10 comments/ 117869 views/ 19 favorites TIA: This is Africa Ch. 01 By: A Cracker Slut Miranda Harkens closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the second glass of wine was taking effect, her eyes closing as she drank in the sounds of the night around her. Angela was a long way from home, the scratching and chattering of unseen insects in the undergrowth was not one she was used to hearing in South Wandsworth. She stretched languidly, enjoying the deep cushioning of the garden chair as it cosseted her, here she was sipping wine that had been served to her by a servant on her own Jacaranda covered veranda! Her friends back in England would be green with envy. England seemed so far away now and yet the Harkens family had only arrived in Harare a week ago, since then things had been a bit of a whirl as Robert busied himself with his new job and Angela settled into the house that came as a perk with Robert's new position. She had known it had been the right move the moment a limousine arrived to take them form the airport to the gated development that would be there new home in Zimbabwe. "Can I get you some more wine Mrs Harkens?" Miranda almost jumped, but managed to retain her composure, Joseph, the house domestic managed to move soundlessly around the house a fact that Miranda had not quiet got used to yet. The thought of having someone at her beck and call hadn't fully sunk in yet either, the fact that the house servant was a very muscular black man in his late forties would also take Miranda a while to get used too. She understood that the domestics usually were men for security reasons, but Miranda was decidedly uncomfortable at the thought of a man, no matter what colour, washing her clothes for her, still with Richard out tonight with his new boss she was glad to have a man around the house. "No......no Joseph, thank you but I wont have anymore its gone straight to my head." He nodded and soundlessly turned back into the house, Miranda shook her head, definitely not Wandsworth! Thirty miles away in the back of a taxi bound for downtown Harare Robert Harkens smiled to himself, like his wife he was feeling a little bit smug at his families good fortune. Things had been tight in the UK, Roberts oil consultancy business had been struggling recently as work in the North Sea dried up. He had a family to support, a daughter at boarding school, a wife who wanted holidays and nights out and a huge mortgage on a three bed terrace in South West London that was best described as bijou! Now the terraced house was rented and replaced with a huge villa set in its own grounds within a secure compound, with a man servant to boot! He had a juicy ex-pat package that covered his daughters schooling and allowed more than enough money to live like a king, on top of all that it was warm and sunny most days....bliss. His boss, Thomas Ives, another ex-pat of twenty years standing, was taking the new boy out to a club. Tom, as he insisted on being called, had been a bit sketchy on the details but had assured Robert that it would give him a taste of life. Robert had decided he like Tom a lot, he seemed down to earth and up for a laugh as long as the work got done. He had made it clear that the people who owned Robert's new company wanted all new employees and their families to accept life in Zimbabwe and enjoy it. Robert had been pleasantly surprised with the amount of attention that his wife and daughter had received throughout the moving process and although Gillian Harkens was still at school in the UK she would be joining them for the holidays to acclimatise herself for her eventual permanent move to the new country. "Here you go old man, bit of Dutch courage." Tom handed over a hip flask as the car ground to a halt at yet another set of traffic lights. Robert took a swig of the fiery liquid, feeling it worm its way into his stomach. As he did so a movement outside the car caught his eye, a man and women were passionately kissing just a little way back from the roadside. As Robert watched the man's hand crept under the woman's black dress, lifting it and allowing Robert a clear view of the tops of her stockings and her bottom the cheeks of which were bisected by a black thong, the woman was seemingly oblivious to her exposure. Before he had a chance to see any more the taxi was speeding off into the night leaving Robert with a very clear image of a beautiful white bottom being groped by a large black hand, his cock twitched involuntarily at the thought of it. Miranda must have nodded off, the sound of a car door slamming woke her with a start, she quickly relaxed when she realised it was James Peterson returning from work. The Peterson's, James and Amanda, lived in the villa next door, Miranda had already decided that Amanda was going to make a great best friend and she felt sure the two families would become firm friends given time. Miranda could make out the sounds of a front door opening and closing and relaxed back into her chair closing her eyes once again letting the warm evening envelop her. She must have been asleep for ten minutes before another noise woke her, this time it sounded more human. Was her mind playing tricks or could she hear someone groaning? There it was again, definitely human and what's more it sounded decidedly sexual in nature. Miranda flushed, her heart skipping slightly as she slowly came to the realisation that she could hear James and Amanda making love. God the wickedness of it, Miranda made to get up, her middle class sensibilities forbidding her from eavesdropping, but her drowsiness, and the wine overcame her and she slumped back into her chair. All the while she could clearly hear Amanda groaning, louder and more frequently now and in a most un-lady like manner. Miranda could feel her body responding to the sounds carried through the clear night, her nipples tightening against her bra and a distinct warmth between her legs. She resisted the urge to stroke herself, torn between her own rising excitement and the need to act in a proper manner. Her bodies needs won out in the end, it had been so long since she and Robert had made love and since getting to Zimbabwe the heat had been getting to her, making her more aware of her body than she was usually. Her fingers gently