My Neighbor- Ch. 7
It took me longer to get ready than Juwon wanted. Too bad. I would have been ready to go in seconds, but he had to have his way with me, in my dress, with my cape, and on the balcony three floors up, in plain sight. I learned a lot about him, and it made me worry a little. He admitted he had ***** that head cheerleader. While he didn’t admit to getting her pregnant, one only had to listen to the gossip and look at the timelines to do some math. He had already forced me more than once, though sometimes I was more willing than not. But he had proved to me he was capable of it. He was capable of ****** a woman and capable of ****** me, even though I am the wife of his neighbor. If my husband knew, I don’t know what his reaction would be.
One night as my husband and I made love, while I yearned for more intensity from him, he wasn’t willing to deliver it. He never was. He treated me like a fine crystal, yet there were many times I just wanted him to ride me hard and put me away wet. Truth was that I liked it rough. Juwon could be rough, while my husband, Steve, couldn’t. It was creating conflicting feelings within me, and these were magnified at the moment. Juwon had just ***** me and had given me quite a joyful release, one that I had enjoyed A lot, now what was I to do?
As I was still cleaning myself up in the bathroom, Juwon knocked on the door.
“Hey, you need to hurry up, we’re already late! My parents keep texting me!”
“Alright. Sorry, I am going to be a few minutes. Maybe you should just go on, and I will meet you there as soon as I can.” A plop could be heard as I was able to get another dollop of Juwon’s semen to fall from my vagina.
“Jeez, Juwon, just how much did you cum in me?”
I heard him chuckle.
“You make me do it a lot. I can’t help it.”
After a short pause, he spoke up. “My parents want me there now. So I’ll see you there. And hurry up, okay?”
“Alright, I’m doing my best.”
I heard the door slam as he left me to my tidying up, and I began to muse on everything. With him gone, I stepped out of the bathroom, took off my clothes, and popped into the shower, keeping the nozzle aimed below my ribs. I needed to keep my makeup pristine, or I would be another hour, but I had to get clean down below. Juwon had made a mess of me. Taking my panties and wringing them out, I hung them from the doorknob as I washed my crotch, thinking of my predicament.
I was in this fancy and very expensive resort to be Juwon’s date. Even though I was a married woman, age 24, I did look young for my age, and my husband had permitted me to go with Juwon and his ******, and for me to act as his date, for this prestigious event we were now at. I was to be Juwon’s girlfriend and be arm candy. They had even sprung for this enormously expensive outfit. It was so expensive that it not only cost more than my mortgage payment, but it also was incredibly sexy and revealing. I was beginning to think that the more expensive the dress, the smaller it had to be. The fact Juwon’s mom picked it out with me spoke volumes in itself. But being a Nigerian princess, Akanni wanted only the best for her American-born son. So she made sure that what I wore was the best money could buy, and was sexy, pretty, alluring, and all that. It also made me look incredibly fuckable, as my husband would say. Which created its problems.
Juwon had not grabbed my suitcase, instead, he only grabbed my travel bag, which had my toiletries in it. Left at home were my spare clothing, my wedding ring, other necessities, and most of all, my cervical cap. I knew Juwon and I would be having sex; we had been for over a month. But with Steve and I trying to start our ******, I was living a game of Russian Roulette with my fertility and my womb. I expected to ovulate any day if I hadn’t already. I was, in short, wildly fertile.
Finally clean, I got out and toweled off, next getting dressed in that very short, circular, black satin dress that exposed most of me, and in a stiff breeze, had already exposed even more of me, and the circular black satin cape to give me that allure and create sexual tension with men. Add the opera-length satin gloves, and my micro-panties that covered my labia and held them closed, also in matching black satin. My new black strappy heels added the 4 inches I needed to not appear like a child then completed my ensemble. With my auburn hair in a French swirl, I was looking like a combination of sex doll, sex object, sex toy, and sexual kink, all rolled into one petite white wife yet was the date of a handsome, virile son of a powerful black man. And here I was, about to be entering into the den of unknown lions. With the clicking of the latch, I was on my way to the main ballroom.
My room was on the opposite of, well, everything. Juwon’s room and his parents, Akoni and Akanni, were adjacent to each other, and on the other side of the resort, as was the ballroom. So I made my way, my cape closed about me, as my hips swiveled in a seductive strut, the hem of my dress flitting easily as the thin, double-sided satin easily moved with my swaying hips and the slightest puff of air. There was a long open-air ramp I had to use to cross over the lobby, and as I pushed the door open, I had forgotten about how windy it was. I had gotten not more than two steps across, and out of the shelter of the wall when the wind hit me, full-force, and I squealed. In a flash, my dress and cape were suddenly flying up, and above my head, exposing my body fully to anyone looking at me. I might as well have been naked.
I flailed for a moment as my satin-gloved fingers fought to gain traction on the satin dress and then my cape, so I could at least see where I was going and hurry across. Battling, I finally got my dress down enough to hurry as fast as I could and maintain some dignity as I crossed the ramp, no doubt with some on the ground looking up. They could see, I had an idea, but I had no clue if anyone on my level had been watching me, though. If someone had, then they had seen everything, including how small my panties were, exposing my pearl and landing strip to their gaze. When I finally got across and into the other wing, I took a moment to restore my outfit and looked about. I saw two black men in tuxedos walking far behind me, and a black couple ahead of me. Maybe I had dodged a bullet? The only sure thing was my hair. I had enough hairspray in it to be used as a hammer if needed. It was the one thing I didn’t want to do, to look like a wreck as the evening went on.
Finally reaching the entrance to the ballroom, I took a moment to gather my wits and decide on my entrance. I decided to open my cape and let it drape off my shoulders, revealing my cleavage and side-boob, and the hem of my dress so short it revealed my panties and clit if I turned too fast, someone walked too fast past me, I walked too fast, I had to swoop down to pick something up, a fan blew in my general direction, a door opened, a door closed, I stepped outside, I sat in a car, I got out of a car, sat on a sofa, or even sat in a chair. Of course, the hem of the cape was maybe half-an-inch longer, so my legs were in open view no matter what. As I was fussing with my cape, a young black woman came to me and reached up to help. In her Nigerian accent, she spoke gently.
“Ah, please allow me, Miss Recreant…” and she nimbly folded the cape back to drape properly from my shoulders. I smiled at her. I had asked that my maiden name be used, to cover my tracks, if necessary.
“Thank you. Umm, how do…”
“How do I know who you are?” she smiled. “It is simple. On my list, I know who couples are and who are not. Your young man is already inside and told me you are running a few minutes behind. A woman such as you must surely be his date.”
She spoke with such a warmth and relaxing tone; it did make me feel better. Almost as if I was being personally welcomed.
“Then thank you, and I am indeed Suzi Recreant.”
As I entered, I was immediately in the glare of bright lights. They must have had some formal entrance thing going on. I tried to look about, to see Juwon, but in a room filled with hundreds of black people, it was like picking a needle in a haystack. I gave up and started to make my way out of the spotlights, when an older man came up to me, holding two glasses of Champagne. He was as black as night and spoke with that same Nigerian accent. I gathered most of the people I would be speaking with tonight had the same.
“I trust you are someone’s date, and if not, I am claiming you as my own for the evening.” He offered with a smile as he offered the flute to me.
Taking it graciously, I plastered on my best, polite smile and thanked the man. He started to make small talk, got my name, and started to flirt with me a bit. I got the impression he was more of a womanizer than anything, and he had eventually cornered me against a wall, switching out my half-empty flute with another from a passing waiter. I was doing my best to deftly dodge his parries and thrusts, even as he moved uncomfortably close into my personal space and was starting to fondle the front of my dress. I did not doubt at one point he had even managed to steal a look down the front of my body, and my hard nipples. They had been poking out like frozen gumdrops all day.
