Prisoners of a New Job
Copyright© 2025 by Vulgus
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A man who has worked for a company in New Jersey which closed down accepts a job in Ghana after being unable to locate work at home. What they don't realize is that the wife and daughter will serve as sex slaves to the owner of the company he is going to work for.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Coercion NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex
It seemed like all three of us were much more relaxed at breakfast the next morning. We didn’t talk much but we seldom do at breakfast for some reason unless one of us has something planned that the rest of the family needs to know about. Todd left for work at the normal time. A few minutes later Vicky left to meet up with Chris for their walk to school. When we were alone Kisi said, “Did you find your recipe for roast pork.
I had dug it out of the box with my recipe books this morning. I never unpacked them since I don’t have to cook for the next three years. We aren’t permitted access to the internet for obvious reasons but we have computers we can use for such things as writing home, letters which are checked before they go out to make certain we aren’t saying anything bad about our “benefactors.” In other words, the computers they’ve provided are not much more than electric typewriters with memories. Before I came downstairs I typed up and printed off my recipe for pork roast. I gave it to Kisi and she looked it over. She smiled and said, “This looks easy.”
Then, after a brief pause she said, “I hope you won’t be mad. I wasn’t spying on you I swear. I came out to the kitchen last night for a glass of ice water. I heard you and your husband talking just before you went upstairs. I’m so happy for you. I’m so glad those bastards aren’t destroying you. You are three of the nicest people I’ve ever met. And now I don’t doubt you’re three of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”
I smiled and corrected her. “Kisi, we’re four of the strongest people. I doubt if any one of the three of us could have survived a childhood like you had and turn out so wonderful. You’re a strong, intelligent young woman, and you’re only fifteen years old!! You are one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. All three of us think so and we have all very quickly become very fond of you. I’ll be devastated if our plans for you don’t work out. You deserve a better life than this and we want more than anything to give it to you.”
Kisi went about her business. Despite her protests I went upstairs and did a small load of laundry. Since I was up there I made the beds. Then I sat at my computer and tried to think of something else I can do until lunch time. I couldn’t. So, I put my bikini on and went out in the back yard. I stretched out on one of the fancy lounge chairs Mr. Boateng’s company provided and was getting a little sun on my back when I heard the patio door open. I opened my eyes to see if someone is here to rape me but it was Kisi. I smiled and said, “Hi, Kisi. Why don’t you put on your bathing suit and join me?”
She crossed the patio, came to a stop beside me and said, “You can’t lay out in this sun without lotion. You’ll burn to a crisp.”
She spent the next five minutes oiling me up. She’s very good at that. It was almost as relaxing as a massage. When she was done she said, “I’ll be watching. When you turn over I’ll come out again.”
I smiled and said, “I’m tempted to let you. That was very relaxing. But I feel guilty enough just laying around like this while you work your ass off. I can do my front when I turn over.”
“Lexi, I don’t work my ass off. Your family is very neat. I doubt if I spend more than an hour a day on house cleaning. That little bit of work and preparing meals is all I have to do, especially since you keep sneaking upstairs, doing laundry and making the beds.”
I sighed and said, “I have to do something around here! I’ve never had a cook or a housekeeper before. I don’t know how to live a life of leisure. I’m just not built for it.”
“You need to make friends. I don’t doubt that you and Vicky could help a lot of the women and girls who live in this compound to cope with those people Todd works for.”
“I’d like that. But I’ve walked all around this place three times now and I’ve never seen anyone outside except for that ditzy broad who lives next door ... I shouldn’t say things like that about her. That’s wrong. She was just being neighborly. She’s new here, too and she just wanted to make friends. I’m going to have to go over there and see how she’s doing. As to making friends here, I suppose I could just start knocking on doors but ... I don’t know. The idea of going door to door like that makes me uncomfortable. It sounds too needy.”
There was a sudden change in the conversation when the patio door opened. We looked up and saw another man I don’t know stepping out onto the patio. He smiled and said, “I was starting to think no one was home. Sorry to disturb you but Mr. Boateng suggested I stop by for a visit.”
Unlike the men who have already come to the house to rape me this man looks friendly and perhaps even reasonable. He’s younger than the men who have preceded him. I suspect he’s about my age, maybe a few years younger. And he isn’t bad looking. I stood up, smiled and said, “Welcome, sir.”
“I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself. My name is Gyasi.”
“Hello, Gyasi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He smiled and said, “And you. I haven’t done this before but I must say I’m impressed by your pleasant reception.”
“There are a couple of explanations for that but the main one is that you appear to be much nicer than the first few visitors Mr. Boateng has sent over here. Can I get you anything ... a drink maybe? Or would you prefer to move this upstairs and get comfortable?”
“I’m not in a hurry if you aren’t. Would you like to sit down and get acquainted first?”
“Yes, I think I’d like that. What would you like to drink? Iced tea, water, a soft drink, a beer or maybe something stronger although my husband is the one who usually makes the mixed drinks.”
