Chapter 2

Vanadaga rested on his elbow watching Kate's face in the early morning light. She looked as sated as she undoubtedly was, but their lovemaking was not over yet. It was time to set her up for the day. To get her so excited that she would be begging for it by tonight.

He drew back the thin sheet from her body.

She was lovely. She may be small, but that did not in any way diminish her femininity. He knew she was a lady. After all it took five months for her to give in and surrender to his charms. That would make no difference. Lady, wife, husband around or not. It would take no more than a month to break her in, and turn her out.

His hand cupped her surprisingly full breast. Full for such a small frame they were remarkably full. His thumb played lightly over her nipple. It responded quickly to his stimulation. Kate whimpered in her sleep.

He ran his hand down her body. Across that slightly rounded white stomach that he had pounded against last night. His friends would love this girl. Would love taking their turns with her as she was broken in. After all it was part of tribal tradition, to offer one's conquests to your friends. To make the women prove how much they loved him, by sleeping with his friends they improved his esteem and prestige and proved their love to him.

In sleeping with his friends white women also discovered they could gain sexual pleasure from any man between their legs and not just someone they loved!

Once they had sampled his cock, white women seemed prepared to do anything to continue being bedded by him! Yes, it never took more than a month. By then she would be addicted. After Vanadaga and his friends had finished she would recognise that it was African cock she loved not just Vanadaga.

This girl may be a lady, but he already sensed her inner needs, if he guessed right and she responded enthusiastically to be ridden repeatedly by his friends. He had found that some white lady's frequently sunk the lowest once their inner desires were awakened, and Kate certainly was a lady.

His black hand slipped lower between Kate's lovely white thighs. Kate stirred. Her legs parting naturally, and his fingers traced lightly over her pussy. She was wet. Whether from last night, or his attentions this morning he did not care. She was ready to be taken again.

"Phillip no, I'm too sore." Then her eyes flipped open. It was not her husband Phillip fondling her she realised. It was the handsome guard. His eyes even now were devouring her exposed body. She reached for the sheet, to draw it up, but Vanadaga grinned and pulled it away.

"I'm sore..." Kate murmured, embarrassed but increasingly aware of last night's events, and of her own enthusiastic surrender. She looked down the guard's body. His skin was coal black, as compared too her own white body. It had an eroticism of its own comparing their skin colours. But her eyes soon focussed on his cock.

It was already hard!

It was hard to believe any cock should be so big. No wonder she was sore! She looked up at him.

"Please not again. I'm too sore. Besides you must leave before the domestics start work! They might tell my husband. Besides how could I face them if they knew I had slept with... with..." She paused in embarrassment at what she had been about to say.

"I'm hard woman! You must satisfy me!" Then he lay on his back looking her in the eyes. His hand rose and stroked her cheek. His hand slid further back, gripping the back of her head. Then he slowly started pulling her forward. Forward, and down, down.

Kate swallowed as that big cock approached her lips. She licked them lightly, wetting them. The cock came closer. She opened her mouth in readiness, but to her surprise Vanadaga pushed her lower. Her eyes took in that black thickness, that hard black thickness, and her mouth watered.

Then his hand forced her face into his crotch. His damp smelly crotch and his pungent odours assailed her senses.

"Lick!" Vanadaga commanded, and Kate licked.

She relished the strong powerful taste. She had never done this for her husband. Had never even thought of it. But now she felt so down and dirty that she relished her own debasement, her own sluttish behaviour, and her tongue licked. Her hand reached for his cock. Its small slim whiteness enclosed that coal black member as her tongue licked. Her hand stroked.

She could feel the softness of his balls and she lapped slowly and gently. His cock throbbed in her hand, and pulsed. Those balls were full of more black spunk! She licked away the last of their combined juices. She raised her head over his loins, opened wide and dropped her mouth over his mushroom cap. Her mouth eagerly suckled as her tongue delved into the small gap on the underside of his cock. She was eager for his cream, eager for him to come quickly so he could leave before the domestics started work.

But more than that she was eager to suck and swallow the sperm from his balls!

Vanadaga looked down. He watched her lips absorb his thrusting blackness. Eagerly absorb his hard meat. He loved the whiteness of her pretty face between his legs. She was so small she could easily be mistaken for a young girl. Her small round bottom enhanced the image. He grinned.

She groaned in frustration as Vanadaga pulled her head clear and rolled her onto her back. He rose above her, his black strength pushing her down.

"Please you must go. The servants... I'm too sore! Come back tonight, I'll do anything for you."