Between the bubbly and his suave flirting, I was slowly realizing he was making some progress with me, and it was a last-minute rescue from my date that saved me. He broke in between us and used his superior assertiveness and bulk to intercede.
“Thank you, Mr. Chukwu, for finding my girlfriend.”
Juwon’s tone, while friendly, left no doubt about who was really in charge of the moment. Mr. Chukwu might be somebody important, but at that moment, Juwon made it clear that despite Mr. Chukwu’s importance, or self-entitlement, Juwon would be happy to drive him into the ground like a nail. I smiled at Mr. Chukwu and offered him a good evening as Juwon escorted me away, my hand on his arm as he very gallantly escorted me to the ****** table on the other side of the ballroom. I looked up at Juwon sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Honey, he was on me before I could even see inside the room.”
“Yeah, I saw. I just couldn’t get away at that moment, but I was keeping an eye out. I’m not letting anyone have my girlfriend unless I say so.”
I didn’t recognize the importance of what he was saying then, but later, I would figure it out.
I was seated and wound up having a lovely dinner with Juwon and his ******, as well as some Nigerian general, and three other men. Akanni and I were the only ladies at the table, and as I looked around, I could only spot the very occasional Caucasian girl. In a room of maybe 400 people or so, there were maybe ten of us white girls. There also wasn’t a white man to be found, except for the waiters. They were mostly all white. I was seated between Juwon and some Nigerian Military general, who wore his uniform and medals. He told me his name, but it seemed to be unpronounceable with the human mouth, so I just called him by his title. He had so many medals, I doubted most of them were real. Veterans can tell at a glance, and as the wife of a veteran, I had an idea, myself. But I wasn’t about to insult him or call him out for any form of stolen valor. If he said he was a General, then to me, he was a General. Akanni and I were nearly opposite, and Akoni sat next to his wife, with some other dignitary seated on her other side. The others were people everyone else seemed to know, but I expected that. I was intending to play my role as perfectly as I could. Arm candy that should be seen and not heard. What was I getting out of it?
I was helping a neighbor I liked dearly, I was getting a chance to have intense carnal knowledge with my date, multiple times, and I was staying in this remarkable venue, with a room bigger than my bedroom, with more amenities than I had ever seen, with a beautiful view and I hoped, a visit to the spa. A message sounded so amazing! I didn’t know it, but I was also getting exposure to a different way of life. A life of a culture I was unfamiliar with, a culture of wealth, power, influence, and the like. What was viewed as good, bad, indifferent, and what they thought about things like U.S. politics (pretty stupid), U.S. media (beyond stupid), and the U.S. military (scary-strong). I was finding myself agreeing with a lot of the discussions, and as I sat there and ate very daintily, I was coming to like these people. I learned Nigeria is not the backward country a lot of people think it is.
Things did get interesting when I felt a hand on my leg, under the table. Only it wasn’t Juwon’s, it was the General’s. Juwon was using his right hand to eat and gesture, while mine was as well, freeing my body up to the probing left hand of the General. His hand started slow, just resting on my mid-thigh, and then began to softly and slowly move up and down. The tips of his fingers were actually on my inner thigh, and I couldn’t prevent him from feeling too much as I had crossed my legs as I sat to eat, my right leg higher and exposed. I looked over at him and he was looking away, paying attention to his right, all the while continuing to feel me. I gave him perhaps ten seconds before I set my fork down and placed my hand on his, and gently ushered it away. He looked at me, smiled, and then spoke so softly I couldn’t hear him. Leaning over, I had to ask him to repeat his words.
“You are Juwon’s girl, but you will be my bitch tonight. Just watch.”
I couldn’t even speak as I was just so stunned, and I leaned back, looking at him as he just smiled, a smug grin that told me he was used to getting his way. I just shook my head softly, politely smiling and I replied, using a soft touch to my normally soft voice.
“It is kind of you to offer, but I am spoken for.”
He smiled at me some more and simply said “I know.” As his hand resumed its place on my thigh.
The man was certainly persistent, and after a few more trials of remove and replace, I heard Akanni ask me if things were alright.
“Yes, I’m fine, Akanni, thanks.”
That seemed to settle the matter, and the General could now lay claim to my right leg, which he did, sliding his hand up and down, while I kept my legs crossed to stymie his efforts to touch my vulva. That wasn’t going to be a battle he would win.
But he did manage to find the hem of my dress and slide his hand underneath, easily feeling around my hip and my butt, and after some gentle searching, he discovered I wasn’t wearing granny panties.
“I am flattered to think you wore such tiny underwear for me, young lady.”
“I didn’t.”
“No matter, I will be removing them soon.” He sniffed and then looked away, still leaving his hand on my thigh.
I gave up and let him have his victory, as it was going to be the only one he had.
After dinner, there were the usual speeches and so on, and Akoni got his due recognition. He was saving lives all around the world, now, and he was donating a princely sum to the Nigerian National Health Insurance Scheme, to help reach more people with affordable healthcare. The room erupted with a roar and standing ovation, which of course I joined in, only to feel the General’s black hand groping my butt-cheek and a swift brush of my butt-crack as I sat down at the end as we took our seats. I looked at him, trying to be polite, but warning him off. This time it was Juwon who saw and asked me if I was alright.
“I’m fine, Honey…” I purred to him and then leaned over to whisper into his ear.
“Don’t let me out of your sight. This General creep has been molesting me all dinner long.”
Juwon looked over and saw the man looking innocently away, while the General’s hand was still on my thigh under the table, slowly sliding back and forth.
“It’ll be fine, Suzi, just relax. He isn’t going to do anything here.”
I looked at him and gave him a dubious look and shrugged. It was my ‘If you say so’ look.
After the dinner and speeches came dancing and the party. Open bar, a good DJ and flashing lights were making the place far more fun, and for a while I got lost in the event, on Juwon’s arm, smiling, looking pretty, and being polite. With my cape draped over the back of my chair, I was pretty much revealed. The single layer of satin couldn’t mask my hard nipples, and the small amount of fabric couldn’t hide my cleavage, my side-boob on both sides, and the bottom of my butt-cheeks. I did have the occasional wardrobe mishap, as I was either taken too close to the door and I got a gust of breeze, or I had to pivot too quickly, and the circled hem flared out. I doubt much of my vulva was witnessed, as it was dark, save for the flashing lights of the DJ, and the brightly-lit area of the photo booth.
Eventually, Juwon took me there to get our photos taken, and the photographer had me standing with Juwon, facing each other and leaning in, my silken-gloved hand on his masculine chest, while my head leaned in. I could not help but close my eyes and smile, which was met with a sudden flashing of lights.
“Oh, that was just too good, I couldn’t resist!” the photographer said. “Now, let’s do this…”
He had me standing next to Juwon, and I kicked a front toe, my hand on my waist as a saucy smile crossed my lips, and got another bright flash as my reward. I was getting into this, having fun modeling different poses and even facial appearances, from cute, to pretty, to polite and even lustful. After we were done, Akoni came over and asked for Juwon. After they spoke quietly, Juwon spoke to me.
“Can you hang out here? I gotta go meet a few people, and it may be a bit. My *** says it is ‘man stuff’.”
I got what he meant. It was time for the real power meetings to happen, and my date was to be included. Not the time for the dumb date to be hanging around, getting bored.
“Of course…” I smiled. “Just don’t be too long!” I leaned up and stole a quick kiss on the cheek, using my thumb to try and smear it away. I didn’t expect to leave much of a mark, as my lipstick was waterproof and damn-near indestructible.