“Iced tea sound good.”
We started for the patio door but I suddenly remembered Kisi had just finished oiling up my back. I came to a sudden stop and when he turned to see why I explained, “Kisi just finished applying lotion to my back. I need to run upstairs and take a very quick shower. I’ll join you in ten minutes I promise.”
“Take your time. Mr. Boateng gave me the entire day off. I’m being rewarded for closing a deal with a company Mr. Boateng has been trying to do business with for several years.”
“Is this your first visit to the compound?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Lexi, please. Sorry, for some reason I assumed you’d already know my name. Since this is your first visit I should warn you. There are listening devices and cameras everywhere and they’re monitored by people at Boateng Electronics.”
“I was warned. It must be difficult to get used to being under constant surveillance.”
“Yes. A little. We aren’t happy about it but you get used to it. Kisi, would you mind getting this gentleman some iced tea while I take a quick shower?”
“I’d be happy to.”
I started for the door again but Kisi asked, “Lexi, in the kitchen or the family room?”
“The family room please.”
Gyasi smiled and said, “Take your time. I have nothing else planned for today.”
I hurried upstairs, took a quick shower and made it back to the family room in no more than fifteen minutes. He seemed to appreciate it that I didn’t get dressed.
We sat together on the sofa sipping tea and getting acquainted for a while. He told me a little about his job and I told him about my family and how we came to be here. I’m quickly starting to really like this guy! He’s handsome, personable, considerate, if I wasn’t married I could really go for him! I reached over, put my hand on his and said, “Let’s take our tea upstairs and get comfortable.”
The staircase is wide enough that he could have walked beside me but he followed me up the stairs. The strange thing is that instead of being embarrassed or upset I could feel him behind me enjoying the view and it made me smile. This guy is really turning me on!
I took his hand at the top of the stairs and led him to my bedroom. As soon as I closed the bedroom door I turned and said, “Gyasi, I find you charming. I haven’t been here long so I haven’t had to entertain very many strange men yet. But I want you to know this is the first time I’ve looked forward to it.”
He smiled and replied, “First, my friends all call me Gee. I would really like it if we can be friends. Second, I’ve never been to the compound before and I must admit I was very nervous. I assumed you were going to hate me and I wouldn’t have blamed you given the circumstances. But you are delightful and much to my surprise I think I’m really going to enjoy this.”
“Me, too.” I took a step closer and started helping him to undress. We didn’t tear his clothes off in a mad rush. We took our time, smiled at each other and enjoyed the tease. He already has an erection. I guess that came from following me up the stairs. When he was down to his boxer shorts I went to the bed and turned down the spread and the top sheet. I turned back and got my first good look at his cock. I smiled and said, “Very nice. I’m looking forward to this very much. You’re quite a hunk.”
His cock appears to be somewhere between eight and nine inches long and at least three inches in circumference at the base. I took a step closer, wrapped my hand around it and went up on my toes to kiss him. He put his arms around me and we kissed passionately for several minutes before he picked me up and gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.
He didn’t just climb aboard and take me like the sex slave I’ve been turned into. He stretched out on his side next to me and as his hand began to gently caress my body his lips returned to mine. The guy is an excellent kisser. I’m really impressed.
He began kissing my cheeks after kissing my lips for a few minutes, then down my neck and back up towards my ear. When his lips were over my ear he whispered. “I think you’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. But I want to apologize. Mr. Mensah made it very clear I was to come here and use you like a sex object until I’m no longer able to have an erection. I’m more afraid of him than I Mr. Boateng, and I’m very afraid of both of them. There isn’t much which those two aren’t capable of doing to people who piss them off. They take great pleasure in destroying people.”
I turned toward him, kissed him and said, “It’s okay Gee. I’m having fun. The first few times they came here or sent men to our home were more than a little traumatic. But we’re getting past that. And I’m not kidding. I’m really enjoying your company. In fact, if I’m not being too presumptuous, I’ve been wondering, can you return on your own or do you have to wait for Mr. Boateng or Mr. Mensah or send you?”
He thought about that for a moment before he whispered, “I don’t know! Would you like me to come back?”
“Very much. You’re about the nicest man I’ve met since I arrived in Ghana and you’re an excellent lover. Don’t misunderstand. I love my husband very much. I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your lover. But I really enjoy playing house with you.”
He chuckled and whispered, “I’ll make inquiries. I can promise you I’m enjoying this even more than you are.”
“If you can come back for a visit you should come by sometime when my daughter is home. She’s a hot little sixteen-year-old who has decided that to in order to deal with our new lives she’s going to become a slut so the things those rapists do don’t devastate us like they have been. It made sense to me and one of her friends so we’ve already begun to change our way of thinking. We intend to spread the word as much as possible because it really seems to make our lives here much easier to deal with.”
He looked at me like he can’t believe his ears for a moment before whispering, “Are you serious?!”