caressed a full breast while the other hand moved between her legs easing the material of her skirt higher allowing her to tickle her thighs which seemed to shine brightly in the moonlight, her white skin flushing with her mounting arousal. "Oh God fuck me with your huge cock!" Miranda froze her ministrations at the outburst, her ears barely able to believe what she was hearing, Amanda had seemed so reserved when she had spoken to her earlier in the week, to hear a good English church goer screaming out such filth in the middle of the night shocked Miranda more than she expected. She quickly remembered that she wasn't in England any more with its tea parties and scone making, this was Africa and things were slightly different. Miranda wondered if the African night would have the same effect on her and Robert after they had settled in, it certainly seemed to be agreeing with the Peterson's! She would look at James Peterson in a new light after tonight that was for sure. Miranda wasn't the only one getting turned on listening to Amanda Peterson getting rigorously fucked, from behind the screen door Joseph stroked his rapidly lengthening cock and smiled to himself. He could see Mrs Harkens toying with her full breasts over the top of her summer dress which concealed her full curvy figure. Joseph drank her in admiring the long shapely legs and skin so white it almost shone in the moonlight, a body just aching to be liberated from the repressed mind that controlled it. She was just as he had been promised when he was offered the job of training the new family by the partners of the oil company that Richard Harkens had been headhunted for. He didn't want to think about the daughter just yet, she was safely ensconced in her English finishing school and not coming to Zimbabwe for a couple of months, by that time her parents would be fully broken in and he could concentrate on the vision of eighteen year old loveliness without any added distractions, she was a bonus that he was only to happy to wait for. Joseph was regarded as a safe pair of hands by his employers, when it came to westerners he knew when to push and when to lay off, he stalked his prey like an expert hunter and when the time was right he pounced. Tonight was not the night for him to make his move, no matter how much he wanted to fuck the English rose before him. He would have to satisfy himself with fucking the Peterson women, she had stamina that one, more than enough to cope with the eighteen year old gardener who was currently giving her the once over. He had wanted to see how Mrs Harkens would react to the situation she found herself in, she was obviously horny and in need of attention. A situation that her husbands employers and half the African men within a hundred miles would be only to happy to remedy for her. Joseph's job was to make sure that she and her husband became productive members of the African workforce as well as willing participants in the many and varied sexual activities that occurred whenever ex-pats came into contact with the ruling class of the new Zimbabwe. Amanda Peterson lay on her bed head hanging over one end, frantically trying to regain her breath, her face was streaked with a mixture of cum, saliva and sweat. Standing over her grinning was one of the gardeners who tended to the communal areas of the small compound within which her lovely villa sat, his cock bobbed obscenely above her tempting her. She knew only to well what he wanted, he wanted her to beg for it. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her, the white mistress begging the black garden boy for his cock, she knew she would give in, she always did, she was addicted to black cock now and nothing came between her and her need for fulfilment. "Please let me suck your cock." The words were whispered but heard and before she could take another breath the stiff black cock was forced into her mouth once again vigorously fucking her face. Amanda's hands frantically worked between her soaked thighs as she gagged on the meat in her throat, she knew that the boy would probably be there all night but she wanted as many orgasms as possible as she never knew when she might be called upon again, she wasn't the only white housewife in the area with a penchant for young black cock and the rough working class gardener with his calloused hands was her favourite. He was a little more boyish and gentle than some of the other Africans who called on her and her husband, he was less perverted and obscene, not so turned on by humiliating the submissive English couple, he just wanted to use her body and sometimes that was just what she needed. From her upside down vantage point she could just make out her husband kneeling at the foot of the bed his eyes transfixed by the sight of his pretty wife sucking furiously on the large black cock. She could see how aroused he was, his cock pressing against the pretty white lace panties the gardener had insisted he wear, by the looks of the stain on the front he had cum already and a second soaking didn't look to be too far off. Poor James, the first six months of their stay in Zimbabwe had been hardest for him, coming to terms with his new role in life hadn't been easy. His cock was utterly useless to Amanda now of course but he was still a doting husband and father to both Amanda and their eighteen year old Daughter Samantha. Her eyes met those of her husband as Amanda gagged slightly, drool running down her upturned chin as her lovers cock hit the back of her throat. He no longer blushed when she saw him dressed in her underwear but it was obvious her husband was slightly ashamed at his predicament. Amanda was sure she could detect a slight sadness behind his eyes, a hint of something lost, something beaten into submission. In her eyes James was less of a man now, when compared to the African men who had broken her, reduced as he so frequently was to a secondary player in their sexual activities. Recently she thought she had detected a growing sense of enjoyment in his role as the cuckolded husband, but she couldn't be sure. She still loved him of course but he was more a companion now, almost like a girlfriend, certainly no longer a lover and protector or the man who looked after her. Richard nursed his beer, his eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the dark surroundings of the club Tom had taken him to. Tom had assured him he was going to see the "locals" side of Harare not the places the tourists went to for a cocktail before dinner. True to his word the place was packed with Africans of all shapes and sizes, Robert had never seen so many black people in one place at once dancing, drinking and laughing the night away. Peculiarly, or perhaps not, most of the clientele were male and all the waitress's were abundantly female and wearing the most outrageous tiny bikinis, Robert watched as one girl who couldn't have been older than nineteen but had the figure of a fully grown women was groped repeatedly as she passed through the crowd delivering beers to thirsty punters, she was laughing and joking and didn't bat an eyelid. Robert could feel his cock twitching, the girl was quiet beautiful with very full breasts, her nipples clearly straining the fabric of her yellow bikini top. For one moment he wondered if he could get away with touching her the next time she asked if there was anything he wanted to drink, his cheeks coloured at the thought. That sort of thing would earn you at least a slap and more likely a court order back in England, but here anything seemed possible, how refreshing he thought and exciting. He was glad to see that there were at least a few other white people there besides Tom and himself, locals presumably. He noticed a very young looking white women sitting at a private table with a huge African man, he was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit, the young woman had a very low cut black dress on, her considerable cleavage on display for all to see. The girl was beautiful and clearly having a lovely time sipping Champagne and laughing and joking with her companion as he stroked her thighs affectionately, the contrast in their skin colours reminded Robert of the erotic roadside clinch he had witnessed earlier in the night. Robert had also noticed an older women, maybe in her early forties, sitting at a table with about four men. They were all African and all dressed in the overalls favoured by the gardeners and domestics that worked at the various compounds in the suburbs, the whole thing struck Robert as a bit odd, was she taking some of her staff out for a drink? The women was dressed in a lovely summer dress red with white flowers dotted all over it, Miranda had one just like it, it showed a bit of cleavage but nothing to outrageous, her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail which flicked from side to side frequently as she women chatted and joked with each of the men in turn. She was certainly knocking back the beers, as were her companions, he felt sure one of the men was touching her leg under the table but he couldn't see properly. "How are we doing old man?" Tom clapped Robert on the back, he had been in the toilets an inordinate amount of time and sat himself down with another beer. "So what do you think of the place, used to bring Patricia here when we were younger." Robert struggled to imagine the stately Patricia, Tom's wife, here in this club, but he supposed in Africa all things were possible. "Its....its er interesting!" "Wait until a little later on old boy." Tom winked suggestively and waved the waitress over. "Robert this is Iris, she'll look after us tonight, wont you my love?" Tom hooked his arm round the girls waist and openly cupped her generous breasts pinching a nipple as he did so, they were obviously old acquaintances. The nubile Iris swotted Tom's wandering hand and smiled at Robert. "Any friends of this old pervert needs to be watched, I hope I wont have any trouble with you tonight." Robert could feel his ears burning as he blushed at the suggestive conversation, Iris grinned. "No, don't worry I'll be good." As soon as the words slipped out he regretted them, he was talking like a little boy, worse still the knowing look he was rewarded with from Iris made him blush further, he prayed she wouldn't notice the bulge in his trousers as well. "A good boy? Not too good I hope?" She raised an eyebrow and wandered off to a table of shouting Africans. "Looks like we might just catch a show old man!" Tom indicated the table that the white women and her entourage were sitting at, they were getting progressively louder, the men seemed to be egging the woman on to do something. She had a couple of empty shot glasses in front of her and seemed to be a bit drunk now, her hair in slight disarray and her dress had managed to work its way up her shapely thighs a little, two of the buttons on her dress seemed to have come undone exposing a lot more cleavage. Robert looked on fascinated by the scene, unaware of Tom's subtle scrutiny of him. Suddenly a cheer erupted from the table and the woman got unsteadily to her feet, a shot glass in hand which she promptly downed before slamming the glass on the table with the others. By now the other tables close by were cheering and clapping as she made her way to a small stage hidden from view behind a curtain that was being hastily drawn back. Chairs were rapidly arranged around the stage and people fought to get the best spot, soon enough a huge crowd surrounded the woman as she swayed unsteadily on her feet watching her audience as they bayed their approval. Robert realised she was going to do a strip in front of fifty or sixty obviously horny and raucous black men. He was stunned momentarily what on earth was going on? He looked over at Tom who just winked at him and nodded back in the direction of the woman. The noise from the crowd was deafening, the area where Tom and Robert were sitting was empty now with most of the drinkers crowded round the small stage yelling encouragement at the women although Robert wondered if she needed any. He was stunned that a respectable seeming white women of a certain age would willingly get on stage and expose herself to a crowd of African men in some seedy bar. Stunned and aroused he quickly discovered, his cock had been twitching all night ever since the car trip, what was it about Africa that made westerners lose their inhibitions? He could see the woman lifting her dress showing her stockings off to the crowd of salivating men, their hands outstretched