As Juwon left, I heard my name called, and turned to find the photographer asking me to pose with some of the men in line. I looked for Akoni or Akanni for guidance, but they were elsewhere, so I decided it couldn’t hurt, and who knew, maybe give some rise to Juwon’s status with these more powerful men?
So, I wound up in the lights, as a man after man had a picture or two with me. Some asked me to kiss them on the cheek, and while ordinarily, I would not have flinched, my role of being the dutiful girlfriend held me back. A lot of the men, both young and old, were satisfied to have me smile at them as our photo was taken, but a few wanted a cozier photo memory, and I had arms around my waist, or worse, on my ass, holding me close. A lot of cheap feels were being taken, certainly! I kept smiling, not wanting to create a scene, but I could not help but think that if these pictures ever got out, I would look like some sort of floozy or something. The worst, however, was the group photos. Small groups of two, three, or even four would surround me, and the photographer would require us all to stand very tightly together. It didn’t take long before hands were groping my ass, sometimes one, sometimes two, and several times a third was reaching up under my dress, to cup and grope my butt or even delve into my crack. A couple of these black hands even managed to snap the elastic string on my panties with a sharp crack as the photo was taken, eliciting a response from me as it was impossible to not react, and causing the photographer to re-take the shot, only now the men were positively beaming at having molested the pretty redhead.
I must’ve been modeling for the line of men for perhaps forty-five minutes when the last was through and the photographer came to me after shutting down his equipment. I had taken a break in my seat, thankful for a rest for my feet. The glasses of Champagne being poured for me didn’t hurt, either.
The photographer returned to me as I sat, and I rose to meet him as he took my hand. He offered me a business card and asked if I would model for him some time, and we would enter some sort of business arrangement. I was very flattered, of course, but only told him I would consider it after discussing it with my boyfriend. I had to again play up Juwon as the man in charge. Though he was a black man, the photographer was not one I would consider myself being attracted to, for despite his energetic and enjoyable manner, he was not blessed with good looks. With a dumpy body and a disfigured face, I doubted I could ever do anything more than let him take my photo. I had heard too many stories of models who slept with their photographers. I could not envision myself doing that, at all.
As he strode off, I felt a hand on my ass. I froze for a moment and had the flash of a thought. “Damn, that didn’t take long.” I was betting on it being that old guy, Mr. Chukwu. He had been making eyes at me pretty much all evening. But when I moved my hand to try and grasp the wrist of my tormentor, I was wrong. It was the General.
“General, really…” I said as I turned to him. “I am flattered, but I have a boyfriend, you know that.”
He didn’t move, or remove, his hand, and kept cupping my ass as he pulled me closer to him. His hand was now firmly up under my dress.
“I know you do. Yet here you are, alone. The sexiest white girl here. You are a real treasure to behold, young Suzi. A man like me can do extraordinary things for you.”
I snorted. I couldn’t help it.
“Oh, I am sure you can, but my heart is set on my boyfriend. I am flattered you think so highly of me.” My words ended with a polite smile, as I leaned back to get what separation I could, using my hand on his arm to try and push gently.
“Oh, I do, young Suzi. Believe me when I tell you that most of the men here have desires for you. Men have been discussing you all evening. I am just lucky enough to have found you here alone first and am important enough that they know when I am staking my claim.”
Okay, now it was getting a little too serious. Flirting and groping are one thing. But ‘staking a claim’ on me? Not today. I slid my hand down his arm to his wrist as his hand was still groping my ass, and I applied a little more pressure. He was lucky I was wearing gloves, or my nails would be drawing blood. With a harsher tone, I looked him directly in the eyes.
“General, this has gone far enough. I am not going to do anything with you. Certainly not tonight. I am here as my boyfriend’s date, and I am exclusive with him, and him only.”
“Perhaps, Girl, perhaps… but the night is still young.”
He took my refusal fairly well, I thought, not taking his words very seriously. I mean, he was just some arrogant ass, and an out-of-shape one, at that. General or not, I felt fairly sure I could have Juwon kick his ass into next week if I told him what the General had been doing. I knew Juwon was certainly capable of it, I would just need to motivate him. That is if the General got more insistent with me.
Shortly after, as I was poured my fourth glass of Champagne, Juwon returned, with a few other men. I smiled, seeing him, and as he approached, I stood and lifted my arms about his neck and kissed him easily on the lips.
“I have missed you, Stud!”
“So have I…” he replied, his hands sliding around the satin of my dress, and pulling me closer.
“I want to bail on this place and see more of you. But I have one more thing to do. How about I see you in your room, and we’ll see what we can do fuck each other, as you like to say, ‘stupid’?”
His mimicking of my phrase made me break into a wide smile, and I already felt my body beginning to react. The drink, combined with my being in a large room, surrounded by tons of handsome black men, and being groped and molested by maybe half of them, had my motor already running. If I were just here on my own? I likely would be part of some wild gangbang or something. I was getting hornier as the moments ticked by.
I agreed and we parted with a last quick kiss I turned to collect my cape, swirling it around with a flourished wave, until I could close the clasp securely at my neck and make my way out. Juwon exited with his father and a couple of other men out a different door.
Heading back to my room, it had been hours and darkness had now fallen. A moonless night, with a freshening on-shore breeze. I had not bothered to check the weather forecasts, but I could imagine rain would be coming in the next few days, at most. My mind had been musing on Juwon and his cock, and what he would do to me, and even where, when felt a soft grasp of my arm. Looking over with a soft gasp was that old lecherous man, Mr. Chukwu.
“I see you are alone again, Miss Anders?”
“Not exactly, you see, as I am heading to my room for a nightcap with Juwon.”
I wanted to make a point of the fact my boyfriend would be expecting me, Alone.
He let out an expression of comprehension, but his next words were almost mocking.
“Ah, yes, the proverbial nightcap. Another term for a man and a woman to be more intimate and sharing.”
I rolled my eyes. It was rude of me, but I couldn’t help it. I was starting to dislike the man. If only because he either was too slow to take the hints offered by Juwon, or too driven to take them seriously.
“Perhaps, Mr. Chukwu, however, that is between him and me, behind closed doors.”
“Ah, yes, behind closed doors.” He spoke as if mentoring me.
I had to keep in mind that I had to keep the mind of an older teenage girl, not a wife my real age and experience.
“What about them?” I intentionally boarded his train of thought.
“In my homeland, a husband and wife do not necessarily care about constraining where they enjoy the gifts of marriage. Indeed, in the jungles where my ****** heritage lies, we did not care who could hear or even see, men and women enjoying themselves. For we did not have anything more than simple huts out on the trails, and when traveling, oftentimes we were simply sleeping in the open, though, of course, we would often be hidden off the trails, for protection from warring tribesmen.”
“Of course.” I nodded. I had to agree, that made sense.
“Ah, but when we were in a safe area, oh, how the blood tingled to be coupling under the stars…”
His voice trailed off as he seemed to go into a reflection of past times when we reached the doors to the ramp crossing between the two halves of the resort.
I reached the rampart and the wind immediately assaulted my attire, and as on my way before, the cape and dress billowed up, and uncovered me, fully, only as I worked to bring them down, two hands worked to keep my hands off-duty. His body pressed against mine until I was held fast against the low wall, affording a great view of the resort and the ocean, if my dress had down enough for me to see it, however as it was now later at night, and it was pitch dark, save for the pool area below me and some dim pathway lights leading to the gold course. Even the building lights were dimmed.