“Totally. If you can return when she’s here I promise you won’t regret it. She’s getting pretty good at this sort of thing.”
“I’ve never before had a mother offer to let me have sex with her teenage daughter. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.”
“And if you can work it out I’m certain she’ll never forget it either. You’re an excellent lover. And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet! But I can tell you’re going to be very good at those things, too.”
We returned to kissing and caressing for a few minutes before he rolled me onto my back, got up on his knees and began making love to the rest of my body with his lips and tongue. He’s very skillful at that, too!
I was looking forward to returning the favor but after treating me to more earthshaking orgasms than I could count he slid up over me and slowly, gently, lovingly slid his delicious looking cock into me before I got a chance to taste it. It turns out he’s very good at this, too. I knew he would be. If I weren’t happily married I’d pull a gun on this guy and make him marry me. Damn he’s good!!
I had more orgasms than I could count before he finally tensed up, leaned down and kissed me passionately and filled me with cum. We stayed like that and kissed very romantically for a very long time. I found myself fighting the impulse to tell him I love him! I know I don’t love him. But I like him very much. He finally turned over, lay on his back beside me and whispered, “You are without a doubt the hottest woman I’ve ever made love to.”
It didn’t escape my notice that he didn’t say ‘had sex with.’ I smiled and said, “You aren’t half bad yourself.”
After taking a minute to catch my breath I thought about the men who have raped me since I came to Ghana. They all made me clean them with my mouth. I hated it. It was disgusting. But after thinking about it I realized it wasn’t any worse than getting a mouthful of cum from sucking a cock. In fact, although it looks pretty disgusting, a cock which has just come out of a juicy pussy actually seems to taste milder than a load of semen when you give a guy a blowjob. And what the hell, I kinda like this guy. I sat up, got on my knees, smiled down at him and said, “I don’t know who taught you to be such a great lover but the next time you see them please thank them for me.”
Then I leaned down and started cleaning his genitals with my mouth. He looked at me in shock for a moment before he tried to pull me away. I smiled at him and said, “It’s okay. It kinda made me sick the first couple of times I had to do it. But once I got over it ... well, it just isn’t as disgusting as it looks. I don’t even mind doing it anymore. Especially for a guy as nice as you.”
He watched me with a concerned look on his face for a moment before he surrendered. He lay back, moaned and said, “You are without a doubt the hottest woman I’ve ever met.”
I guess he must have meant it because I noticed his cock getting hard before I finished. That pleased me. I quit screwing around then and gave him the best blowjob I’m capable of and in all modesty I must say I’ve gotten pretty good at sucking cocks, thanks in part to the extra training I’ve received since we got to Ghana.
After I swallowed his second load of cum we talked quietly for a while, being very careful what we said. If you haven’t tried it let me tell you, it makes for a somewhat uncomfortable dialog if we have to be very careful what we say.
I led him to our bathroom when we were both more or less recovered and we took a long, very affectionate shower together. When we were both clean we stood under the stream of water and hugged and kissed for several long, delightful minutes. I’m going to be very, very disappointed if it turns out he can’t return.
When we were dry we returned to the bedroom. We lay in bed for a couple of hours, talking quietly, caressing each other. Neither one of us was aware of the time passing until he glanced at the clock and with obvious regret said, “I should go. I shouldn’t be here when your family gets home.
I’m not ready for him to leave but I guess he’s right. I waited while he put his clothes back on. I stayed naked. When he was ready we took our glasses of no longer ‘iced’ tea down to the kitchen. I refilled our glasses and we sat at the kitchen table. We sat and talked like old friends for so long we were still talking when Vicky got home from school. Gee tensed up when he saw her but I told him to relax. I introduced them and said, “Gee, this is the little slut I was telling you about.”
Vicky smiled and said, “I’m not sure I qualify as a slut yet, mom. I think I’m more of a slut in training.”
After a brief pause she added, “It looks like you’re getting a head start on me. You two look like you’re recovering from an interesting afternoon.”
I sighed and responded, “Girl, you don’t know the half of it. This guy is good! He’s so good I suggested that if they will allow it he should come for a visit when you’re home from school. I guarantee he’ll knock your socks off. He should be giving lessons.”
“He certainly is handsome.”
“Sweetheart, he’s a lot more than handsome. He’s ... well, I better be careful what I say here. I’m a happily married woman. But damn! I’m starting to wish I could have two husbands.”
She chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to dad.”
Our conversation is obviously making Gee uncomfortable. He stood up and said, “I’d better be going. Things might be uncomfortable when your husband comes home. Vicky, it was a pleasure meeting you. Lexi, you’re a wonderful woman. I enjoyed our time together very much.”
While he was talking I held up a finger and said, “Just a moment.” I went to the kitchen island, grabbed a notepad and wrote down my name and phone number. I handed it to Gee and said, “Here’s hoping.”
He put his arms around me and we kissed for a long moment. We separated and he said, “Thank you for a wonderful day. I won’t forget you.”
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