groping and caressing her exposed skin, once again the contrast between black and white excited him, god by the look on her face she was almost crazy with lust. "She comes here once a month, usually when her husband is away on business. Those men with her are gardeners who work for her and her friends." Robert could feel Iris pressing her breasts into his arm as he watched the increasingly aroused woman slowly undoing her buttons to reveal a very well filled bra. His cock strained against the material of his trousers, he was horribly aware of a wet spot developing. Thankfully Tom appeared to have wandered off again so at least he was spared that embarrassment. "Sometimes her husband comes along as well, he sits back here out of the way while she gets her kicks, he usually comes in his pants, like a dirty little boy." Robert was acutely aware of Iris's hot breath on his ear, her lips brushing his skin tentatively. An image of Miranda, his Miranda, drunk and being groped by a group of black domestics and garden workers suddenly appeared in his mind, his groin throbbed, his was desperately hoping that it wouldn't all get too much for him. TIA: This is Africa Ch. 01 "Your not being a very good boy Robert are you? It looks to me that you might make a mess in your pants just like he does. I bet your thinking about your prim and proper white wife getting up there aren't you? I bet that's what's got your little white cock so excited." Robert was getting himself into a bit of a state, he could see the woman now in just her bra, panties and stockings, her dress lying on the floor discarded, thrusting her hips at the crowd. As he looked on she crouched down at the front of the stage, hands immediately began stroking her inner thighs, working their way into her panties, fingering her. "Look over to her table." Robert did as he was told, he could see the pretty white girl sitting between two of the African gardeners who had arrived with the older women. One of them was blatantly groping her breasts, which were struggling to remain within the confines of her little black dress, while the other one had his tongue down her throat a situation the girl seemed only too happy to be involved in. Whilst this was going on her partner was talking seriously to one of the other men, they shook hands and an envelope was passed over the table, greedily snatched up by the gardener. "He's just rented the women out for the night, her husband must be away on business after all." Robert was stunned, his emotions in turmoil, cock throbbing he knew he was close to cumming and Iris must too, she kept on her whispering as he watched the women on stage, lying down now as her underwear was ripped from her body. She had a lovely womanly figure, full breasts, hips and thighs, the African crowd certainly seemed to appreciate her as they groped and fingered her to orgasm. Robert groaned he wanted Iris to touch his cock, grasp it in her hand, let him see the contrast in colours of their skin. If she didn't soon he would cum anyway and he knew that if he did without any help he would be just like the woman's husband, a dirty little boy watching real men taking care of the womenfolk. He shuddered at the thought, he suddenly felt a long way from home and hopelessly out of his depth. "Tomorrow she'll be just another white housewife, but tonight she'll be the fuck toy of that Rich African and his little white girlfriend. I wouldn't be surprised if neither of them slept. I bet you'd love to watch him fuck the pair of them, the young women is very pretty, but imagine what she'd look like with a big black cock in her mouth Richard. Oh baby imagine your good little wifey sucking on a black cock, does she suck your cock for you? I bet she doesn't those prim and proper white women need to be broken in before they'll perform..... Oh Richard are you going to cum for me? Do you want me to touch your little cock? Make you cum? Is that what you want?" "Oh yes....yes please." "You white boys have such nice manners don't you. But baby your little cock is to small for me to play with.......I'll bet you come for me anyway without me even having too touch it. Just like her husband, just like a dirty little boy." It was too much for Richard, his cock exploded, a thick stream of cum jetting into his boxer shorts, he groaned at the relief lost for a moment in the pleasure. "Dirty little boy!" Iris grinned and left to clean tables, not looking back at Richard as he sipped his beer trying to regain some composure and slowly started to feel very uncomfortable indeed as the cum soaked into his trousers in an unseemly manner. From his vantage point at the bar Tom Ives watched on, he was feeling very pleased with himself. Robert had passed the first and hardest test with flying colours. It wasn't easy keeping good white employees in Zimbabwe, life was so different as Richard had just seen. After losing a few good people who hadn't been able to adjust Tom's employers had suggested a settling in period where Tom and his wife Patricia would introduce the employee, usually the man and his wife to some of the more outlandish aspects of life in Zimbabwe. Once they had accepted the natural way of things and were broken in they were ready to assume normal life, or normal for expats in Africa anyway. The man Richard was replacing had lasted three weeks, he had come home one lunch time unexpectedly and found his wife on her hands and knees taking the gardener in the mouth and the domestic in the ass. The wives were never a problem it was always the husbands who caused the trouble, Tom had a good feeling about Richard and Miranda though. Joseph had texted him to let him know that things were going well with the wife, now all he needed was the feedback from Iris and he was in business. "I take it from the look of guilt on Roberts face that he let himself down." "I didn't even need to touch him, creamed himself when I mentioned his precious wife." "Good, what do you make of him, do you think he might be suitable?" Tom respected Iris's opinion on such matters, he had known her for years since the days when he and Patricia used to be more frequent visitors. "I'd say that he would do exactly what he was told! He loved it when I told him what a dirty little boy he was. He would be putty