I grunted softly as I began to use my hands for self-defense, trying to push my way backward, only to feel those gnarled, ebony hands now on my body, reaching around my chest and groping my breasts from the bottom and squeezing them firmly. My nipples, already firm and pointed all day and night, it seemed, became solid points of pleasure, as his calloused palms rubbed them. I still struggled, thinking someone would see me, or us, but time seemed to take forever.
“Mr. Chukwu! Don’t! Let me go! Juwon will be pissed!”
I heard a chuckle as a reply and then words menacingly dark into my ear.
“Oh, don’t worry, young Suzi, Juwon’s evening is well-filled. It has been seen to. Your young man will be spending the evening with the rich and powerful, and his future is going to be bright. Very bright indeed!”
One of his hands began to slide down my stomach and then around until his dark fingers reached my vulva and my tiny excuse for panties. I gasped softly as his fingers began to molest the top of them, and then play with my clit, which was now starting to emerge from its protective cape. It did not take long for my voice to mewl as the first wave of pleasure washed over me.
“If you went to your room for your nightcap, you would be very much alone, my dear, and now, instead, you shall spend it with men who are very powerful in our own country, and even here, in yours.”
My hands continued to flail, my mind somehow thinking if I covered myself, I would be safe, yet it was not to be. I could feel his erection as he began to dry-hump against my backside, my 4-inch strappy stilettos giving me the right height, and tilting my pelvis enough to give him a perfect shot at my rear cleavage. All the while, his fingers were deftly massaging and teasing my erogenous zones, my nipples, and my clit. I was growing hotter and hotter with every passing minute.
He then was able to nuzzle his face against my head, and he whispered even more darkly through the fluttering satin that still blinded me.
“You best pray you are on birth control, or you will have a black baby inside you before you get home.”
That was all it took for me to surrender, and I fell back against him, my head on his shoulder as my body yielded to the intensity of the public nudity, the flapping caresses of my satin clothing, the blindness as my dress and cape were over my head, the sheer helplessness of my situation, and my natural submissive nature. The more humiliated I became, the weaker I grew until I was putty in his hands, as he manipulated me and debased me until I was his captive, the pretty prey caught by the vile dark beast.
Moments later, I orgasmed in his arms, helpless to be anything other than what he had reduced me to, a white woman in the throes of ecstasy. Despite how thin he was, his wiry frame and arms held me tightly, as I shook and shivered, my voice being audible, but not wailing. Despite my torment and inner conflict, I knew I still had to maintain some air of dignity. As I was recovering, he simply began to pull me along, my heels stutter-stepping to keep up with his pace, as he dragged me off the ramp, and into the elevator. His hands, however, never left my flesh as my dress and cape fall back into place, now covering his groping, yet my hem so high that I was revealed at my vulva, where his hand continued to clutch. He continued to work me, successfully, I might add until the elevator dinged. I hadn’t realized we had descended to the ground floor, and he then ushered me off with him, into the darkness of the golf course.
“Please… Mr. Chukwu… D-don’t do this to meeee…” I whimpered, though he was again making my voice sound sultry and needy. He had broken me, in a way, and I was his prisoner.
“My Dear, you are a tantalizing morsel to enjoy, and I have been watching you all night. The men groped you, the smile on your face as they did it. You want this as much as I do. You are just lying to yourself.”
His voice was a creepy kind of self-assuredness, and I had the sinking feeling he knew what he was doing, had a plan, and had done this before, perhaps. His fingers never left my body as he was pushing me in front of him, the breeze somewhat stilted, but still present, and my dress billowing up and out, though now, thankfully, nobody was around to see me.
“Pllleeaaseee…” I begged.
I was in real danger now, and **** was almost a foregone conclusion, but I was trying to fight to the last. But his fingers deftly continued to play with me and made my arousal weaken my resolve until I nearly fell as my body lost control and I cried out in orgasm. This had been my what, 5th or sixth of the day? I was growing tired, too, and needed rest. Yet as I shivered and shuddered, I felt his fingers move, and in short order, the thin straps of my dress were off my shoulders and the satin fell from my body into a pillowy soft puff of black satin, which he hefted me out of with surprising ease. But now he had me at the edge of the golf course and the tunnel to the beach. All I had on me was panties, gloves, heels, and my cape, and I was being taken off the resort.
I was so tired, now, and while my limbs were fine, the rest of me felt like I had run a marathon, and as much as I tried to push back, Mr. Chukwu had me pretty much to his pleasure. He finally released my body and instead began to drag me through the tunnel and onto the beach. My heels were making it difficult to follow his strong, purposeful strides, and my cape started to pull at my neck when a particularly strong gust would hit, making my balance at times precarious. But he never stopped, and never released me. I cried out a few times and even begged him, but he was not deterred. He wanted his pound of flesh, and in this case, that was me!
Now out of earshot, light shot, and every other kind of shot, it was just he and me, alone on the beach the ocean’s roar loud and near. On so dark a night, I had no idea where I was, and I should have been cold, but the adrenaline surging through my blood kept me warm. Then he finally stopped and shoved me to the sand. As I lay there, my chest heaving, he began to undress, and I saw his tuxedo coming off far too easily. He was practiced. Standing there, he now exposed himself to me, and as my eyes were now dark-adapted, I could see him. His cock was long, even longer than Juwon’s. But as he began to stroke it, I realized it was thin. I had a passing thought that his nickname at home must be “Needle-Dick”, for I don’t think it was more than an inch in diameter, maybe an inch and a half. But he grew, and before long, he was pushing ten inches.
“Roll over, Slut. Hands and knees. Do it!” He hissed, his creepy voice now menacing, even threatening.
I found myself complying, eventually on my hands and knees, my cape having fallen to one side and flitting in the breeze uselessly. He then used the thin and narrow head of his manhood to probe my pussy, until he found my entrance and began to slide himself in. It was much easier, as I had been with Juwon earlier, but his length continued to probe inside me, deeper and deeper, until he, too, poked my cervix, eliciting aloud ouch from me. That was when he began to cycle his hips and mate with me.
Like with Juwon, this was my most sensitive and vulnerable position. His long cock was stroking my insides, my slickness applying more than adequate lubrication as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. My voice was moaning out with every thrust, and it would not take long to do me in, again. A fact I think he could sense, as he slowed down, frustrating my body and the growing need to have another orgasm. He gave me a hard, final thrust, and then stopped, leaning over me.
“Get ready, dear girl…” he menaced into my ear, the creepiness was back.
Then he withdrew from my vagina, and I had to look over my shoulder.
“What?” I found myself complaining.
His answer shocked me, and instead of a more creepy voice, I felt his cock at the entry of my exit and he began to push. With my body washed earlier, I was clean, so he simply grabbed my hips, hard and started to pull me onto him, using my butt as his goal.
“Noooo!” I screamed, to no one in particular.
But my slickness helped him greatly, and he soon had my first gate pried open and with a second and then third determined thrust, opened my final gate and he began to push into my anal cavity and violate me in the most humiliating way. I started to shimmy, to shake, to move, even to kick, anything to prevent this, but it was no use. I had nothing to defend myself and he had everything to take my ass and decimate my self-esteem. To me, this was as humiliating as it could get, short of his doing this to me on the dance floor. I was sure he would have done so if he could have.
His thrusting was hard, it was wild, and it was animalistic. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was rutting with me, like some wild beast, and using me as if I were a rag doll. I screamed and cried out as he defiled and defeated me until he roared, and then shot his cum in me, filling my ass with his spunk. His following thrusts slowed and even weakened, until he fell forward, and drove me face-first into the sand, his body laying atop mine as his cock lay buried in me. I think he had passed out, and as exhausted as I was, I did too, nearly naked, with a long, black cock in my ass, and his body pinning me in place.
