Chapter 1A

Robert frowned as his wife moved her chair a bit closer towards Mahlam Buruti. The African had been sneaking looks at his wife all through the meeting, and Robert was feeling uncomfortable, if not annoyed. Mr. Buruti owned a number of warehouses across South Africa, and controlled a cheap workforce. He was therefore a key contact that would enable Robert Voght to expand Knox Foods, a subdivision of the Dutch company Volmittal AG. As the newly appointed Managing Director, Robert was keen to make early progress.

When a laughing Mahlam dropped his hand on to his wife's knee and squeezed, Robert bit back any retort. He had been married to Pamela for twenty years, but was still aware of her sexual magnetism. His marriage had survived because he had learned the need to compromise between the emotional security he needed, and his wife's suppressed adventurous spirit.

Here in Africa they had been unprepared for the sexual aggression of the Africans. Most of it had been friendly banter and flirting, but each day they had picked up the papers and read stories of rape and sexual assault. They had read of pretty women and girls being kidnapped and disappearing. Most of the crime was confined to the townships, and related to black people committing crime against other black people. However, with a pretty wife and daughter he was acutely conscious of, and read with dread, stories of white women and girls being dragged from cars and gang raped. As he drove through the city he was conscious that on the edge of townships, and even in the business centre it was possible to see white girls his daughter's age standing on street corners wearing short skirts to attract interest.

A closer look would reveal in the background a black pimp keeping a close watch on the several white teenagers that provided him with a regular income. Just ten years the now disgraced apartheid government had run South Africa. That government had tightly controlled the country. Whatever its faults and prejudices South African society, white or black, had known its role. Each citizen had known his or her status in the way of things. Protests, strikes, and riots had shaken cities and townships, but order had been enforced, and white people had been supreme.

At that time prostitution had existed but not out in the open in the city centre. Brothels had existed but were kept hidden and exclusive. It had been rare to find a white prostitute, and the average of such women had been twenty five years old. It was possible for the authorities to consider such women as responsible adults making their own decisions. However much society had condemned such women, they represented a side of human society that would always exist and were so tolerated.

Now the country had new rulers, African rulers seeking to transform a vibrant economy that favoured the white population, into an economy that would raise the much larger African population out of the hopeless destitute poverty that had been the lot of so many.

They had failed. Oh progress was being made but success was dependant on the economy, and that in turn depended on investment, both within the country and from outside the country. So the new African rulers had been on tenterhooks in dealing with the white business community. Volmittal Foods was a critical provider of mass food. Too much interference and the nightmare of starvation, so evident in Zimbabwe, could be unleashed on South Africa!

But there were some in authority who felt that there were other ways to appease the African population, and the appearance of larger numbers of white prostitutes, coming from ever younger white women was only one way of addressing the problem. Criminals exploiting the increasingly threatened and worried white population had led to a boom in security companies and related services. It had still not stopped enterprising criminal gangs from getting hold of the one thing most Africans thought they could never have, and greedily wanted. Soft, curvy white females.

So now ten years after 'independence' in cities across South African young and pretty white women stood on street corners under the eagle eyed gaze of African pimps and offered themselves. It was a problem getting out of hand. The criminals were using drugs to keep their assets dependant. The supply of those drugs was increasingly coming from Nigeria, and ruthless Nigerian criminals had followed the drugs into South Africa, bring violence and fear to city and township alike.

In such a climate African businessmen like Mahlam Buruti felt free to touch and caress white women, even in front of their husbands. He squeezed Mrs. Voght's soft thigh, noting her easy acceptance of his caressing hand. Robert suppressed his annoyance as Buruti's black hand squeezed his wife's leg. In America they had not had much contact with black Americans. In South Africa it had been impossible to avoid contact. His lovely wife Pamela had always been discreet in her affairs, and Robert had always turned a blind eye.

Americans had not been so obvious when making advances to his wife. Pamela had always been discreet. Here they were sitting in the lobby of a luxurious hotel, and Buruti was openly fondling Pamela. It made Robert nervous and irritated.

"Well honey, we need to be getting on. I think our discussions have been fruitful Mr. Buruti. I will forward you our standard contract, amended as we have discussed. If it can be signed and returned this week then we can start using your warehouses from the start of the month."