in Patricia's hands if she came over all domineering. Breaking the wife in will be simple and once Hubby knows his place I'd say the pair of them will be ready for their new lives." "Mmmmm Iris what would I do without you?" To be continued? TIA: This is Africa Ch. 02 Miranda Harkens smoothed her black knee length skirt down, was it a little tight? She had an appointment with Amanda for drinks and she was keen to make a good impression. They were going to some smart hotel Amanda knew for lunchtime cocktails, the decadence of it all, the expat wives lifestyle was one that Miranda could get used to quickly. She was secretly a bit excited about the meeting as it was the first time she'd had a chance to catch up with her neighbour and ask her about the passionate lovemaking she had inadvertently listened in on the other night. Initially she was a bit worried about broaching the subject but it was 2010 and they were both fully grown women, what harm could it do? A polite but insistent knocking at the bedroom door snapped her out of her reverie, she still hadn't chosen a blouse and was just in her skirt and bra. It must be Joseph, the last thing she wanted was for him to see her in her underwear, she smiled to herself, no man other than Robert had ever seen her in such a state. The thought of her domestic seeing her in a lacy white bra through which her nipples were clearly visible made her stomach tighten in a way she couldn't satisfactorily explain. "Joseph hang on I'm not decent." She blushed, flustered now as she realised what she was saying, she had grown increasingly accustomed to having a man in her house during the daytime, a black man at that but some situations still threw her. She felt her cheeks flush anew and a flood of warmth between her legs at the thought of Joseph bursting into the room and taking her on the floor like a wild animal. "Mrs Peterson is here Mrs Harkens." Already, was she early or am I late? Miranda willed herself to calm down, she was feeling increasingly horny and wondered if the heat was something to do with it, her mind was wandering. "Please make her comfortable Joseph I'm just deciding what to wear." Miranda blushed further, too much information, the colour tingeing the skin of her neck and chest slightly only serving to add to her flustered and aroused appearance. Joseph grinned to himself behind the closed door, he would be only too happy to make Mrs Peterson comfortable. "Take as long as you like, Ill keep your guest company." Amanda Peterson admired herself in the mirror in the hallway as she waited patiently for Miranda to get ready. At five foot three she was small but perfectly formed, as she often joked. She could best be described as shapely having large breasts and womanly thighs all squeezed into a fetching summer dress, her hair was brown and tied back into a ponytail that swished along behind her. Back in England she had often been teased for her fuller figure and had gone out of her way to hide it away in baggy sweaters and loose skirts. She had quickly discovered that in Africa things were wildly different. Within minutes of arriving in the airport she had been aware of the eyes on her, she noticed heads moving as she walked past, eyes on her breasts not even bothering to look away as she caught them ogling. The porter in charge of her luggage had made no effort to conceal his obvious fascination with her fulsome figure a fact that had aroused her beyond belief, he was so blatant not at all worried she might be offended, how refreshing. Amanda had generously tipped him for putting all her luggage in the taxi and then stood stock still, amazed at his cheek and aroused beyond belief as he had cupped her breasts in his hands lovingly kneading them and tweaking her engorged nipples, in broad daylight grinning all the while. It had been almost too much for her, her knees weak under her, then as soon as he had started he was gone again leaving her on the verge of a massive orgasm. She had slumped into the waiting taxi only to be immediately aware of the driver staring at her breasts as they heaved inside her dress, beads of perspiration slowly, maddeningly trickling down her cleavage. She hadn't raised any objection as he slipped his hand under her dress and into her sopping panty covered cunt, she had orgasmed three times by the time they approached her new house. James, Amanda's husband, had met her as the taxi pulled into the driveway he had noticed his wife looking particularly flushed, with a strange look in her eye and had thought nothing of it at the time. It was a look that would become all too apparent to him as his wife discovered her latent sexuality. Soon after that Amanda had succumbed to the attentions of the domestic and then the gardeners, who quickly recognised her new found needs, all of them revelling in her full figure. At first James had been thrilled at the sudden change in his wife, every day when he got back from work she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth within minutes, before literally dragging him into the bedroom. Initially he had put the change in his wife down to their new surroundings but as time had gone on he had become suspicious of her new found sexuality and found himself increasingly unable to satisfy his insatiable wife. Not long after this realisation he had returned home from work early one day only to discover his beloved wife, respectable church goer and member of the parents committee being rigorously fucked by one of the gardeners in the hallway of their house. James was stunned, speechless, as his eyes had met those of his wife he had seen the look that she had the first day she arrived and then he knew, he knew that her recently discovered lust was caused by the attention his wife was receiving not from her husband but from complete strangers, black strangers. Amanda's makeup was smeared, mascara running down her cheeks to her saliva soaked mouth. She was on her hands and knees facing the door, dress bunched around her waist knickers cast aside on the floor. Behind her the gardener, Choko, was thrusting away, making her gasp with each push, not missing a beat at the unexpected arrival of the master of the house. James had just stood there mouth agape cock throbbing as his prim and proper English