the airport, she had been goosed and blatantly fondled. It did excite her, though.
Her mother declared that all was well and hustled her along to obtain her husband's approval. Rob was waiting, impatient and nervous in the lounge. The sudden appearance of his wife and daughter brought momentary relief.
They both looked stunning, particularly Danielle. He had never thought of his daughter as a woman before. She was just his little girl. Tonight, however, there was no mistaking she had become a woman. He had a sudden pang at what this evening would bring, but suppressed it. He hugged Danielle. Looking over his shoulder at Susan who nodded to him. Susan's eyes were firm, indicating to Rob she would have to truck with any nonsense from him. He took Danielle by the shoulders, and gazed down at her. His eyes gazed over her full, proud breasts. The bare white mounds seeming to surge from her dress. He flushed in embarrassment to look at his daughter so. Mr. Mukuru was going to like their Danielle. She was not so little now.
It was well they had kept her safe. His cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of what Rufus would be doing to Danielle. He flushed in shame and embarrassment at his thought. His cock had no such conscience and twitched thicker and longer at the thought of Danielle being used to satisfy the dark lusts of his African boss. Used. That was the term to use. There was no love involved. Mr. Mukuru used them. He had used his wife. Satisfied his lusts on her luscious well-rounded body. Mrs. Mukuru, delightful dominant Marion Mukuru, had used his wife. Susan had protested, and they had delighted in her protests and enjoyed using her even more! So Susan had submitted, and enjoyed it.
Mrs. Mukuru had used him. Used him and Susan together to satisfy her kinky lusts. Before he had realized what was happening, Rufus had used him. Trapped tight in the embrace of Marion, buried deep in her dark womanhood. Rufus had climbed atop and used him. His protests and struggles to no avail. The tight embrace of Marion pinned his arms and allowed Rufus to use him. To his utter chagrin and confusion, he had enjoyed being used. They both enjoyed the weird and sensuous world they had found themselves in. He had submitted to Mr. Mukuru. On his knees, with his wife looking on amazed, he had serviced that incredible thick and powerful black cock. No wonder his wife loved it!
He looked down at his lovely daughter. "Are you wearing Mr. Mukuru's gift?" Danielle flushed scarlet. She was indeed wearing his gift. Her mother had insisted. Danielle had flushed with embarrassment when her mother had presented her with it. Explained that it was a welcome gift from her father's boss. This had only inflamed Danielle's flushed cheeks even more, that a complete stranger had given her so intimate a present, or that her mother should insist she wear them. They did feel good though. So soft and silky against her bare skin. Even so, if not for her mother's insistence, she would not have worn them. It did not seem right for a strange man to present her with sexy silk lingerie for her 16th birthday, even if he was her father's boss. What sort of man would give such a present?
Now she sat in his presence. He was all charm and wit. She had expected a letch, an old man with greedy eye. Instead, he was younger than her parents. About 35, of course, he was black. But not like the other Africans she had met, the domestics; the airport staff; the shopkeepers; and the eagerly aggressive shoppers who had been so quick to goose and grope her. Her nipples tingled when she remembered the black hand that had cupped and caressed her breasts before her mother had quickly come to her rescue in the airport. She didn't think she would ever dare go shopping on her own in this city!
Rufus Mukuru was not at all what she had expected. She sat beside him and he was a perfect, charming, attentive gentleman. His eyes sparkled with passion as he talked. She hardly noticed the words. His wife, Marion, sat on his other side. A striking, and strong-looking woman, though very pretty, an African Xena, she thought, thinking of the warrior princess she was such a fan of back home. Drink flowed freely. Her parents were included in the drinking. Danielle was not used to alcohol, maybe getting an odd glass at Christmas, now wine was being pressed on her by her own parents, as much as by their hosts. She felt distinctly light headed and giddy.
She felt a bit out of place in this gathering. Her parents had impressed on her on the importance, wealth, and influence of her host. Even so, she had been quite put off by armed uniformed guards outside the restaurant on their arrival. The other guests were very clearly deferential to their hosts.
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