Robert stood and offered his hand to Mr. Buruti, who stood and grasped Robert's hand in a tight grip, eagerly pumping his hand to seal the deal. The two men warily grinned at each other, neither quite sure if they had made the best deal they could have made. Robert tried not to wince as Mr. Buruti's strong grip crushed his hand.

Releasing his hand he stepped back.

"Come along my dear, I'll give you a lift home."

Pamela looked up, her glance passing from her husband to Mahlam Buruti. It had been entertaining to watch the battle of wills between her husband and this African businessman, and very distracting sitting beside him.

"Oh, you go on dear. I think I will do some shopping before heading home."

Mahlam Buruti sank back into the comfortable chair. A moment later his hand stretched across the gap and rested casually on the firm, shapely thigh of Mrs. Voght.

"I'll see she gets home safely."

Inwardly Robert fumed. His heart was in his mouth, as the African caressed his wife in front of him. In the past his wife's affairs had been hidden behind closed doors, not politely mentioned. Not so in the face as the sight of an African openly fondling his wife in front of him. It was extremely disconcerting, not the least the thought of the strong grip of Mr. Buruti being used to position his wife. He shook his head to clear the confusing imagery invading his head. If he made a fuss he knew his marriage would be over. Discretion had ruled their lives and making a big fuss would be a disaster.

He suppressed his urge to resort to anger, calmed his heart, and nodded to them both and walked out of the hotel. As he did so the image of his wife kneeling submissively with her round hips gripped by the strong hands of Mr. Buruti filled his head with erotic images and to his embarrassment his cock started to harden as he walked through the hotel lobby.

He drove home. He was not in the mood to return to work. He would not be able to work with any focus on work while being assaulted with images of his wife in the firm grip of Mr. Buruti, and her shapely womanly form providing him with sexual pleasure.

He shivered and his cock thickened and lengthened. He had not thought of his wife having an affair with an African when he came here. He had hoped that his wife might change her ways, but he loved her too much to even think of her out of his life, so he bore with it. The idea of black man playing with her, exploring her charms, an African hard with lust driving into her luscious softness, tormented and excited him.

He had to go home. He paused at the lights, and looked around to make sure there were no black men waiting to jump out and rob him, a common fear of motorists even here in the seaside city of Durban. His eyes rested on the delightful sight of long shapely legs. His eyes roamed over the curvy thighs. His already aroused state was heightened even further. As his eyes roamed up those lovely legs to tight shorts that seemed to have been sprayed on. The crotch of the shorts was so tight that the vulva between those thighs could be seen tightly outlined beneath the material.

Robert was shocked but his eyes were riveted to the arousing sight. His eyes rose higher to a slim bare midriff, then higher to full jutting breasts, which seemed to surge out of the top in a burst of curvy womanhood. Robert swallowed. That was a very tempting morsel of feminine charms. He looked around. Just around the corner an African was watching carefully. His eyes met with Robert's and his eyebrow rose. He flicked his wrist, and from the shade of another doorway another scantily clad form emerged. Long lithe coltish thighs strode out into the sunlight. Robert looked into eyes that challenged him. There was no shyness in that gaze. He looked between the two teenage girls.

Sisters, they must be sisters, as he glanced between them. With long waist length hair, nicely filled out curves, they were both gorgeous examples of white womanhood! His breath caught in his throat. They would both be about his daughter's age. He glanced back at the African near the car, who flicked his wrist and a third girl slipped out of the doorway.

Robert's heart stopped. The third girl was heart wrenchingly pretty, but so much younger than the other two. Her budding breasts pushed against her tee-shirt but there was no hiding her youthfulness. She turned on the spot, displaying a soft full round bottom before returning her enquiring gaze on him.

Horns blared behind him. Robert quickly saw the lights had turned green and pushed down on the accelerator. It was a relief when the car moved away from the junction, away from the temptation. He drove away from the nightmare come true for many Afrikaners! The enquiring gaze on the younger girl's face tormented him. There had been no fear, or concern. Just curiosity as to whether he wanted her body, whether he was attracted to her?

