6 comments/ 26625 views/ 8 favorites A Real Black Love In The End By: qualitywheat This is a story of non consensual sex with black on white turning to love in the end, in between there is black on white lesbianism too, beware. And once more you people who vilify me for no reason really, please move on. Do you see that, I can talk without being rude and offensive, why can't you? Sarah was beside herself with excitement, nothing had ever come this way that could top this. She was also very apprehensive; she would be leaving the cocoon that was her immediate family and friends for six months. Her husband had just been seconded by the Kenyan government to their Geology, Archaeology and mining minister's team for teaching purposes to the local teams there. Stanley was very important man in his own academic world now, he was also a expert witness and you don't get to be one of those if you are a bit on the none learned side. At 45 he was already near the top of his profession and a wanted man all over the world, but this would be their first trip together to another country for this sort of thing. He was an out going gregarious sort of man, able to chat and hold conversation on all sorts of topics, and he was listened to when he spoke. In the university that he was attached to students came from far and wide to listen, and listen they did to him. Sarah was more or less the opposite, she was a bit naïve to say the least, tended to see the best in everyone, and always believe what people told her, that was until it became apparent that it hadn't been true and then she would feel very foolish. She had never strayed far from friends and family, at forty years of age, she still needed the guidance and sometimes protection, gullible is what some unkind people called her. Even her very loving children had spotted that their mom was a cool dude for allowing them to tease her the way they did. They would have her life sometimes, once they dabbed red spots on their faces and fell down in front of her 'dying,' it wasn't until the ambulance turned up that they realised they had gone too far. But their mother had fallen for that and many escapades thought up. But Sarah had one very distinct advantage over all of friends and foe alike, she was a woman of rare beauty, mixed with a shyness that only enhanced everything about her. Which was why she always needed some looking after, twice in her life she had succumbed to men of easy persuasion, she had been summarily seduced by one of her fathers so called friends, and by a man of her husband's colleague list, who had moved on. Her husband fortunately never knew of these indiscretions, she had put them to the back of her mind and had more or less forgotten them, but she was always on her guard now, looking and listening for ways and means to detect the hunter of her very fine looks, and equally fine body. Stanley's students all had the hots for her, she would often have offers put her way at opportune moments, but she was used to that now, she was always flattered, and loved it, but she kept them and herself at a distance. Sarah was 5ft 8" of statuesque beauty, fine boned, erect, tall in her stance and so elegantly feminine, which was why she was a constant target for the predators in her life, male and some female. Her thick ash blond hair was heavy, yet light, thick yet like strands of silk, tied usually in a bun, but down to her sleek shoulder blades when hanging down. Her huge eyes were like blue headlights; they could dazzle almost any one and often did. Perfect eyebrows over them, high cheek boned, full lips set of a breath taking facial invite. Long sweeping neck that contoured down to her seemingly slim shoulders, high breasted that still pointed skywards, even after having the obligatory two children. Her nipples were dark pink nubs of delight, easily brought to the fore with just a soft touch, or even a lucid thought in her lovely head. All this above a still slender waist, and sweeping hips supported by beautiful symmetrical long legs with tiny painted toe nailed feet. Sarah was well aware of the effect she had had on men and boys from a very early age, having to contend with her older brother's friends, a couple of lecherous uncles, and other various sex seeking hormonal men and boys. Sarah's naïveté was her greatest detriment, she was always hoping she would not encounter someone who could fool her completely, and maybe even take her away from the man she loved, her husband. So taking the decision to go with him had to be, she would not allow herself to be parted from him. The Kenyan Minister who Stanley would be working for sent many pictures of the house they would have, it was fabulous. It looked like an old colonial one, with veranda's all round, white pained, fully modernised, a swimming pool, a small gymnasium. He would be provided with a car and a driver, as would Sarah when needed. The house had staff living in quarters at the bottom of the expansive and lush gardens. There were four of them, all locals who knew anything and everything, one was Sarah's driver and handyman, another was the gardener, pool attendant etc. and two were female house maids, for all her needs, washing, ironing, cooking, and the like. After a huge party at home, they bade farewell and began their exciting journey into the unknown, their children would stay behind to continue their college training. After the long flight they were met by minister type people, greeted and feted, then driven to their new home for the next six months. Sarah was in complete awe of it, she had never in her life seen a more beautiful house than this one was. She fell in love with it immediately, she happily went about making it her home, she moved furniture, bought new, and generally altered it without too much fuss. And Stanley who had to spend time away on tours was happy his wife was happy. The staff loved her, she wasn't bossy, in fact she was doing some of their bidding too. But it all went over her beautiful head, she was obviously revered in no time because of her blond feline beauty. Her husband soon became respected, not only for his undoubted knowledge, but his fairness in dealing with people of lesser stature. But it was his wife that came in for closer scrutiny from people she actually believed were beneath her, simply because they were black and her servants. She had never mixed with people of a different ethnicity. Sarah was never rude, but just had an air of aloofness, born out of pure misunderstanding ignorance. But Kamal and David