wife writhed on the floor like a bitch in heat. All the while Choko just grinned at his master as he ploughed into his wife, his arrogant look cowing James immediately, the hierarchy had changed from that day, Choko knew he was now the real Master of the house despite all outward appearances. The next few months had been a whirlwind, the gardeners used Amanda whenever they wanted to during the day, James returned from work to often find his wife asleep on the sofa exhausted after the days activities, her underwear in tatters, her skin covered in bite's and cum, a smile plastered across her sleeping face. His work had started to suffer, he found himself spending more and more time obsessing on what his wife was up to during the day and less time concentrating on his work. He felt somehow uninvolved and decided to take charge as best he could. By now Amanda was hopelessly addicted to the rough fucking that she was experiencing giving it up was out of the question for her, James for his part wanted to watch, to share the experience with her as best he could, he felt that somehow it might make them closer. James had started returning to the house for lunch, tentatively at first, he would often stand in the garden amongst the flowerbeds watching on through the bedroom window as Amanda was serviced on their marital bed. His cock throbbing despite the hurt of the humiliation as he watched her behaving like a complete whore for her various lovers. Before long he began feeling unsatisfied with his voyeurism, he wanted more, to be near his wife, experience her passion albeit second hand. By that time they had settled into an uneasy agreement the subject of her activities was not discussed, just accepted as part of their new lives. The frank exchange that followed led to a new phase in their lives a chance for both of them to participate in Amanda's sexual awakening. Within a week James had witnessed first hand the power the domestics had over his wife. The first time he had watched Amanda being set upon by Choko he had realised that she was little more than a plaything for him, another white wife submissive to his needs and those of his friends. Amanda had eagerly performed all manner of deeply humiliating acts in front of her husband showing him a side of her he had dared not even believe existed. His cock throbbed continually but he was too scared to touch it or play with it in case he was mocked by domestics for its relatively small size. However James soon learnt that if he wanted to watch he had better get used to the idea that he would have to get involved. It had been Choko who had suggested that James warm his wife up before watching her get fucked, he had been roughly pushed between his wife's outstretched legs and told to get her nice and wet for her black lover. The black gardener had made James ask him to fuck his wife, to tell him how small his pathetic white cock was and how he needed his wife looked after by a proper man. James had gone along with it all as he knew he had no choice. As time had gone on though the other domestics, pushed on no doubt by Choko had started to realise that James was just another submissive white wimp desperate to have real men fucking his wife. Once this realisation had been made it didn't take long for things to turn for the worse for the broken husband. Amanda awoke from her reverie, she had been deliberately early knowing full well that Joseph was about, now was not the time for daydreams, however erotic! Joseph had told her to take the new girl out for drinks, she wouldn't tell her new friend what else he wanted her to experience on their little trip out but she would find out soon enough. Amanda knew roughly what he had planned, she had been through a similar experience herself when she was new too, she tingled at the thought and hoped that she might get a little action today as well. "Lift that dress." Joseph could be insistent when he wanted to be and Amanda knew better than to keep him waiting as she slowly lifted her summer dress up over her knees until her stockings and panties were exposed to the Africans gaze, her gaze coyly fell to the floor as she crooked a leg to show off her stockings in a better light. "It suits you better than that pathetic husband of yours." Joseph nodded at her suspenders, he loved to humiliate her husband and in the past, in collusion with Choko, had made him do some terrible things, things that a women should never see her husband do. It thrilled her in a way, to see him so servile to black men, so submissive, his will broken to the fact that his wife's needs were now beyond him. The last time he had visited the Peterson household he had made Peter dress in his wife's best lingerie and summer dress and serve Amanda and Joseph drinks all night, whilst telling him exactly what he was going to do to his prim and proper darling wife. Peter had then watched his tipsy wife get the fucking she so desperately wanted, all the while his hard cock pressed against the dainty lace of his wife's best panty and suspender set. Later on when Joseph was taking a rest Peter had been sent to the spare room to sleep, he had been shackled to the single bed in stockings and bra with the pretty panties, now soaked in his cum, jammed into his mouth. Joseph had unshackled him the next morning and taken him into the master bedroom, his own bedroom, too show Amanda what a state her "man" was in. Poor Peter obviously hadn't slept a wink, his eyes had bags under them and he had obviously cum several times in the night as he listened in on his wife and her lover. Thank god Samantha had been staying with friends that weekend! Amanda shivered as she remembered, she had been sore for a week. "Take the panties off, you can leave them with me, I will also expect Miranda's panties by the end of the day." Joseph's words awoke her from her daydream, she was suddenly aware that she was toying with one of her nipples, blushing she started to remove her own slightly damp panties. "B.....But how am I supposed to manage that, she's not ready yet." "I'll decide that, you will just have to think of a way won't you. If you don't manage it I'll make sure you get a spanking you won't forget in a hurry." Amanda handed her panties over, they were expensive and she knew she would