He drove faster. His thoughts returned to the African by the car. their pimp. He wondered how he had gained control of those three lovely white sisters. He tried hard not to imagine that pimp and his friends breaking those sweet girls in. Then he recognised the reality that, while he had driven on, there would have been other drivers only too ready and pull over and take those pretty girls into their cars. Black men only too happy to pay to sample the young and sweet white flesh on offer on that street corner!

Fifteen minutes later the security gates opened and his he drove into the luxury villa provided for him by the company. Durban was away from the mess of Jo'berg, and Pretoria, but even here human frailty, weakness and base desire overcame sensibility.

When he walked into the villa he had to use his briefcase to hide his erection from his African staff and guards. The first sight on walking through the door was the Bantu maid, Nardi. She was stretching to dust the bookshelf. As she stretched upwards her already short skirt rose higher and Robert looked at her long, full shapely black thighs and his cock twitched. The simmering lust inside him seemed to swell up. He dropped his briefcase, and strode over to her. Nardi dropped to her heels and quickly pushed her skirt down in embarrassment as the white boss man walked in. She glanced back over to him and her eyes widened when she saw the bulge in his trousers.

Nardi was no stranger to male erections. Her uncle had taken her virginity and her brother popped around once a week to 'relieve his pressures', but so far the new boss man had been the epitome of politeness, and a perfect gentleman. However, it had been Nardi's experience that men with hard cocks lost all rationality. When the boss man's hand descended possessively onto her neck she shivered.

"Come with me Nardi. There is something I want you to do".

Nardi's knees trembled before she allowed the boss man to direct her along the corridor towards the bedrooms. His hand on her neck started stroking gently. It was not worth her job to refuse. The white males of the households she had previously worked in had often taken her to bed. She had thought Robert Voght was different.

A bitterness rose in her throat as he pushed open the door to the master bedroom. She thought things were supposed to be different now apartheid was gone. Then she felt a hand rise up under her skirt from behind as they stopped before the bed. The white boss man's hand stroked gently over her sex. His hand was much softer and gentler than the demanding hungry men who usually bundled her onto her back.

Robert enjoyed fondling the vulva enclosed within soft cotton panties. He held the maid in position as his hand stroked and caressed. He enjoyed the feel of soft, silky dark thighs pressing on either side of his hand.

His cock was straining to relieve itself and he was tempted to push her over on to the bed face down and ram his cock up inside her dark interior. His restraint was bred from years of cultural training to treat women with respect. The fact that she was simply paid help, did not cross his mind, though he recollected that she had been passed clean on her monthly Aids test just five days ago.

He wanted her aroused and excited before he mounted her, so his hand stroked and caressed. He felt her tremble, and the panties he stroked became damp. He smiled as he felt that dampness, and released the hold on her neck. Instead his hand caressed the soft skin of her slender neck.

"How old are you Nardi?"

"Eighteen, Sir."

The 'Sir' embarrassed Robert he was still not used to having servants. He slid the panties to one side and reached for the expected wetness and was not disappointed. He moved closer and dropped his head to trail kisses along her neck. His hands came up and he grasped full, firm, round orbs. Then he reached for the buttons of her outfit, eager to hold those breasts in his hands uncluttered by her maid's outfit.

Nardi stood, trying not to betray her rising excitement as the white man stood so close. She could feel the heat of his body close against her and the hardness of his cock. South Africa may be a 'liberated' country now, but the quickest way for an African woman to escape the poverty of the townships was in the bed of a white man.

The speed of his undressing her spoke volumes of his own excitement; as her top fell to her waist his hands grasped her exposed breasts. His hands did not grab and squeeze as so many eager hungry Africans had done to her breasts ever since they had first blossomed forth from a flat chest. His hands caressed her breasts, running palms over her nipples. Warmth encased her black mounds as white hands enclosed them in a soft gentle grip. She leaned back into the arms of her white boss, almost snuggling back into him.

Robert sensed her acquiescence, and enjoyed her warm feminine body close against him. He dropped his head and nibbled the soft lobe of her ear, and smiled as her he felt her nipples stiffen against his caressing palms. He pushed his hips forward pushing his cock in search of the soft curves of her bottom, wanting to rub his arousal against her. When he found round cheeks and rubbed his stiffness against them he was delighted to feel Nardi eagerly ground her hips back against him.