the two black men on her staff were getting it that she was pliable in nature, they sensed that given the right, or wrong leads she could be made to follow. As friends back in the UK thought had that she was naïve, and probably gullible. They began putting it to the test, they and the two maids mentioned native Voodoo, witch doctors, things they did and said. Things they believed in, the power of them. How it was folly to ignore their words, their missives, they pronouncements and prophecy's, to defile them or degenerate them in any way. It took several weeks, they didn't want to alarm her, or frighten her in any way. But both men, who were far from the simpletons that Sarah thought of them, were now actively looking for a way to capture her and make her yearn for powerful black men, such as they. The answer came from a Walt Disney film, in which they had seen people sprayed with common water and made to believe it was a lotion that could affect their lives. Kamal who was the dominant of the two men and took the lead in everything they did. They had married twin sisters, and both women were of the voluptuous variety, heavily full breasted, wide of the hips and sensuously sexy with it. Kamal would take David's wife to his bed to share them both when the mood took him. David wasn't very happy about these events, but that's how things were in their kind of life and upbringing. Both men were big in stature, well over 6ft, big boned, not an ounce of fat on their muscular but slender bodies. They were both heavily sexual, loved constant sex, but Kamal was the champion between the two. When ever Kamal took David's wife, she would arrive back in their tiny apartment glassy eyed and knowing that David could never do to her what Kamal had, although she would never tell him that. But David guessed the result of his wife's night with him. And David already knew that if they got Missy Sarah, then he would have seconds, Kamal would be the first. Would their plan work on the Massa's wife, they thought. After much thought and planning they hit on a workable plan. Kamal started telling her of a local doctor, who, if he was upset with you, he would spray you with a magic potion that could turn you into a pillar of stone. The potion made you tingle all over, itch and feel weak, also very sensitive to the touch and in desperate need of close attention from someone who knew how to combat the effects. Sarah actually told her husband of all this, who laughed and poo poo'd it completely. But Sarah wasn't convinced, she was believing in it. Kamal and David erected a hose pipe full of tiny holes and placed it under the eaves of the veranda at the back of her house outside of her bedroom. After a lot of secret testing they got it just right, on the night in question, knowing Massa would be away for three days and nights. David instructed his wife who was one of the maids to administer a potion into Sarah's after dinner drink. It was drug that would make her whole body sense even the slightest change in her proximity. The hose pipe was connected to a almost frozen tank of water, and they were ready. Both men and their two wives were full of hope and desire that this would work. Sarah would be theirs to do with what they wished for over four months, unless they stayed longer. As Sarah retired to her room, they were all vigilant and timing was of the essence. A large handful of soft grit was thrown at her window, followed by wailing and distant screaming. Sarah sat up, her body was suddenly electrified, she tingle and fired all over. She dashed to her closed veranda doors and peered out, she could see nothing, but she panicked when the wailing kept on. She fled to her inner door and raced out into the hall to be met by Kamal, her large and strong driver. He took her by the arms and asked her what was wrong. Sarah told him in a torrent of words, he could barely hear. He led her back into what he hoped would be his part time bedroom very soon. Leading her by the elbow he opened the doors and stepped out. "Have you noticed anything?" he asked. Sarah looked at him with fear in her eyes. "No just the wailing and something brushed against the windows." She told him timidly. Kamal went wild eyed, "Oh no," he said, "I think they have sent the mojo after you Missy Sarah." At that very moment tiny freezing cold ice needles hit Sarah's face, she screamed, and fell away. Kamal grabbed her and she told him what had happened, then her body began to tingle, she was alive, pin pricks broke out all over her. Sarah collapsed against Kamal, he brushed her soft hair and his prick jumped. "Quick Missy we must cleanse you, we must attack the mojo with our own, please Missy, hurry," he yanked her back into her bedroom and ordered her to lie on the floor. Sarah obeyed as he hoped she would. He locked the doors, drew the drapes, and he placed a cushion under her head and dashed away into her bathroom and returned with a wet towel. He placed it over her face and told her. "You must trust me Missy Sarah, believe in me and do exactly what I say, or it may be too late. The towel is to help ward off the mojo from your mind, it doesn't like wetness" He almost started laughing as he made things up as he went along. 'This gorgeous frightened girl woman really is a fool isn't she?' he thought. Sarah panicked, "Yes Kamal do what you have to do but please be quick." Sarah's body was attacking her mind, it was alive, tingling with electricity. He knelt beside her, and even before she had finished speaking he was undoing her blouse, and had her bra pushed up. He looked at the terrific pink jewels before his hungry eyes. They were erect, thick and about ¾" long already from the effects of the potion now fully at work in her tender sensitive body. He took each one and squeezed them gently in his fingers. "Ooooh," Sarah murmured softly from under the towel over her face, "what are you doing Kamal?" "Be still Missy I must extract the mojo anyway I can, lay still please Missy Sarah." She obeyed him reluctantly; he squeezed and rolled the ever hardening crinkly little pink buds. Sarah's body was getting the message even if she wasn't. Her already explosive nipples were reacting to the finger tips with alarming arousal. Sarah sighed audibly, that pleased Kamal greatly, 'a little more,' he thought, 'and she'll be mine.' The powerful black servant spoke softly, huskily to her. "Believe in me Missy Sarah, your life may depend on me working my magic on you, believe, believe believe," he whispered. "I do Kamal, I do, please