probably not see them again, some whore would probably get them as a present! She didn't mind really Peter earned good money and he wore them as much as she did it just meant she had to go shopping regularly at the upscale lingerie stores that catered specifically for the white expats. These problems were immediately forgotten as Joseph sank a think calloused finger deep inside her making her groan. "Now be a good little white wife for me today and Ill give you a treat. I know how much you like to go to that bar where all the gardeners hang out, get me what I want and Ill take you there. Let me down and I'll take that darling daughter of yours with me instead." Amanda gasped, she was not naive enough to imagine her daughter was entirely innocent, she had been living in Zimbabwe long enough to know that she had probably been screwed by some lucky local man, but to hear Joseph talking about her in such a way was crossing an unwritten line. Amanda pictured sweet Samantha, the apple of her parents eye's being mauled and groped by scores of horny Africans in that seedy bar, the fact that Amanda so loved to be treated like a whore there was besides the point. Not for the first time she wondered if the family might ever return to their old normal way of life. "I'll do what you ask of course, just leave Samantha out of this." Joseph grinned, if only Amanda knew about her darling little girl, she loved cock more than her dear mother. He decided to keep his own council on that matter, maybe he'd take both of them to the bar, he'd make a fortune! "I won't be a minute Amanda just getting my shoes on." Miranda Harkens breezed into the hall all smiles and kissed her new friend on both cheeks, noting as she did so the colour in them. "Are you ready I'm so looking forward to sampling a local cocktail!" Amanda did her best not too smirk at her new friends choice of words. "Yes I'm ready lets go the taxi is outside." The Harari Hilton was an imposing building set in extensive grounds, a survivor from the days of white rule it had been bought by a delegation of black business men and turned from a faded colonial symbol into a modern hotel able to cope with the demands of a new African power elite. The hotel itself was frequented by a broad cross section of Harare's community, well off whites and blacks conducted public and private matters in its well appointed meeting rooms and comfortable bars. The lunch time crowd consisted of rather more mixed race couples than Miranda was expecting, she noticed the white women all seemed to be very well turned out and often accompanied by a small group of black men rather than in couples. She felt sure she spotted some under the table stroking going on as well the guilty thrill of voyeurism sending a small flush creeping up her chest. She sipped her Gin and Tonic and marvelled at the decadence of it all. "So Miranda how are you settling in? I trust that you are enjoying your new life in Zimbabwe." "Oh yes very much, everything is so different from what we're used to back home. I feel cosseted here more appreciated, special somehow" Amanda nodded knowingly, she had already noticed the way the waiter had been eyeing her companion, the appreciation would increase notably in time. "And how are you finding the men?" Miranda tilted her head to one side, what a strange question. She noted the look on her new friends face, and the decidedly smutty grin and decided to play her at her own game. "Well I have noticed that the climate seems to agree with Robert he's been very affectionate since we got here.......on that subject I couldn't help but over hear you and James the other night. It sounded to me and I hope you don't think me forward, as if he was giving you a good seeing to." Miranda blushed, that was the Gin and Tonic talking and she suddenly worried that she might have offended her new friend. Instead Amanda rocked back in her chair laughing giving Miranda a good view of her generous chest as it shook within the confines of her summer dress. She also noticed that the waiter was looking in their direction, eyeing the two white women closely, she blushed as he adjusted himself slightly and then her breath caught as she could plainly make out the shape of his cock through his trousers. She tried to stop staring but it was so big, she could feel the heat rising from between her legs, racing over her breasts and making its way to her cheeks. "No I mean the men, how are you finding the men?" Amanda nodded her head in the direction of the waiter, winking at a slightly flustered Miranda. Before she knew what was happening Amanda gestured to the waiter to come to the table where he stood attentively while Amanda ordered more drinks all the while his cock was sticking out in a most obscene manner inches from where Miranda was sitting. She couldn't take her eyes off it, it was moving, pulsing within the material of his trousers, aching to be set free. She managed to drag her eyes away ,where had that thought come from? Miranda could feel her panties getting damp, her excitement from earlier resurfacing in moments. She could feel the eyes of her friend boring into her as well, noticing the fascination with which she eyed the waiters manhood. As he went off to prepare their drinks Miranda tried to maintain her decency under the gaze of her companion, she coughed politely gathering herself, feeling as though she had to say something, to explain her reverie. "He'd let you touch it if you asked him nicely." Miranda nearly dropped her G & T spluttering, what on earth was Amanda suggesting? She was a married woman for God's sake not some cheap tart! The colour in her cheeks peaked as she blushed profusely again, part of her shocked and part of her, the more insistent part horribly aroused. "Miranda this is Africa, things are done a little differently here, the waiters know how things work, they are here to serve and I'm sure he wouldn't be complaining if a delicious older woman stroked his hard on" "I......I don't know what to say.......I.....I've never touched......" "A black cock?" "Oh Amanda how can you talk in such a crude way? I'm a married woman for God's sake and so are you!" As soon as she had said it she knew she had overstepped the mark who was she to judge, hadn't she been having naughty