It took me longer to get ready than Juwon wanted. Too bad. I would have been ready to go in seconds, but he had to have his way with me, in my dress, with my cape, and on the balcony three floors up, in plain sight. I learned a lot about him, and it made me worry a little. He admitted he had ***** that head cheerleader. While he didn’t admit to getting her pregnant, one only had to listen to the gossip and look at the timelines to do some math. He had already forced me more than once, though sometimes I was more willing than not. But he had proved to me he was capable of it. He was capable of ****** a woman and capable of ****** me, even though I am the wife of his neighbor. If my husband knew, I don’t know what his reaction would be.
One night as my husband and I made love, while I yearned for more intensity from him, he wasn’t willing to deliver it. He never was. He treated me like a fine crystal, yet there were many times I just wanted him to ride me hard and put me away wet. Truth was that I liked it rough. Juwon could be rough, while my husband, Steve, couldn’t. It was creating conflicting feelings within me, and these were magnified at the moment. Juwon had just ***** me and had given me quite a joyful release, one that I had enjoyed A lot, now what was I to do?
As I was still cleaning myself up in the bathroom, Juwon knocked on the door.
“Hey, you need to hurry up, we’re already late! My parents keep texting me!”
“Alright. Sorry, I am going to be a few minutes. Maybe you should just go on, and I will meet you there as soon as I can.” A plop could be heard as I was able to get another dollop of Juwon’s semen to fall from my vagina.
“Jeez, Juwon, just how much did you cum in me?”
I heard him chuckle.
“You make me do it a lot. I can’t help it.”
After a short pause, he spoke up. “My parents want me there now. So I’ll see you there. And hurry up, okay?”
“Alright, I’m doing my best.”
I heard the door slam as he left me to my tidying up, and I began to muse on everything. With him gone, I stepped out of the bathroom, took off my clothes, and popped into the shower, keeping the nozzle aimed below my ribs. I needed to keep my makeup pristine, or I would be another hour, but I had to get clean down below. Juwon had made a mess of me. Taking my panties and wringing them out, I hung them from the doorknob as I washed my crotch, thinking of my predicament.
I was in this fancy and very expensive resort to be Juwon’s date. Even though I was a married woman, age 24, I did look young for my age, and my husband had permitted me to go with Juwon and his ******, and for me to act as his date, for this prestigious event we were now at. I was to be Juwon’s girlfriend and be arm candy. They had even sprung for this enormously expensive outfit. It was so expensive that it not only cost more than my mortgage payment, but it also was incredibly sexy and revealing. I was beginning to think that the more expensive the dress, the smaller it had to be. The fact Juwon’s mom picked it out with me spoke volumes in itself. But being a Nigerian princess, Akanni wanted only the best for her American-born son. So she made sure that what I wore was the best money could buy, and was sexy, pretty, alluring, and all that. It also made me look incredibly fuckable, as my husband would say. Which created its problems.
Juwon had not grabbed my suitcase, instead, he only grabbed my travel bag, which had my toiletries in it. Left at home were my spare clothing, my wedding ring, other necessities, and most of all, my cervical cap. I knew Juwon and I would be having sex; we had been for over a month. But with Steve and I trying to start our ******, I was living a game of Russian Roulette with my fertility and my womb. I expected to ovulate any day if I hadn’t already. I was, in short, wildly fertile.
Finally clean, I got out and toweled off, next getting dressed in that very short, circular, black satin dress that exposed most of me, and in a stiff breeze, had already exposed even more of me, and the circular black satin cape to give me that allure and create sexual tension with men. Add the opera-length satin gloves, and my micro-panties that covered my labia and held them closed, also in matching black satin. My new black strappy heels added the 4 inches I needed to not appear like a child then completed my ensemble. With my auburn hair in a French swirl, I was looking like a combination of sex doll, sex object, sex toy, and sexual kink, all rolled into one petite white wife yet was the date of a handsome, virile son of a powerful black man. And here I was, about to be entering into the den of unknown lions. With the clicking of the latch, I was on my way to the main ballroom.
My room was on the opposite of, well, everything. Juwon’s room and his parents, Akoni and Akanni, were adjacent to each other, and on the other side of the resort, as was the ballroom. So I made my way, my cape closed about me, as my hips swiveled in a seductive strut, the hem of my dress flitting easily as the thin, double-sided satin easily moved with my swaying hips and the slightest puff of air. There was a long open-air ramp I had to use to cross over the lobby, and as I pushed the door open, I had forgotten about how windy it was. I had gotten not more than two steps across, and out of the shelter of the wall when the wind hit me, full-force, and I squealed. In a flash, my dress and cape were suddenly flying up, and above my head, exposing my body fully to anyone looking at me. I might as well have been naked.
I flailed for a moment as my satin-gloved fingers fought to gain traction on the satin dress and then my cape, so I could at least see where I was going and hurry across. Battling, I finally got my dress down enough to hurry as fast as I could and maintain some dignity as I crossed the ramp, no doubt with some on the ground looking up. They could see, I had an idea, but I had no clue if anyone on my level had been watching me, though. If someone had, then they had seen everything, including how small my panties were, exposing my pearl and landing strip to their gaze. When I finally got across and into the other wing, I took a moment to restore my outfit and looked about. I saw two black men in tuxedos walking far behind me, and a black couple ahead of me. Maybe I had dodged a bullet? The only sure thing was my hair. I had enough hairspray in it to be used as a hammer if needed. It was the one thing I didn’t want to do, to look like a wreck as the evening went on.
Finally reaching the entrance to the ballroom, I took a moment to gather my wits and decide on my entrance. I decided to open my cape and let it drape off my shoulders, revealing my cleavage and side-boob, and the hem of my dress so short it revealed my panties and clit if I turned too fast, someone walked too fast past me, I walked too fast, I had to swoop down to pick something up, a fan blew in my general direction, a door opened, a door closed, I stepped outside, I sat in a car, I got out of a car, sat on a sofa, or even sat in a chair. Of course, the hem of the cape was maybe half-an-inch longer, so my legs were in open view no matter what. As I was fussing with my cape, a young black woman came to me and reached up to help. In her Nigerian accent, she spoke gently.
“Ah, please allow me, Miss Recreant…” and she nimbly folded the cape back to drape properly from my shoulders. I smiled at her. I had asked that my maiden name be used, to cover my tracks, if necessary.
“Thank you. Umm, how do…”
“How do I know who you are?” she smiled. “It is simple. On my list, I know who couples are and who are not. Your young man is already inside and told me you are running a few minutes behind. A woman such as you must surely be his date.”
She spoke with such a warmth and relaxing tone; it did make me feel better. Almost as if I was being personally welcomed.
“Then thank you, and I am indeed Suzi Recreant.”
As I entered, I was immediately in the glare of bright lights. They must have had some formal entrance thing going on. I tried to look about, to see Juwon, but in a room filled with hundreds of black people, it was like picking a needle in a haystack. I gave up and started to make my way out of the spotlights, when an older man came up to me, holding two glasses of Champagne. He was as black as night and spoke with that same Nigerian accent. I gathered most of the people I would be speaking with tonight had the same.
“I trust you are someone’s date, and if not, I am claiming you as my own for the evening.” He offered with a smile as he offered the flute to me.
Taking it graciously, I plastered on my best, polite smile and thanked the man. He started to make small talk, got my name, and started to flirt with me a bit. I got the impression he was more of a womanizer than anything, and he had eventually cornered me against a wall, switching out my half-empty flute with another from a passing waiter. I was doing my best to deftly dodge his parries and thrusts, even as he moved uncomfortably close into my personal space and was starting to fondle the front of my dress. I did not doubt at one point he had even managed to steal a look down the front of my body, and my hard nipples. They had been poking out like frozen gumdrops all day.