help me?" she whimpered. Now Sarah really did think her life was in danger. He bent his head and sucked in a very ripe and protruding nipple, Sarah gasped loudly. Letting go quickly, Kamal told her to be still, "my magic will work Missy Sarah, but I have to remove the mojo from you anyway I can, yes?" he told her, while fastening his lips and tongue back over her crazy nipple. He slipped his right hand under her skirt, careful not to touch her skin, he wanted his fingers poised and ready to slip into her unknown to him yet, but he had guessed it would be, her ever increasingly sweetening pussy. Keeping his lips held tight and his left hand working away, he glanced sideways, saw he was where he wanted to be and his fingers dived under the hem of her panties, he scored the direct hit he was hoping for. Sarah yelped and her hips left the floor, again letting go of her frighteningly erect and aroused nipple he told her once more to trust him, "relax Missy Sarah," he told her, "relax, please just relax" That was the end really, Kamal kept up his mojo onslaught for a while, Sarah completely gave way to the sensations he was causing through her now feeble body. He was in control of the blond beauty now, she was laid on her bedroom floor with her black servant at her side manipulating her, she was, and indeed had, submitted to his magic. But the magic was still to come! Sarah had gone into a sort of catatonic state and just lay there and let him do what he wanted to do. The arousal she was believing was her redemption, was driving headlong into, and under her black servants control and power. Kamal peeled away her blouse and bra slowly and unobtrusively, reaching under her he uncoupled her skirt and worked it down and off. Her panties were no bother. He also got out of his deliberately easy to remove clothes, and was now naked beside her. His prick was already at full attention, now all he had to do was get it into her and it would be over. Sliding gently so as not to alarm her he finally got between her knees, now he was staring right at her beautifully trimmed little golden blond bush. He sighed happily, "now Missy Sarah, just one more thing," he whispered suggestively and seductively in his deep baritone native accent. "Hmmm yes Kamal" was all Sarah offered. Still working her dynamite like nipples, he said, "You need this Missy Sarah," he told her, as he positioned himself above her ready to strike. Again Sarah answered with a, "Hmmm yes Kamal?" Even though she was stricken into stillness, her arousal had taken away her senses completely, she wasn't aware of the impending length of thick, black and heavily veined meat, that was about to plunder her golden treasures. Kamal looked down, and drove slowly and insistently forward and in. Sarah responded with a gasping "Ooooh, Kamal, what, oh, Kam... arggggh, oh n..., Hmmmm oh, oh, oh oh?" He was nearly all the way in when Sarah awoke to her plight, but now it was too late, he thrust it all in and started thudding in and out. Sarah had no defence against it, her body responded in the only way it could, with joyous acceptance of big cock. She was already in her highest ever state of arousal, there was nothing she could do but to submit to him, she did so. "Argggh, Oh Kamal what are you... Urggggh, eeeeeh, Ooooh, argh oh please Kam...." She orgasmed, it was the last time she would try to protest, now she gave herself over to the tremendous fuck she was about to receive. Kamal set to work, he knew how to fuck a woman into submission, and the blond beauty on her bedroom floor was no different. His long, thick, lumpy veined cock did its magic for him, he just assisted with his hips, powering into the now helpless white goddess below him, this was his first ever white woman, 'and,' he thought, 'what a beauty to start with.' His black prick was reaching, touching and feeling parts of her that were virginal. He pulled her hair out of its confinement, and while he was hammering into her at the speed of light, giving her no respite. Sarah cried out in previously unknown joy. Then he took what he knew would be the final risk to her subjugation, he issued his very first order. "When ever I am fucking you Sarah, you will have your hair down at all times, is that clear?" It was spoken demand from a masterful man. Sarah could only gasp, "Yes Kamal, yes." Battering her as hard as he had ever battered a woman Kamal went after her mind. Women, he already knew from past experience, couldn't stand this sort of heaped fucking, they gave in eventually, but he wouldn't. He would drive her on to near destruction, so that when he came back to her again, she would submit for fear and desperate desire of it being repeated. Sarah began to orgasm and climax continually, she had hardly ever had more than one or two at any given moment, but Kamal was centring on her very being, he owned her lock stock and barrel at this very moment, when it as over he would be gentle and loving. She would be and feel the most important woman on earth, he would see to that. And in return he knew her gratitude would be inestimable. Kamal kept up his sustained attack, he knew he could cum at any moment but he refused to, his fixation on this woman was such that her sole happiness, satisfaction, complete contentment, and utter desire to be taken again by him would be undeniable. His biggest problem he already knew, was, he wouldn't be able to keep the other three from her, David, his wife, and his very own wife would demand their share of this rare blond vision. They had all discussed it and planned it, David's wife had obtained the potion that had led him here in the first place. His other problem was, he owed a big debt for services rendered in the past to two local tribal chieftains, he knew he would be able to settle all debts through Sarah, though he didn't want to, he already wanted to keep her for himself, but would never be able to. Either of the other three could have her taken away from him if he didn't share her. "So Sarah," he said in his own head, "you are going to have to be handed around somewhat. You are going to be very busy keeping people happy while the Massa is away." He cast all these unhappy thoughts from his beleaguered head and concentrated on giving the majestic beauty below him the rewards her body so richly deserved. Sarah had never had a cock so big, so hard, so ribbed so intent on ripping her apart. She had never been even touched by a black man. Had never been made love to by a black man, it was all so new. She managed to open her