thoughts about Joseph that very morning? She remembered the filth that had poured from her neighbours mouth that night, how raw and wild she had sounded how utterly at one with her sexuality she had been. Miranda wondered if she might ever be that happy with herself and decided she wasn't in a position to judge anyone. "Amanda I'm so sorry that was unfair of me, you must think I'm a dreadful stick in the mud about all this, such an old fuddy duddy!" "Don't be silly, its perfectly normal for someone new to a country to misunderstand how things work in that country, you're not in England any more, with its parochial morals. There is nothing to be ashamed about, the men go to strip clubs with work frequently enough this is the same sort of thing but for us more sophisticated women." Miranda recalled how vague Robert had been about his night out with the boss and suddenly wondered if he had been to such a club. She immediately felt a bit better and still a little horny. "Look Miranda as we're going to be friends and neighbours I'll let you into a secret, the other night, when you heard me, I wasn't making love to James." Miranda gulped the last of her G & T and wondered where the waiter had got too, she suddenly needed the alcohol. TIA: This is Africa Ch. 02 "One of the gardeners was taking me across our bed all night, it was him you heard." "W....Where was James.....I heard his car in the drive?" Amanda grinned at her new found friend, this was going easier than she had thought it might be. Miranda was obviously very aroused at the thought of her activities but was trying to hide it under a veneer of English respectability, the fact that she was a little tipsy was also helping. "He was watching." Just at that moment the waiter returned with the drinks, Miranda gratefully accepted hers and took a big gulp while her eyes sank to the waiters crotch again which was still showing a bulge albeit somewhat deflated. As she watched Amanda's hand snaked out and scratched a nail down the length of the mans cock causing his eyes to widen slightly before quickly regaining their previous professional look. Miranda stopped breathing absolutely certain that at any moment the man would cry foul and they would be asked to leave in the most embarrassing circumstances possible. No such call came and the waiter stood there, stock still while Amanda caressed his rapidly thickening cock through his trousers. All around her Miranda could hear the sound of polite conversation, the scraping of chairs as people stood up or sat down, the opening and closing of the kitchen doors as the staff went about their business and there in front of her in the midst of all this normality was a huge thick black cock being touched and teased by an apparently perfectly respectable white women. The wickedness of it all, her mouth was dry, heart thumping and between her legs was a distinct heat as her entire body responded to the deeply erotic situation. Should she touch it? Could she touch it, it looked huge to her decidedly thicker now Amanda was rubbing it lovingly a smile on her face like the cat that got the cream. Why should she have all the fun? Tentatively she reached out her hand, her body working on autopilot now all reason abandoned and then before she knew what was happening she was touching her first black cock. It felt warm to her touch and it was throbbing as she wrapped her fingers around its girth feeling its weight, God it felt so powerful. Miranda imagined herself splayed on her marital bed while that huge cock thrust into her, fucking her with all its power, making her whole. She bit her lip and blushed a deeper shade of red as she tentatively looked over at Amanda, who winked at her, egging her on, encouraging her in her exploration of discovery as she sat back in her chair sipping her drink like a proud parent watching her child's first steps. She was feeling decidedly horny herself now and was wondering if she might persuade Miranda to let the waiter fuck the pair of them in one of the Hotel's many rooms designed for just such eventualities. She decided not too risk it in case she upset Joseph's plans, besides Miranda was obviously going to take to her new life like a duck to water and there would be plenty of opportunities for the two women to take a little afternoon delight in the future. "Steady on girl, you'll have him coming in his pants next, why don't you take it out and wank him off into a napkin or something?" Miranda barely registered what her friend was saying, her expression glazed somewhat as she rubbed and stroked the waiters cock. The waiter however had an idea of his own and was clearly getting close to losing it. "Take your panties of women and make me come into them, you can savour the taste of my cum for the rest of the afternoon." Miranda just nodded dumbly unable to speak as she watched him unzipping his trousers and pulling the incredibly long thick veined cock out into the open. Amanda decided she had better step in and help her friend who was obviously lost to the eroticism of the situation. She knelt beside her and slipped her hand up her friends skirt and started to lower her panties, noting as she did so how wet they were, she could feel her plan coming together nicely, Joseph would be pleased and then she would get her reward! Amanda handed the soaked panties to her friend who wordlessly wrapped them around the waiters cock before resuming her ministrations, concentrating hard on the matter at hand, her brow wrinkled, tongue flicking over her lips. Deep within her brain she knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't help herself, she was powerless as she worshipped the power of the cock in front of her. The waiter, a consummate professional, signalled his intention to cum by forcing Miranda's head up close to his cock and making sure she grasped the head with her panties in order to catch his cum as it jetted from the engorged head of his cock. He grunted once, twice and a third time ending with a satisfied sigh before cleaning his cock off with the pretty satin panties and handing them to a dazed Miranda who sank back into her chair with a crooked smile playing on her lips. She gratefully accepted the Gin and Tonic that Amanda pressed into her hand. "We had better get you home honey."