Vanadaga ignored her entreaties. His cock was soon aligned and he sank its length into her tight, but wet hole.

"Oooh!... Oh please, not now, come back tonight!"

Vanadaga grinned, and thrust.

"Ooooh!"

His thick, heavy, black body settled into a rhythm atop her slim whiteness.

Kate gave up her efforts to persuade him to leave.

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck me again," her slim arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs rose and pulled him in closer. Vanadaga rose and fell, ravishing the pretty expat wife below him yet again.

Kate squealed in uninhibited delight!

It was a long day. One of the longest she could remember.

Kate could hardly wait for the night.

For the return of her new magnificent lover!

She had a long, slow, luxurious, sudsy bath.

She lounged in the sun, basking by the pool.

Relieving her exhausted body in the sun's hot beating rays by the crystal blue swimming pool.

Her languid behaviour hid her fevered mind.

She had never experienced sex like last night before!

Hot, throbbing demanding sex!

Lovemaking that took her to heights of excitement undreamed of with her husband.

Such a cock!

So big, so thick, so long!

Her loins throbbed their remembrance.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Last night was the first time she had been unfaithful to her husband.

It would not be the last, no not at all!

Tonight she would spread her legs for her lover. Spread them wide and eagerly. She was not going to deny her herself such pleasure again! The thought of being stuck fast on that huge log of pleasure was driving her mad with frustration and pleasure.

Kate picked up the Daily Herald lying beside her on the green lawn. She wanted to read the story again. The Daily Herald was the local paper in Zimbabwe. In England it would have been a small town rag that she would never consider buying. Here in Zimbabwe it was the only source of news, other than gossip. She suspected the the paper was little more than a mouthpiece for the local political party. Nevertheless, today an article had caught her eye.

Like many such rags it had a problem page. It is one of the letters that had piqued her interest, a woman writing, obviously an African woman. Her husband had been sharing her with his brothers, and now she had fallen in love with one of those brothers. What should she do? Should she divorce her husband and marry his brother?

Kate tingled at the idea of a woman shared between a number of men. It had always been one of her most secret fantasies to make love to several men at once. One after the other! She squirmed and stirred on the picnic blanket, finally rolling over on to her tummy and reaching for the paper again.

In response the female problem advisor had advised to stay married as she was, and enjoy the other brother whenever she could! After all if she did marry the other brother, divorcing her husband. Then her new husband was just as likely to share with his brothers, including her now divorced husband! All she would do was create difficulties in the relationship between the brothers. She should continue as she was at the moment.

Kate's loins seethed. Continue as before, making love to several different men, all brothers! No criticism or censure, just an open acceptance of African tribal ways. She turned back to the middle pages where there was another similar story.

There had been a disturbance in one of the southern townships. A major fight had developed enveloping a whole street. It seemed that following her marriage a lady who was employed as a legal secretary had objected to being shared with her new husband's brothers. In a fit of spite she had taken as a lover, one of their neighbours. Only to find her new lover expected her to sleep with his brothers as well! Unfortunately he had six brothers!

Kate looked around. It was lunchtime and her staff would probably be back in their quarters. It seemed clear. Her hand slipped down underneath her body, delving between her thighs. Her fingers stroked soothingly over her fevered pussy.

She went back to the story in the paper.

Unfortunate?

To be shared as a love slave by six men!

Kate could not suppress the excitement the idea gave her. She would not consider such a situation unfortunate! Her fingers slipped inside her bikini bottoms. Her finger lightly twirled around her soaked clitoris. She was careful not to reignite any soreness from last night. Her mind filled with the image of being taken by six men, and her hips humped slowly against the blanket.

Her eyes refocused on the story.

She had gone back to her new husband to beg his forgiveness. Her husband and his brothers had confronted and beaten up her lover. Naturally her lover's brothers had not accepted this situation and had exacted their revenge. A major fight had developed in which the whole street had joined in. Her lover's brothers had won, and the woman held responsible for causing all the trouble! She had been tied to a mattress in the middle of the street, and the whole street had been invited to share in their victory! The Court would be sentencing next week, and it seemed that it was the woman who was the one to be sentenced! The woman, not the fighting brothers! She was facing jail for lewd behaviour, and causing a disturbance with her wanton behaviour!

Kate's fingers worked gently between her legs as she imagined this woman's fate in an African jail.

Meanwhile in her bedroom strong fingers were wrapped inside a pair of her best silk knickers, which were in turn wrapped around the stiff black cock of her houseboy. He luxuriated in the feel of the soft silk against his hot throbbing black man meat.