eyes to the sight of him as he focussed on her, his deep dark brown eyes were boring right through her like laser beams. She felt him, felt the man in him, the superior being that some men of this world are, he was one, and she sensed it in him. A Real Black Love In The End He was a man of such strength, such power, dominance, and black, "Oh god," she thought, "so black, so wonderfully black." Sarah had more orgasms before he came, her slick blond love box was awash with her own cum when he demolished her with a blast so hard she lost her breath, it winded her, her feet and legs went right over his back as she thundered her, she was compelled at him in response. She cried then, tears of humility, joy, sincere thanks, complete devastation at being done like this, she had read about women who had cum, or been made to cum like this, and now she knew she would die a happy woman for being allowed to experience such a god given and created event. "Oh Kamal, Kamal, what have you done to me, what have you done, oh god in heaven what have you....?" She lost her power of speech, he answered for her. "You have just experienced me Sarah, that's what I've done; I have led you to where there is no other way for you." He looked down at her and knew he would possess her all night, she was his, tomorrow was another day, but tonight she belonged to him, and she would know it by the morning. Because he would have by then deposited his cum in all the three holes she had. He helped and pulled her to her feet, "get into bed Sarah, I have much more for you, so much more." She obeyed implicitly, knowing he was on top of her in everyway, she could never fight this, she would be his as long as she was here in Kenya, not knowing her immediate future had already been mapped out. Sarah fluffed her hair, glimpsed in the mirror opposite and shook her blond mane; she needed to look nice for him, her man, her lover, her black lover. She lay back as he got next to her. Sarah had a way of pouting when she was confronted by an insoluble problem; her full top lip seemed to inflate, bringing a angelic, cherubic and utter innocent look to her beautiful face. It would cause any man to wilt before her. Kamal saw it for the first time, his heart lurched, he had never been in the presence of such a beautiful gorgeous sexy woman as she. And she was his, he was her master, Sarah didn't know it yet but he was, he would depart that information later, just after he had fucked her ass! He leaned over the supple lithe little girl woman, and studied her body as his hands roamed freely over, in and around it, bringing oooh's and ah's from her. He climbed over her, knees either side and proffered his wet sticky cum laden cock to her. Sarah obediently opened her mouth and he dropped it in. "Suck it Sarah, suck my cock, my big black cock Sarah," she did, her tongue wrapped around the head, she licked and sucked hungrily. Now he wanted to tease her, to further her submission, "Do you like my big cock Sarah, hmmm?" She nodded her head, her blond hair mesmerised him as it slid around her. "Do you like sucking my black cock Sarah?" Sarah nodded. "Is this the first black cock you have sucked Sarah?" He fervently hoped it was. She nodded her head as vigorously as she could without losing his prick, she was too busy sucking it to speak. He reached behind and took each nipple causing her head to rise up, making his cock sink further into her mouth; her lips had locked tight around the black purple head. He pulled hard on each little nub, Sarah squealed around him. Then he squashed them flat between his fingers, she frowned in pain, but she wasn't letting his cock go, she sensed he was testing her, teasing her. Finding her out, and he was succeeding gainfully. Sarah sucked him to full erection, she was so proud of herself, he smiled at her, his dark brown face enamoured her now. His teeth were white and even a full dazzling smile that took away her mind, she loved it, she hadn't seen it, he had often smiled, for her, but until now she hadn't seen it, 'it's beautiful,' she told her self as she increased her own submission to him. All thought's of the 'mojo' were gone, what was in her mind now was this man on top of her, he had made love to her in a way she had never even knew had existed. His all powerful demeanour had put her where she was now, and was forever going to be, under his control. He got up from her and told her to get to her knees, she did so quickly, Sarah loved it from behind, it was her favourite way. She stuck her tight, taut and firm ass up in the air; she wiggled it suggestively to him, and dropped her head down and waited. Kamal positioned himself and sank his hard, heavy veined black cock deep into her pussy to re-lubricate it, her ass was already slick from the cum that had run down it. He pulled it out and pushed it right into her unsuspecting and unprotected ass. She cried out in pain and surprise, her feet shot backwards, but Kamal had his hold on her hips and waist, Sarah wasn't going anywhere! Her legs left the bed, she was on her elbows but she didn't dislodge the thick invader from her ass. She struggled and cried in pain, Kamal almost brutally pulled her further on to him. "Please Kamal, please stop, you are killing me, oh god please stop, I'm begging you Kamal please have mercy, oh please?" she wailed. His answer was to lay her down and use his far superior body weight to hold her down while he commenced her very first ass fuck. Sarah had no way of stopping him, he was now full in, all the way, his monstrous cock had split her in half, and he would fuck her like this until she yielded to him. She begged and pleaded but ultimately she fell still and silent apart from the sobs coming from her. He let go of her arms, and slid his hands under her, one went for her nipples, the other went to her pussy, both sets of fingers homed in on their targets. Soon, as his cock expanded her ass properly, and his fingers found and began their destruction of her senses again. She moaned, her blond beautiful head softly rolled from side to side, she was beginning to respond to her ass capture, he was winning the battle. He slowed and with slow gentle strokes Sarah began her take off to the heights of passion hitherto unknown. She had her first of many future ass orgasms, brought on by his knowing fingers. She humped back at him, she timed it to meet his gentle insistent downward thrust, and her soft receptive ass cheeks met his hips and they melded together. "I'm going to cum in you Sarah; I'm going