Between the bubbly and his suave flirting, I was slowly realizing he was making some progress with me, and it was a last-minute rescue from my date that saved me. He broke in between us and used his superior assertiveness and bulk to intercede.
“Thank you, Mr. Chukwu, for finding my girlfriend.”
Juwon’s tone, while friendly, left no doubt about who was really in charge of the moment. Mr. Chukwu might be somebody important, but at that moment, Juwon made it clear that despite Mr. Chukwu’s importance, or self-entitlement, Juwon would be happy to drive him into the ground like a nail. I smiled at Mr. Chukwu and offered him a good evening as Juwon escorted me away, my hand on his arm as he very gallantly escorted me to the ****** table on the other side of the ballroom. I looked up at Juwon sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Honey, he was on me before I could even see inside the room.”
“Yeah, I saw. I just couldn’t get away at that moment, but I was keeping an eye out. I’m not letting anyone have my girlfriend unless I say so.”
I didn’t recognize the importance of what he was saying then, but later, I would figure it out.
I was seated and wound up having a lovely dinner with Juwon and his ******, as well as some Nigerian general, and three other men. Akanni and I were the only ladies at the table, and as I looked around, I could only spot the very occasional Caucasian girl. In a room of maybe 400 people or so, there were maybe ten of us white girls. There also wasn’t a white man to be found, except for the waiters. They were mostly all white. I was seated between Juwon and some Nigerian Military general, who wore his uniform and medals. He told me his name, but it seemed to be unpronounceable with the human mouth, so I just called him by his title. He had so many medals, I doubted most of them were real. Veterans can tell at a glance, and as the wife of a veteran, I had an idea, myself. But I wasn’t about to insult him or call him out for any form of stolen valor. If he said he was a General, then to me, he was a General. Akanni and I were nearly opposite, and Akoni sat next to his wife, with some other dignitary seated on her other side. The others were people everyone else seemed to know, but I expected that. I was intending to play my role as perfectly as I could. Arm candy that should be seen and not heard. What was I getting out of it?
I was helping a neighbor I liked dearly, I was getting a chance to have intense carnal knowledge with my date, multiple times, and I was staying in this remarkable venue, with a room bigger than my bedroom, with more amenities than I had ever seen, with a beautiful view and I hoped, a visit to the spa. A message sounded so amazing! I didn’t know it, but I was also getting exposure to a different way of life. A life of a culture I was unfamiliar with, a culture of wealth, power, influence, and the like. What was viewed as good, bad, indifferent, and what they thought about things like U.S. politics (pretty stupid), U.S. media (beyond stupid), and the U.S. military (scary-strong). I was finding myself agreeing with a lot of the discussions, and as I sat there and ate very daintily, I was coming to like these people. I learned Nigeria is not the backward country a lot of people think it is.
Things did get interesting when I felt a hand on my leg, under the table. Only it wasn’t Juwon’s, it was the General’s. Juwon was using his right hand to eat and gesture, while mine was as well, freeing my body up to the probing left hand of the General. His hand started slow, just resting on my mid-thigh, and then began to softly and slowly move up and down. The tips of his fingers were actually on my inner thigh, and I couldn’t prevent him from feeling too much as I had crossed my legs as I sat to eat, my right leg higher and exposed. I looked over at him and he was looking away, paying attention to his right, all the while continuing to feel me. I gave him perhaps ten seconds before I set my fork down and placed my hand on his, and gently ushered it away. He looked at me, smiled, and then spoke so softly I couldn’t hear him. Leaning over, I had to ask him to repeat his words.
“You are Juwon’s girl, but you will be my bitch tonight. Just watch.”
I couldn’t even speak as I was just so stunned, and I leaned back, looking at him as he just smiled, a smug grin that told me he was used to getting his way. I just shook my head softly, politely smiling and I replied, using a soft touch to my normally soft voice.
“It is kind of you to offer, but I am spoken for.”
He smiled at me some more and simply said “I know.” As his hand resumed its place on my thigh.
The man was certainly persistent, and after a few more trials of remove and replace, I heard Akanni ask me if things were alright.
“Yes, I’m fine, Akanni, thanks.”
That seemed to settle the matter, and the General could now lay claim to my right leg, which he did, sliding his hand up and down, while I kept my legs crossed to stymie his efforts to touch my vulva. That wasn’t going to be a battle he would win.
But he did manage to find the hem of my dress and slide his hand underneath, easily feeling around my hip and my butt, and after some gentle searching, he discovered I wasn’t wearing granny panties.
“I am flattered to think you wore such tiny underwear for me, young lady.”
“I didn’t.”
“No matter, I will be removing them soon.” He sniffed and then looked away, still leaving his hand on my thigh.
I gave up and let him have his victory, as it was going to be the only one he had.
After dinner, there were the usual speeches and so on, and Akoni got his due recognition. He was saving lives all around the world, now, and he was donating a princely sum to the Nigerian National Health Insurance Scheme, to help reach more people with affordable healthcare. The room erupted with a roar and standing ovation, which of course I joined in, only to feel the General’s black hand groping my butt-cheek and a swift brush of my butt-crack as I sat down at the end as we took our seats. I looked at him, trying to be polite, but warning him off. This time it was Juwon who saw and asked me if I was alright.
“I’m fine, Honey…” I purred to him and then leaned over to whisper into his ear.
“Don’t let me out of your sight. This General creep has been molesting me all dinner long.”
Juwon looked over and saw the man looking innocently away, while the General’s hand was still on my thigh under the table, slowly sliding back and forth.
“It’ll be fine, Suzi, just relax. He isn’t going to do anything here.”
I looked at him and gave him a dubious look and shrugged. It was my ‘If you say so’ look.
After the dinner and speeches came dancing and the party. Open bar, a good DJ and flashing lights were making the place far more fun, and for a while I got lost in the event, on Juwon’s arm, smiling, looking pretty, and being polite. With my cape draped over the back of my chair, I was pretty much revealed. The single layer of satin couldn’t mask my hard nipples, and the small amount of fabric couldn’t hide my cleavage, my side-boob on both sides, and the bottom of my butt-cheeks. I did have the occasional wardrobe mishap, as I was either taken too close to the door and I got a gust of breeze, or I had to pivot too quickly, and the circled hem flared out. I doubt much of my vulva was witnessed, as it was dark, save for the flashing lights of the DJ, and the brightly-lit area of the photo booth.
Eventually, Juwon took me there to get our photos taken, and the photographer had me standing with Juwon, facing each other and leaning in, my silken-gloved hand on his masculine chest, while my head leaned in. I could not help but close my eyes and smile, which was met with a sudden flashing of lights.
“Oh, that was just too good, I couldn’t resist!” the photographer said. “Now, let’s do this…”
He had me standing next to Juwon, and I kicked a front toe, my hand on my waist as a saucy smile crossed my lips, and got another bright flash as my reward. I was getting into this, having fun modeling different poses and even facial appearances, from cute, to pretty, to polite and even lustful. After we were done, Akoni came over and asked for Juwon. After they spoke quietly, Juwon spoke to me.
“Can you hang out here? I gotta go meet a few people, and it may be a bit. My *** says it is ‘man stuff’.”
I got what he meant. It was time for the real power meetings to happen, and my date was to be included. Not the time for the dumb date to be hanging around, getting bored.
“Of course…” I smiled. “Just don’t be too long!” I leaned up and stole a quick kiss on the cheek, using my thumb to try and smear it away. I didn’t expect to leave much of a mark, as my lipstick was waterproof and damn-near indestructible.