His eyes were fixed on his white mistress as her hand played between her legs. It was so frustrating working for such a pretty woman he would normally have had her long ago! He had worked for many expat wives in the last 12 years, six in all. He had taken four of them, the other two being two old! Three he had seduced within months of employment. One he had forced, though once she had realised what the size and thickness of his cock and what it could do for her he had not had to force her again!

Five frustrating months he had worked for Kate. He had resorted to his fingers while watching her bask semi naked in the garden.

Knowing that last night Vanadaga had finally seduced her, only added to his frustration!

It was much later that evening before Vanadaga returned. He was due to start his duties at 6pm. It was now 8pm, and Kate was fretting with worry. Should she ring his employer? The last thing she wanted to do was get the handsome guard into trouble. If he lost his job, and she had no illusions about the ruthlessness of African employers with their local staff, she would probably not see him again.

After discovering the delights his enormous cock could give her she could hardly wait to be in bed with him again! Last nights struggle with marital fidelity seemed so far way as to belong to another lifetime. Her husband was due back tomorrow, and so it was even more important that Vanadaga arrive early so that they could make the most of their time together.

Kate paced up and down the living room. It would not do for her staff to see her so worked up. They would suspect. If they knew she was having an affair with the security guard she would lose their respect. She may even be open to blackmail. It would do for her husband to discover her infidelity. Vanadaga may be the most wonderful lover she could imagine, but he could never support her, or indeed her him! No indeed. She would enjoy the delights of lovemaking with him when she could, but there was no question of her leaving her husband.

If he found out, and threw her out, her future would be ruined.

She was in turmoil between her need for security, and her need to satisfy her newly awakened sexuality.

A burning need that was currently frustrated by Vanadaga's non-arrival.

A dog barked in the distance. Surely that was Sam, his guard dog, calling his greeting to the other guard dogs. She had vehemently argued against getting their own set of guard dogs as other villa's seemed to have. So the security firm sent their own along with Vanadaga. Apparently they were not prepared to risk their guards without dogs being also present.

Kate turned for the door, and then forced herself to relax, to return to a certain nonchalance. It would not do to seem over eager. She tried to calm herself, but she was in turmoil. Her stomach was in butterflies, her heart in her mouth. Her loins were on fire with anticipation.

Was he here?

A creaking of the gate, and her gardener's greeting as he let in the security guard. Their friendly laughter disturbed Kate.

What right did he have to arrive to turn up late? Anger welled up at his making her wait. Who did he think he was? Sam bounded past her window, racing around the garden in his usual enthusiastic style. He was a lovely a German shepherd black as night, with only the lightest of brown edges. He was a lovely friendly dog, but she had seen his savagery when he had attacked a hawker who had foolishly walked down the driveway in a bid to sell his wares. She had no illusions that Sam was nothing other than a perfectly trained guard dog, rather than a pet.

His friendliness was almost embarrassing whenever she had called him to her to greet him, and stroke his happy panting head, his nose always seemed to dive into her crotch sniffing.

'He was checking her out.' Vanadaga joked. To Kate's flushed pink blushing. She would push him away firmly, and she could almost see the regret in his eyes. Nevertheless the feel of his hot breath and cold nose on her upper thighs as she walked back from the swimming pool, had set her to a forbidden tingling.

The door opened and Vanadaga walked in. Kate looked up shocked. He had just walked straight in, bold as brass without knocking!

She turned to protest this impertinence.

This taking things for granted!

To berate him for being late!

Instead she found herself swept up in his arms. His lips crushed against hers. His big strong body crushed against her body, as he lifted her off her feet. She hung in his arms, momentarily trying to push him away, before collapsing into his embrace.

She sighed, and her mouth opened. Her dainty pink tongue darted out to battle with his. His arms gripped her tight. She could already feel his cock, hard and throbbing pressed against her, as he ravished her mouth with his lips and tongue. She squirmed in his arms, rubbing her body back against him, against that thick black manhood so clearly impatient to penetrate her own small lithe whiteness.

She rubbed and squirmed against him, eagerly demonstrating her eagerness to mate. To be mounted by the dominant male of the species. Her willingness to spread her self for him in any way he wanted.

He lowered her back to the ground. She stood there panting. Her resolution to reprimand him for his lateness, for keeping her waiting, gone with the wind, instead she looked up into his dark brooding eyes, and her knees wobbled. Her loins melted. Her nipples seemed ready to bust with excitement. Her eyes shone her urgent need. Her lips were full, wet and inviting. She trembled. Her slim white hand reached for his large black one, and slipped inside, and then she was urging him, pulling, tugging, towards the bedroom.