to cum in your beautiful ass, are you ready for it?" "Oh yes Kamal yes, I am, oh god yes." She whispered gutturally. Now he told her who he was to her now. "Master, Sarah, call me master, I am your master Sarah, you will call me as such!" And he thudded his prick into her several times just to concentrate her mind. "Yes Master, master master, oh master please master, cum in me master, please cum in me, oh my master my master, my wonderful master." Sarah was chanting it. He grinned above her and powered his prick hard and deep into her making her cry out, orgasms hit her. "Master, Master Master!" Kamal unloaded, he filled her, she felt the surge of his cum swelling her insides, she wailed and cried in utter thanks at her demise. The heat intensified in her, the burning sensation caused further climaxes to destroy her. The beautiful blond English wife had been totally and completely taken, never again would she feel any different, her fuddled mind, and fogged brain struggled to think straight. Kamal, after he had emptied his balls into her slipped out. Sarah felt him leaving her ass, she despaired at the emptiness. He rolled onto his back, Sarah, after several minutes turned to him, put her arm around his waist and kissed his chest, he stroked the hair of the blond beauty, and said. "Lick me clean Sarah, go down there and lick and suck me clean." She was aghast, she looked at his black cock, lying there on his thigh, it was covered in his cum and her own shit. She was just about to say, "Please Kamal don't ask me to do that," but then she checked herself. It wasn't her choice was it, she thought, he had told her he was her master, and she had accepted it, and she did now. She didn't know why but it was the way it was. He had mastered her; she had submitted to him, there was no way back. Kamal was her black master for all time. Sarah closed her eyes and slid down him, her lips made contact with his prick, she opened her mouth and took him in, she forced herself not to smell him or taste him, or her. But she couldn't deny the cock in her mouth any more than she could deny day or night. Soon she was fervently sucking and licking him, she went all around his lower abdomen, his upper thighs, she asked him to turn over, she licked and sucked her master's black hairy ass. When she had finished she rose to her knees and asked him if she had done it properly? "Yes Sarah, that's really good, now go and clean your teeth and come back to bed. We need to sleep some." he told her. "Yes Ka..., master," she corrected herself, and looked at him apprehensively. He pointed a finger at her, and said, "The next time you make that mistake you will be punished, now go!" Sarah hurried off, his hold had tightened, she would work hard at not making mistakes, but she giggled to herself, "if he does me every time I make one, its going to be delicious punishment!" She hurried back, "Stop!" he said, as she entered the room. She pulled up to a dead halt. "Down on the floor now!" he ordered. Sarah dropped down like a stone. "Crawl here to me slut!" he told her forcefully. Sarah was bewildered, 'crawl?' she thought, but already she was on her way. Sarah crawled to him on her hands and knees. Her submission was total, she would never disobey him, never. "Up you come slut," he said, and patted the mattress of her own bed. "Yes master," she answered timidly, she climbed on to her bed and lay next to him. "Now," he said, "we need to get some things clear Sarah." "Do we master?" "You will be my slave, you are a slut, you are a whore, and you are a black cock cunt for me aren't you? Now repeat that Sarah." "Please master, I don't like using bad words," she told him. She suddenly found out what he was talking about when he had mentioned punishment. She was flipped over, her hands pulled behind her back, and Kamal began to slap her ass, he hit her hard, cheek by cheek, she howled in pain, sorrow, regret and remorse. It went on until he had to stop himself. "Now do I have to repeat that for you, or do you want more punishment Sarah?" "No master please don't hit me again, I will do what you say, please'" Her tears were real, and massive blobs ran down her cheeks to drop off her quivering chin. "Go ahead," was all he said. And through her sobs and tears Sarah told him. "I am your slave master, I, I, I am your slut, you... you... you're whore, and I am your black cock c, c, c, cunt master!" She was broken now, nothing left of her soul, she was his and his alone, 'no matter what he does, or says' she thought, 'I can never, nor will I ever, deny him, never!' The thoughts running through her mind didn't disturb her, she actually liked being his, it gave her a sense of utter satisfaction to be owned like this. To be at another mans beck and call, to do his bidding, made to do what ever he said, and no say in the matter. He was her black master, he had taken her, used her, abused her, and subjugated her to his will, he had bent her to him. All he would ever have to do was make love to her, or, perish the thought, refuse to make love to her, which would hurt her more than she could bear. That was a thought she definitely didn't like. The African lion that Kamal was, had hunted her down like the predator he was, she had been his prey. She had caught his attention, and he had caught and devoured her, she had been eaten alive by her master, she would never know no other. She had always had this trait in her, she had never known of it, until now it had stayed hidden waiting for him, who ever he happened to be, to find and take her, her owner. But Sarah knew it now, she knew that this had been a long time coming; she also thought that if someone back home had made a serious attempt on her, an unremitting one, she would have surrendered too. She had always more or less deferred to her husband and children without thought for her own ideas or interests, and this was the reason, she had been waiting for her master, and now he had found her, she was his. Before she fell to sleep she thought on her husband Stanley, "what about him? What will I do, what can I do?" She thought somewhat miserably. "How can I tell him about this, will I? What will, what would he say to me?" Stanley was his own man, he didn't like fools, and some of the weak people he knew, that was apart from Sarah, he had learned to love her child like ways, her naïveté. When she awoke in the morning, it was a brilliant sunny day, Sarah stretched her aching body, she was sore all over, gloriously sore, she actively revelled in it. Kamal was no