As Juwon left, I heard my name called, and turned to find the photographer asking me to pose with some of the men in line. I looked for Akoni or Akanni for guidance, but they were elsewhere, so I decided it couldn’t hurt, and who knew, maybe give some rise to Juwon’s status with these more powerful men?
So, I wound up in the lights, as a man after man had a picture or two with me. Some asked me to kiss them on the cheek, and while ordinarily, I would not have flinched, my role of being the dutiful girlfriend held me back. A lot of the men, both young and old, were satisfied to have me smile at them as our photo was taken, but a few wanted a cozier photo memory, and I had arms around my waist, or worse, on my ass, holding me close. A lot of cheap feels were being taken, certainly! I kept smiling, not wanting to create a scene, but I could not help but think that if these pictures ever got out, I would look like some sort of floozy or something. The worst, however, was the group photos. Small groups of two, three, or even four would surround me, and the photographer would require us all to stand very tightly together. It didn’t take long before hands were groping my ass, sometimes one, sometimes two, and several times a third was reaching up under my dress, to cup and grope my butt or even delve into my crack. A couple of these black hands even managed to snap the elastic string on my panties with a sharp crack as the photo was taken, eliciting a response from me as it was impossible to not react, and causing the photographer to re-take the shot, only now the men were positively beaming at having molested the pretty redhead.
I must’ve been modeling for the line of men for perhaps forty-five minutes when the last was through and the photographer came to me after shutting down his equipment. I had taken a break in my seat, thankful for a rest for my feet. The glasses of Champagne being poured for me didn’t hurt, either.
The photographer returned to me as I sat, and I rose to meet him as he took my hand. He offered me a business card and asked if I would model for him some time, and we would enter some sort of business arrangement. I was very flattered, of course, but only told him I would consider it after discussing it with my boyfriend. I had to again play up Juwon as the man in charge. Though he was a black man, the photographer was not one I would consider myself being attracted to, for despite his energetic and enjoyable manner, he was not blessed with good looks. With a dumpy body and a disfigured face, I doubted I could ever do anything more than let him take my photo. I had heard too many stories of models who slept with their photographers. I could not envision myself doing that, at all.
As he strode off, I felt a hand on my ass. I froze for a moment and had the flash of a thought. “Damn, that didn’t take long.” I was betting on it being that old guy, Mr. Chukwu. He had been making eyes at me pretty much all evening. But when I moved my hand to try and grasp the wrist of my tormentor, I was wrong. It was the General.
“General, really…” I said as I turned to him. “I am flattered, but I have a boyfriend, you know that.”
He didn’t move, or remove, his hand, and kept cupping my ass as he pulled me closer to him. His hand was now firmly up under my dress.
“I know you do. Yet here you are, alone. The sexiest white girl here. You are a real treasure to behold, young Suzi. A man like me can do extraordinary things for you.”
I snorted. I couldn’t help it.
“Oh, I am sure you can, but my heart is set on my boyfriend. I am flattered you think so highly of me.” My words ended with a polite smile, as I leaned back to get what separation I could, using my hand on his arm to try and push gently.
“Oh, I do, young Suzi. Believe me when I tell you that most of the men here have desires for you. Men have been discussing you all evening. I am just lucky enough to have found you here alone first and am important enough that they know when I am staking my claim.”
Okay, now it was getting a little too serious. Flirting and groping are one thing. But ‘staking a claim’ on me? Not today. I slid my hand down his arm to his wrist as his hand was still groping my ass, and I applied a little more pressure. He was lucky I was wearing gloves, or my nails would be drawing blood. With a harsher tone, I looked him directly in the eyes.
“General, this has gone far enough. I am not going to do anything with you. Certainly not tonight. I am here as my boyfriend’s date, and I am exclusive with him, and him only.”
“Perhaps, Girl, perhaps… but the night is still young.”
He took my refusal fairly well, I thought, not taking his words very seriously. I mean, he was just some arrogant ass, and an out-of-shape one, at that. General or not, I felt fairly sure I could have Juwon kick his ass into next week if I told him what the General had been doing. I knew Juwon was certainly capable of it, I would just need to motivate him. That is if the General got more insistent with me.
Shortly after, as I was poured my fourth glass of Champagne, Juwon returned, with a few other men. I smiled, seeing him, and as he approached, I stood and lifted my arms about his neck and kissed him easily on the lips.
“I have missed you, Stud!”
“So have I…” he replied, his hands sliding around the satin of my dress, and pulling me closer.
“I want to bail on this place and see more of you. But I have one more thing to do. How about I see you in your room, and we’ll see what we can do fuck each other, as you like to say, ‘stupid’?”
His mimicking of my phrase made me break into a wide smile, and I already felt my body beginning to react. The drink, combined with my being in a large room, surrounded by tons of handsome black men, and being groped and molested by maybe half of them, had my motor already running. If I were just here on my own? I likely would be part of some wild gangbang or something. I was getting hornier as the moments ticked by.
I agreed and we parted with a last quick kiss I turned to collect my cape, swirling it around with a flourished wave, until I could close the clasp securely at my neck and make my way out. Juwon exited with his father and a couple of other men out a different door.
Heading back to my room, it had been hours and darkness had now fallen. A moonless night, with a freshening on-shore breeze. I had not bothered to check the weather forecasts, but I could imagine rain would be coming in the next few days, at most. My mind had been musing on Juwon and his cock, and what he would do to me, and even where, when felt a soft grasp of my arm. Looking over with a soft gasp was that old lecherous man, Mr. Chukwu.
“I see you are alone again, Miss Anders?”
“Not exactly, you see, as I am heading to my room for a nightcap with Juwon.”
I wanted to make a point of the fact my boyfriend would be expecting me, Alone.
He let out an expression of comprehension, but his next words were almost mocking.
“Ah, yes, the proverbial nightcap. Another term for a man and a woman to be more intimate and sharing.”
I rolled my eyes. It was rude of me, but I couldn’t help it. I was starting to dislike the man. If only because he either was too slow to take the hints offered by Juwon, or too driven to take them seriously.
“Perhaps, Mr. Chukwu, however, that is between him and me, behind closed doors.”
“Ah, yes, behind closed doors.” He spoke as if mentoring me.
I had to keep in mind that I had to keep the mind of an older teenage girl, not a wife my real age and experience.
“What about them?” I intentionally boarded his train of thought.
“In my homeland, a husband and wife do not necessarily care about constraining where they enjoy the gifts of marriage. Indeed, in the jungles where my ****** heritage lies, we did not care who could hear or even see, men and women enjoying themselves. For we did not have anything more than simple huts out on the trails, and when traveling, oftentimes we were simply sleeping in the open, though, of course, we would often be hidden off the trails, for protection from warring tribesmen.”
“Of course.” I nodded. I had to agree, that made sense.
“Ah, but when we were in a safe area, oh, how the blood tingled to be coupling under the stars…”
His voice trailed off as he seemed to go into a reflection of past times when we reached the doors to the ramp crossing between the two halves of the resort.
I reached the rampart and the wind immediately assaulted my attire, and as on my way before, the cape and dress billowed up, and uncovered me, fully, only as I worked to bring them down, two hands worked to keep my hands off-duty. His body pressed against mine until I was held fast against the low wall, affording a great view of the resort and the ocean, if my dress had down enough for me to see it, however as it was now later at night, and it was pitch dark, save for the pool area below me and some dim pathway lights leading to the gold course. Even the building lights were dimmed.