His hands dropped to her waist and he pushed the maid's uniform down over her hips. A shiver went through him as he enjoyed the feel of her slender waist. Then his hands were pushing down her panties over round hips so much slimmer than his wife's.

The thought came to him that an African might be doing the same thing to his wife in some hotel room. He hugged Nardi, and decided he had the better deal. Then he pushed the African teenager forward and she willingly climbed onto the bed in front of him.

Robert reached for the belt of his trousers and pulled it free of its buckles. His eyes greedily devoured the round curves of Nardi's ebony body. The woman had braced herself on her hands and knees, her full thighs spread wide for him. He could see the pink centre of her already open, and glistening wetly. Her round hips seemed to push back towards him, and behind those flaring hips a slender waist reminded of her youthfulness. Then a long sweep of shining black flesh rose from those hips towards her shoulders. Then a slender neck turned towards as wide eyes looked back at him.

Robert grinned and climbed on to the bed. It was time to make those eyes widen further!

Nardi turned away as the naked white man climbed onto the bed and grasped her hips. She had none of the fear and nervousness she had felt when a man's hands had first grasped her hips. That had been her uncle, after her father had died. Her uncle had come to their farm and claimed it for his own. Her mother had been too cowed to object.

Her mother had fed him and brought him water from the well. Her uncle had explained how things were going to be from now on. Her mother had bobbed her head in acceptance. He had assured her mother that his brother's son would inherit the farm when he was older, but for now the uncle would be in charge. Nardi had watched all this with wide eyes. She knew they needed a protector. There were Zulu farms to the west and while the white men claimed to rule, they rarely interfered with tribal disputes.

Bantus stuck to together, and family tradition meant it was normal for a brother to take over when another brother died before a son was old enough to be regarded as a man. She glanced across at her brother who was watching his uncle with a subdued frustrated anger at the usurpation of his rights. In the old days a fifteen year old Bantu would have been considered a warrior. He simmered in resentment. Her uncle wiped the grease from his fingers and looked across at Nardi.

"Is she a virgin?" Nardi's eyes widened, and she looked across at her mother who was bobbing her head.

"Nardi is a good girl."

"Come here Nardi."

Nardi had looked backwards and forwards between her mother and her uncle. Her mother had not met her eyes.

"Come here Nardi"

Nardi had stood and walked over to her uncle. When he slipped the brooch from her robe, and it fell to her feet she ignored and stood proudly, until she became conscious of her brother looking with sudden interest at her naked body. Her uncle had taken her by the shoulders and turned her around, before pushing her down to her hands and knees in front of him.

The nosing of Robert's cock into her wet womanhood roused her from her daydream, and she pushed back with her hips gathering up his cock in the sleek heat of her aroused channel.

She had always found it easy to get excited. All she had to do was think back to the time she lost her virginity to her uncle and she became aroused. He uncle had mounted her in front of her mother and brother in the family hut. His hands had held her hips firmly just as Robert was doing now, but her uncle had been stronger and had held her firmly to overcome her nervousness. After his uncle had finished her mother had submitted to him.

It had not been over for Nardi though. Her brother, Hapi had grabbed her. Nardi had protested, but her uncle had told her to behave and let her brother do what he wanted. Nardi had submitted, her protests being forgotten as her brother's cock started giving her pleasure. She had looked across at her uncle as he mounted her mother and realised that life was going to be different.

As Robert's cock slid deeper into her sheath, she felt the pleasure mount. She forgot the past to concentrate on the pleasure of the moment, and squirming back, rubbing the soft curves of her bottom against her white boss. Robert groaned as the girl's softness ground into his hips and he reached forward to stroke her back, enjoying the soft smooth black flesh. He reached below to find her hanging orbs and gently caressed and squeezed her full breasts. Then he thought of his wife and the possibility that his wife was in a similar position with an African mauling her breasts.

A burst of anger went through him and he grasped those breasts tightly. He felt Nardi wince, and with mortification released his grip, instead softly caressing them. It was not the maid's fault if his wife had misbehaved! Robert humped his hips against the girl's softness. He would take his own satisfaction. If Africans were going to mount his wife, then he would ride African women in return. His urgency and need rose, and Nardi braced herself against the bed as Robert's efforts became more vigorous.