where to be seen, he had gone for his breakfast where he had met David's wife in the kitchen she was all agog to know what had happened, had he been successful, had he defeated her.? "Completely Matilda," he told her, "completely. She already refers to me as master, just as you do when we are alone?" It was an enquiry, waiting for an answer. "Yes master," she told him and bowed her head, he was her master too, David never knew of it but he was, as he was Irene, her twin sister and his wife's master, both women were controlled by him and willingly so. And now he had ensnared Sarah, the Massa's wife. "Please master," she whispered, "can I take her breakfast and have some fun with her before they come to the house later, please master?" Matilda begged. "You did promise me master?" "Give it thirty minutes then come to my bedroom," he told her. She knew better than to ask, "Your bedroom master?" "Yes master I will," she was outside of the bedroom door as instructed, dead on thirty minutes, it didn't do to not do as she was told. She knocked quietly, she was dressed in a long dress, nothing else, she was naked under it. When she entered with the tray, Sarah jumped in utter surprise, she was on her back with Kamal on top of her and he was rutting her violently fabulously. Her moans were loud and plentiful, and she had no way of stopping the all consuming climax from claiming her soul. Kamal slowed and stopped and let her gain her breath, "Put the tray down Matilda, and join me," he told her. Matilda did as quickly as she could, almost tore her dress off and dived into the bed with them. Sarah was still in the throes oh her titanic orgasm and couldn't resist Matilda's first sweet kiss. "Mmmm, oh master she is so beautiful isn't she, May I?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and looking at Sarah's nipples. "Yes of course Matilda, Sarah, you behave your self, Matilda is going to look after you for me for a while, don't disappoint me, alright?" Sarah was so shocked and stunned she never said a word, but she looked at him quizzically. Then she looked at Matilda, who she had never really looked at either, and saw the dark beauty of her silky coal black skin, her coal black eyes tore into her. Her full and thick black African lips with her little pink tongue poking out between shiny white teeth. Kamal rose, picked up his things and left. "Now Missy Sarah," Matilda said, as she gripped a tiny hard pink nipple in her brown fingers. "We is gonna have some fun, me and you Missy, you ever been fucked by a black woman Missy, hmmm?" Sarah was speechless; her arousal, still in hot pursuit of satisfaction, returned with the tagging of her nipple, then hit her full force when Matilda bit the other one. She literally collapsed inside; Matilda dug fingers into her boiling hot white pussy and forced her over the edge. "You the master's slut now Missy Sarah, his whore, his white cunt for his black cock Missy, is that you now hmmm?" she taunted Sarah. Then she climbed over her, Sarah looked up at the naked, full breasted voluptuous black woman above her, when she didn't answer, Matilda slapped her face. "When I asks you a question Missy, you need to answer it, cosn ifn I tells the master you ain't doing what he tells you to do, he ain't gonna be too happy. Now, you got and answer for me missy, have you?" And she raised her hand again. "Yes Matilda yes," she told her maid. "Yes what, you his slut, whore, white cunt for his black cock, or what, tell me Missy!" Sarah knew there was no choice, "Yes Matilda I am the master's slut, his whore, his white cunt for his black cock Matilda, please Matilda," she cried. Matilda moved forward then and slid her pink lipped black pussy over Sarah's face, "Now Missy you munch on that for a while, and you had better make me cum or else." Matilda lifted her ample ass and pulled her cunt apart for Sarah to get a huge mouthful. Taking her nipples Matilda worked on Sarah, she could not resist the dominance she was under, She was the masters, she belonged to him, but Matilda was staking a claim too. Sarah had been having a string of firsts with Kamal, now she was having them for Matilda. Matilda made her cum with ease the minute she felt further back and got her clit. Matilda came over her face, almost drowning her in honey sweet nectar; Sarah loved feeling it on her lips, her tongue, and throat as she drank it in. When Matilda had finished cumming into Sarah, she slid down her and got Sarah's pussy, she ate it, sucked it and licked it. Sarah watched in utter astonishment as the black woman's pink tongue and dark lips created havoc in her body with unknown orgasms. Matilda explored her mistress's fabulous white soft creamy body, kissed her in a way no man could ever kiss another woman, every thing she did to and with her excited and dramatized her extremities in response to her. Matilda exerted a dominance over her, she gave way in return willingly, revelling in her touch, nearness and kisses. Sarah was finding out more about herself, submitting to Kamal had taken her by more than just surprise. But her maid Matilda had ruled her now too, Kamal had told her bluntly 'to behave or else' so the implied threat aided her submission to her. But Matilda could have just walked in and forced herself on her Missy Sarah, and she would have given way, she knew that in her own lovely blond head for certain. The more she thought of it, the more she was sure she was what Kamal had made her admit to. She was a slut, his slut, a whore, his whore, and a white cunt for black cock, his black cock. And now Matilda was making her feel the same way, she loved being in the hold of this black voluptuous big titted woman, who could if she wanted, force Sarah into submission, but both knew she didn't have to. Sarah was in, and in all the way, her life had changed for ever. But there was to be another surprise that night. Matilda was busy with Sarah for most of the day enjoying her luscious body, but it was Sarah's cunt that got most of her attention, Matilda loved the glistening white pink lips as she fed of them. Sarah had her nipples almost sucked off and bitten away, she had never endured so many fabulous cums in her life, they weren't the all shattering ones, just the kind that creep around your body so deliciously. Matilda made her bathe her, it was a sight, Sarah on her knees at the side of her bath, washing and obeying her supposed to be maid. Kamal came back and Matilda hurried off, but not before thanking him. "Master, you are de man," she told him