I grunted softly as I began to use my hands for self-defense, trying to push my way backward, only to feel those gnarled, ebony hands now on my body, reaching around my chest and groping my breasts from the bottom and squeezing them firmly. My nipples, already firm and pointed all day and night, it seemed, became solid points of pleasure, as his calloused palms rubbed them. I still struggled, thinking someone would see me, or us, but time seemed to take forever.
“Mr. Chukwu! Don’t! Let me go! Juwon will be pissed!”
I heard a chuckle as a reply and then words menacingly dark into my ear.
“Oh, don’t worry, young Suzi, Juwon’s evening is well-filled. It has been seen to. Your young man will be spending the evening with the rich and powerful, and his future is going to be bright. Very bright indeed!”
One of his hands began to slide down my stomach and then around until his dark fingers reached my vulva and my tiny excuse for panties. I gasped softly as his fingers began to molest the top of them, and then play with my clit, which was now starting to emerge from its protective cape. It did not take long for my voice to mewl as the first wave of pleasure washed over me.
“If you went to your room for your nightcap, you would be very much alone, my dear, and now, instead, you shall spend it with men who are very powerful in our own country, and even here, in yours.”
My hands continued to flail, my mind somehow thinking if I covered myself, I would be safe, yet it was not to be. I could feel his erection as he began to dry-hump against my backside, my 4-inch strappy stilettos giving me the right height, and tilting my pelvis enough to give him a perfect shot at my rear cleavage. All the while, his fingers were deftly massaging and teasing my erogenous zones, my nipples, and my clit. I was growing hotter and hotter with every passing minute.
He then was able to nuzzle his face against my head, and he whispered even more darkly through the fluttering satin that still blinded me.
“You best pray you are on birth control, or you will have a black baby inside you before you get home.”
That was all it took for me to surrender, and I fell back against him, my head on his shoulder as my body yielded to the intensity of the public nudity, the flapping caresses of my satin clothing, the blindness as my dress and cape were over my head, the sheer helplessness of my situation, and my natural submissive nature. The more humiliated I became, the weaker I grew until I was putty in his hands, as he manipulated me and debased me until I was his captive, the pretty prey caught by the vile dark beast.
Moments later, I orgasmed in his arms, helpless to be anything other than what he had reduced me to, a white woman in the throes of ecstasy. Despite how thin he was, his wiry frame and arms held me tightly, as I shook and shivered, my voice being audible, but not wailing. Despite my torment and inner conflict, I knew I still had to maintain some air of dignity. As I was recovering, he simply began to pull me along, my heels stutter-stepping to keep up with his pace, as he dragged me off the ramp, and into the elevator. His hands, however, never left my flesh as my dress and cape fall back into place, now covering his groping, yet my hem so high that I was revealed at my vulva, where his hand continued to clutch. He continued to work me, successfully, I might add until the elevator dinged. I hadn’t realized we had descended to the ground floor, and he then ushered me off with him, into the darkness of the golf course.
“Please… Mr. Chukwu… D-don’t do this to meeee…” I whimpered, though he was again making my voice sound sultry and needy. He had broken me, in a way, and I was his prisoner.
“My Dear, you are a tantalizing morsel to enjoy, and I have been watching you all night. The men groped you, the smile on your face as they did it. You want this as much as I do. You are just lying to yourself.”
His voice was a creepy kind of self-assuredness, and I had the sinking feeling he knew what he was doing, had a plan, and had done this before, perhaps. His fingers never left my body as he was pushing me in front of him, the breeze somewhat stilted, but still present, and my dress billowing up and out, though now, thankfully, nobody was around to see me.
“Pllleeaaseee…” I begged.
I was in real danger now, and **** was almost a foregone conclusion, but I was trying to fight to the last. But his fingers deftly continued to play with me and made my arousal weaken my resolve until I nearly fell as my body lost control and I cried out in orgasm. This had been my what, 5th or sixth of the day? I was growing tired, too, and needed rest. Yet as I shivered and shuddered, I felt his fingers move, and in short order, the thin straps of my dress were off my shoulders and the satin fell from my body into a pillowy soft puff of black satin, which he hefted me out of with surprising ease. But now he had me at the edge of the golf course and the tunnel to the beach. All I had on me was panties, gloves, heels, and my cape, and I was being taken off the resort.
I was so tired, now, and while my limbs were fine, the rest of me felt like I had run a marathon, and as much as I tried to push back, Mr. Chukwu had me pretty much to his pleasure. He finally released my body and instead began to drag me through the tunnel and onto the beach. My heels were making it difficult to follow his strong, purposeful strides, and my cape started to pull at my neck when a particularly strong gust would hit, making my balance at times precarious. But he never stopped, and never released me. I cried out a few times and even begged him, but he was not deterred. He wanted his pound of flesh, and in this case, that was me!
Now out of earshot, light shot, and every other kind of shot, it was just he and me, alone on the beach the ocean’s roar loud and near. On so dark a night, I had no idea where I was, and I should have been cold, but the adrenaline surging through my blood kept me warm. Then he finally stopped and shoved me to the sand. As I lay there, my chest heaving, he began to undress, and I saw his tuxedo coming off far too easily. He was practiced. Standing there, he now exposed himself to me, and as my eyes were now dark-adapted, I could see him. His cock was long, even longer than Juwon’s. But as he began to stroke it, I realized it was thin. I had a passing thought that his nickname at home must be “Needle-Dick”, for I don’t think it was more than an inch in diameter, maybe an inch and a half. But he grew, and before long, he was pushing ten inches.
“Roll over, Slut. Hands and knees. Do it!” He hissed, his creepy voice now menacing, even threatening.
I found myself complying, eventually on my hands and knees, my cape having fallen to one side and flitting in the breeze uselessly. He then used the thin and narrow head of his manhood to probe my pussy, until he found my entrance and began to slide himself in. It was much easier, as I had been with Juwon earlier, but his length continued to probe inside me, deeper and deeper, until he, too, poked my cervix, eliciting aloud ouch from me. That was when he began to cycle his hips and mate with me.
Like with Juwon, this was my most sensitive and vulnerable position. His long cock was stroking my insides, my slickness applying more than adequate lubrication as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. My voice was moaning out with every thrust, and it would not take long to do me in, again. A fact I think he could sense, as he slowed down, frustrating my body and the growing need to have another orgasm. He gave me a hard, final thrust, and then stopped, leaning over me.
“Get ready, dear girl…” he menaced into my ear, the creepiness was back.
Then he withdrew from my vagina, and I had to look over my shoulder.
“What?” I found myself complaining.
His answer shocked me, and instead of a more creepy voice, I felt his cock at the entry of my exit and he began to push. With my body washed earlier, I was clean, so he simply grabbed my hips, hard and started to pull me onto him, using my butt as his goal.
“Noooo!” I screamed, to no one in particular.
But my slickness helped him greatly, and he soon had my first gate pried open and with a second and then third determined thrust, opened my final gate and he began to push into my anal cavity and violate me in the most humiliating way. I started to shimmy, to shake, to move, even to kick, anything to prevent this, but it was no use. I had nothing to defend myself and he had everything to take my ass and decimate my self-esteem. To me, this was as humiliating as it could get, short of his doing this to me on the dance floor. I was sure he would have done so if he could have.
His thrusting was hard, it was wild, and it was animalistic. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was rutting with me, like some wild beast, and using me as if I were a rag doll. I screamed and cried out as he defiled and defeated me until he roared, and then shot his cum in me, filling my ass with his spunk. His following thrusts slowed and even weakened, until he fell forward, and drove me face-first into the sand, his body laying atop mine as his cock lay buried in me. I think he had passed out, and as exhausted as I was, I did too, nearly naked, with a long, black cock in my ass, and his body pinning me in place.