respectfully. He told her he knew that. Then he talked to Sarah. "Sarah you know your place here now, yes?" "Yes master," she replied, head bowed. "Good, now we have to know how to go about things. When your husband is here in residence, you will be Missy Sarah to us all. You will behave the way you know you should." "Yes master," she replied. A Real Black Love In The End "But of course I will want you to be free for me when ever opportunity permits," he said, "I will need your body under me to fuck, tell me Sarah, is that within your desires to be rutted by your master when your husband is here in the house, maybe even right in the next room?" "Oh yes master, I will be free for you even if you tell me to offer you me even if he's right next to me." Kamal knew that wasn't a good idea, he had plans for her husband too. He told her they would go back to being how it should be for the next few hours, "you can get used to changing as and when you have to Sarah." "Yes master," she said softly. At 8pm while Sarah was having dinner, her husband rang to chat and see how she was doing. And Sarah as she walked to pick up the phone, the worry about her husband just fell away, she answered in a gay chatty voice. "Stanley," she gushed, happy to hear his voice, they talked for a long time, Sarah was her normal self, no indications that things had changed, that she had changed, had been changed. She suddenly understood now that she was the slut, the whore, the married white cunt for black cock Kamal had told her she was. And it made her happy; she wanted to get him off the phone so she could call Kamal and tell him that he was right. "I am what you say I am master, I believe in it, you and everything you tell me sir, my master." She dashed to the in house intercom and pressed the right button. "Yes," his voice answered. "I have finished on the phone master," she told him, wanting him to come to her immediately. "Good, go to your room and prepare your self, something sexy." "Yes master, oh yes!" she hissed in her excitement. Sarah raced off to get ready, she checked herself in the mirror. She knew she could never look any better or sexier than this, her face was flushed, her nipples ached, her pussy was on fire. "Oh god I need him so badly, I need his black cock in his married white cunt!" she told herself, alarmed at her use of such profanities. Sarah reclined on the bed in the most inviting pose she could, she looked utterly fabulous, and oh so ready to be fucked by her loving master. She heard him eneter the ante room just outside her bed chamber, and when he walked in, all she saw was black cock protruding from his body, nothing else entered her vision until he was at the side of her bed, she looked up dreamily into his dark eyes and stopped dead. She was looking at David, the other of the four servants. "David, what are you doing here, Kamal is..." then the penny dropped, Kamal had sent David to her instead. He smiled thinly, then got on the bed with her. "You look so fantastically beautiful my white feline married cunt!" He said, as he was speaking he was on her, knees either side, she was pinned under him. "Please David, you mustn't, this isn't right." She bleated. "Nothing could ever be more right Sarah, you, me, us, and we are going to fuck all night my little lover of black cock, and you know you can't say no to it can you?" His cock was right in her view, the head was pointing at her, almost sitting on her chin, dark and purpled red, hard, black and unforgiving. Sarah couldn't answer, he was right, but he didn't have to taunt and tease her did he? She thought. Sarah had been guessing, and rightly, that this may very well be her desitiny, her fate maybe. That this was the person from inside of her waiting to emerge into the sun, or is it the dark world she was sliding into. David broke her thoughts. "Tell me you want my black cock Sarah, beg me for it," he wiped the head across her inviting lips. "Go on you married white cunt for black cock bitch, beg me!" He slapped her face with it, pushed it at her lips. "Beg me for my black cock you cunt!" Sarah had never been spoken to in this manner in her life, she was shattered into submission, had this been any other person she would have railed against it, she would have been outraged, but it wasn't. It was a black man, one of her paid hands, and he was on top of her in her own bed, and slapping her with his cock, his black cock. She broke, again, "Please master I need you, I need your black cock, please give it to me, I need it and you so desperately, please master please." David hadn't been prepared for her to call him master, but he liked it, he liked it a lot. He would tell Kamal that she had begged him to be fucked. That he was her true master, not him, this would be the first time ever that he had had a chance to better him, to David, this was landmark turning point. David kneeled up and pushed his black prick in between Sarah's luscious lips, she sucked and licked hungrily, she loved it, she worshipped black cock, nothing in her life would ever be better than this, she thought, as she swallowed as much as she could. All thoughts of rebellion had been stripped away by his words, taunting her, compelling her to admit to her lust for it. Davis put his hands above her head and began to fuck her mouth, her cheeks bulged as it went in and became sunken when he pulled out. Her lips wouldn't let it go; they clamped down tight on the outward stroke, and allowed him to slip back in at will. Soon even David couldn't hold it back, watching the blond beauty devour his prick built him up into an unstoppable crescendo of cum which jetted into her cavity, and to slide down her silken throat, he kept cumming and cumming, she swallowed it all, nearly drowning herself in the process. He slipped his flaccid cok out as she finished him off, pulled her lacy thong off, and began to finger her to an arousing climax, he kissed her passionately, squeezed and rolled her distended nipples, she came again. She knew that anyone of her servants could do what they wanted to her, she could neither stop them, nor wanted to. Sarah loved being sexually abused like this, dominated into submission, having black skin all over her, around her, it sent her in to crazy needful attention, she didn't care what they did with her, just as long as she got black cock, black skin, and also black pussy. She got hold of David's cock and began to toy with it, she wanted him hard again, she needed him in her. Her other hand got his big balls. She salivated at the feel of it all, then, the first twitch, "Oh thankful heaven," she said to herself. She looked at David and gave him her best loving seductive kiss. "Please master make love to me, fuck me master, fuck your black cock slut, I need you so badly master fuck me please please please fuck me." Using profanities were becoming second nature; she felt it was expected of her, so she used them. It was the most heartfelt plea she had ever made to any man or woman, or any other human being. David rose above her and plunged his newly re erected prick savagely into Sarah's baking hot pussy, she cried out in pain at the severity of him, he ploughed his way in and out, hitting her with massive thumps of his hips. Her knees were up under his arms, total access was his, she held him in her arms as he systematically almost destroyed her vagina. The pain was bad, but it didn't stop the gigantic never ending orgasms washing through her like a flood at high tide. David fucked her this way for the next ten minutes until his own thrill began its insistent crawl through him, he was going to cum, and cum big! He shot load after load of cum into Sarah's now hapless body, fully subservient to the man above her. She was almost lifeless when he slowed to a stop. He rolled away, turned her face towards him and said. "That my little married white cunt for black cock is how a man, a real man, fucks a woman, his woman!" Sarah looked at him and knew what he had meant, David had never achieved this level of fucking, which was why his wife had been taken by Kamal. But he had achieved it with Sarah, and knew he could always achieve it too. "Oh David, David, that was the best ever for me, I have never had it so good, you are the best ever I swear." Then things took a serious turn, for her especially, he asked her. "Do you have money Sarah, a lot of money?" She was worried now, what were his intentions. "Yes master, but why do you ask?" "Because Kamal is intent on sending you away to other men before you leave Kenya," he told her. "Other men, why, what for, what do you mean?" she asked. He told her about Kamal's previous dealings with tribal chiefs, "he owed debts to them he could never pay, and his life was under threat, using you he can get rid of the debts, but in the process you may disappear into the country." So why do I need money master?" she loved the way that word tripped off her tongue now. Then he hit her with the bombshell. "To start a new life with me thousands of miles from here, where no one would find you." "But I would just be your prisoner master, I like being your slave, but I don't want to be a prisoner?" "You will never be my prisoner Sarah, a slave to me yes, a love slave, a black cock slave, but a willing one. Kamal will end up killing you, or losing you to the tribal chiefs forever, and no way could you ever escape, never." For some reason Sarah saw truth in his eyes, she believed him. "Can we go into Nairobi later, and if you can allow me some free time, I need to make some calls to London, to my banks and my investors." She told him, now she was falling in love with him, the thought mangled her mind. She, a forty year old married woman, had met and fallen or was falling, in love with a black man who was her servant! "Can you keep Kamal and Matilda away from me master?" she asked. "I can do all of that." It was time for the final clash of wills, and possible battle with Kamal, he had never beaten him at anything, this was the time to start. He went to their living quarters where he found him in bed with Matilda, his wife, this inflamed him even more, and more determined to win the up coming battle. He had in his hand a cricket stump. Yanking Kamal out of his own bed by the hair, he crashed the stump across Kamal's shoulders, he heard the cracking of bones, Kamal screamed. David stood over him, his wife screamed too. David told her to be quiet or she would get the same. Pressing the pointed tip into Kamal's Adams apple he told him to stay away from Sarah for good, to not even look at her, then he pointed it at his wife and told her the same, finishing the statement with:- "If you ever go near her again, either of you I will kill you!" And just for good measure he thrust the point into Kamal's neck, making him cry out in fear, as he walked past Matilda he cracked her on the head with it, she was knocked out. He returned to the main house and went in, Sarah was just putting the phone down, "I have to go to Nairobi to open an account, I have all my details it will be easy." She told him. They set off on the one hour drive and talked. He told her he had a family home 1400 miles away, they would go there first, then he would take her to find a house of her own where he would stay and 'look' after her, he told her with a knowing smile. Sarah laughed, "yes master, I know I will get looked after." They stopped halfway there for a cock break; Sarah gobbled him as fast as she could. Then David fucked her in her ass over the back seat violently, Sarah caved in once more, her tears were real, but so then were her instantaneous orgasms. She opened her accounts, and transferred a sum in there that made David's eyes water. Back at the house no one was there, they had got out of the way, to a hospital where Kamal was having his broken shoulder looked at. Sarah packed all of her things and wrote Stanley a long letter of regret, remorse and sadness, but she had to do this she wrote, it was her future. Sarah's last words were. "I believe you will understand why Stanley, I'm sure you know me better than I did, and I'm sure you suspected that something like this would occur in time anyway." "Goodbye Stanley, may god always bless you, and please tell the children I am happy and that I will be in touch as soon as I can." David showed her photos of his home; on the small veranda was a very pretty young black woman, this alarmed Sarah. David saw it and laughed. "Don't worry, that's my only sister, she is 22 years old and the reason I work here, its so I can take care of her, she has been ostracised by all our family and friends." "Ostracised master, why?" Sarah asked. "Well," he said, "she prefers women Sarah, she refused point blank to marry the man selected for her, she says that in 2013 women should be allowed to choose whom they loved." "I agree master, will she live with us?" "Yes Sarah she will have to." He told her. "Mmmm," Sarah said, "I'm looking forward to meeting her, very much indeed, she really is pretty isn't she?" The light went on in David's head, he guffawed loudly.