Petra's Trip to Africa

She was daydreaming as she looked out of the office window overlooking the high street in Canterbury. All those people bustling about yet few of them looked happy she thought. She had thought she had the dream job too as Personal Assistant to a busy advertising executive but the financial collapse had dramatically reduced advertising business and for the last few weeks she had not been busy and had begun wondering just how long her boss, Mark Hughes, would be able to keep her on.

If she lost her job she might have to join the miserable crowds commuting into London.

That was a terrible thought.

In the next room she heard her boss slam down the phone then whoop loudly. Startled she turned to his room just as the buzzer on her desk alerted her that she was needed. Grabbing pen and paper she rushed into his room.

"Petra! Petra get your ass in here."

She ignored his language as she stood in the doorway.

Her boss was about to say something but then stopped. She thought he was gathering his thoughts but instead he was drinking in the sight of her. He still had not quite recovered from Petra changing from a brunette to a blonde overnight. The change had been quite remarkable.

Petra was a shapely woman with a full bust, pretty face and long blond hair and he appreciated her looks. He pulled his thoughts together.

"Petra I want you to buy two tickets to Harare as soon as possible."

Petra looked at her boss, and he must have noticed her bemusement.

"Work! Petra we have a new commission! What's more there is real potential for a big long term commission."

"Ok, OK," she smiled. "That's good news. Two tickets coming up. For you and Mrs Hughes?"

Mark brought his hand up to his head and scratched his head.

"Hell no," he said. "Martha won't be able to come she had her charity fundraiser coming up next week and he knew she would blow a gasket if he told her to cancel it."

"Hmm ... Ok Petra pack your bags your coming with me!"

"Me?"

"Yes, those Africans are really hot on the social niceties I will need you with me, on my arm, we can't risk anything that might lose us this commission. Find a decent hotel and book a room."

"Two rooms," Petra quipped back.

Mark laughed.

"Ok. Two rooms. You can't blame a man for trying."

Three days later Petra was sitting on a flight to Harare alone. Mark was travelling business class and at short notice Petra had to take a seat in economy. She had not thought too much about it when she booked the seats, but she sat between two leering black men. Economy seemed nearly full of black men with only a few white people on the flight.

Her full bust and blonde hair seemed to fascinate the two men and the short denim skirt she had worn without thinking a great deal about it had been a mistake. She had barely sat down before the black men on either side of her had casually dropped their hands onto her bare thighs.

The wrestling match had been going on for an hour as she sought to keep their hands off her. They had been polite and chatty and cheerful, with big wide grins full of white teeth that seemed that much more marked in their black faces.

No matter what she said, no matter what they promised her, their hands just kept creeping back. She was tempted to stop resisting but suspected that having won the battle of her legs these men would move on to touching other parts of her body.

She was not sure she wanted to resist. One part of her was tempted to just let them fondle her but the plane was full of people and what might happen if she let her guard down. If only the plane was not so crowded!

Across the aisle a white woman stood up and made her way to the back of the plane. At least she got the chance to sit with her husband. The Africans had restrained themselves to lewd suggestions that had soon died away as people settled down for the flight.

As a lone white woman sitting alone on a flight to Africa the men seemed to think she was some sort of female sex tourist and were badgering her non-stop for the details of where she was staying in Harare.

They were booked into the Rainbow Hotel, which she understood was a former Sheraton. She was not sure what to expect as she had heard some bizarre tales about Zimbabwe following its economic collapse.

She again brushed the men's hand aside and rose to her feet. Perhaps she could get the stewardess to find her another seat but the plane seemed rather crowded.

She headed up the plane towards where she thought the stewardesses were hanging out, looking around as she did for a possible spare seat. There were not many and most would involve sitting next to other black men. What would those men think if she moved to sit beside them?

She pushed aside a curtain and came face to face with a black air stewardess.

"Do you think you could find me a seat next to another woman?"

The stewardess looked harassed as she struggled loading a tray with meals. She looked up at Petra.

"Why do you want to sit next to a woman? Are you a lesbian?"

Petra reeled back in shock.

The stewardess laughed good-naturedly.

"Sorry lady but this flight is full. I can find you another seat but your new seat partners are not likely to be different to the ones you have at the moment."

She looked up sympathetically for a moment and then continued loading the meals, before glancing up again at Petra.

"Look lady we will be serving the meals shortly which will distract them, things usually settle down then. If you need a break you can sit for a while in the stewardess area where there are some beds, but we will need them ourselves later."

She nodded further up the plane. Petra made her way forward, pushing aside a curtain she was confronted by four feet, two white, and two black. It took her only seconds to realise they belonged to two fiercely coupling people. Their frantic grunts and vigorous movement defied the small space of the stewardess' bunk.

Petra stepped back closing the curtain.

Was everyone on this plane sex mad?

She headed back down the plane and decided to make a visit to the toilets to freshen up before the meal arrived. At the back of the plane she found a queue of black men waiting. All their eyes turned to her. She was not used to being around so many black people.

One of the doors opened and an African came out and ambled up the plane. She waited but no one made to enter the cubicle. Then to her surprise the men waved to her and indicated she should enter the cubicle. She looked from man to man and all seemed quite happy to let her 'jump the queue.

Slightly surprised she nodded her appreciation and darted into the cubicle. A hand grasped and squeezed her bottom as she passed the, making her jump. The men just laughed. She turned in the cubicle to shut the door to find that one of the Africans was following her in. She raised her hand up against his chest and firmly pushed him out of the cubicle. To her surprise the African man backed out grinning and shrugging but making no protest as she ushered him out of the small space.

She locked the door and turned and sat. For a brief moment she some space of her own and sighed. She could hardly spend the whole flight sitting in the toilet cubicle! It was surprisingly clean.

She noticed the wall to her right seemed to shift and move and felt a moment of alarm and stood up quickly and looked at the wall. She heard a grunt and a moan and her eyes widened for a moment. More grunts and moans followed.

'Oh god', she thought and raised a hand to her mouth. She leaned forward a moment and listened.

"Please, no, please, my husband."

"Shush lady you know you want this."

"But..."

"Shush."

More grunts and moans followed.

Petra sat back down again, she pulled her skirt and pushed down her knickers and her hand crept between her legs stroking her private parts.

The next few minutes seem to last forever.

Eventually there was only silence. She heard the flush from the next cubicle and then the cubicle door opened. She sat back for a moment then she heard a different male voice from the next cubicle again.

"But I have to get back to my husband."

"Your husband is not going anywhere before the plane lands, besides he is asleep."

"But..."

"Shush woman, just hold yourself like that."

Petra heard a long male sigh from the adjacent cubicle, followed by a subdued feminine moan.

It was with a certain relief that Petra stepped out of the plane. Then the hot African air swept over her, and the hot sun seemed to strike her a physical blow and she stepped back a moment. The crowds behind her pressed forward and she saw her boss waiting by the terminal and stepped forward into the blistering heat of an African noon.

Mark waved her into the terminal but the heat hardly dropped. It was another hour before they emerged into the teeming bustle of the airport entrance with both of them being harassed by taxi drivers and porters. It was a struggle to get past them, but her boss assured her they were to be met and was looking for his contact.

It was only on the sunlit steps of the terminal that Mark was approached by the booming voice of a hearty well-built middle aged African.

"Mr Hughes is that you. Good to meet you, good of you to come all this way at such short notice. Is this your wife, she's very pretty! You lucky man! Joshua Faria here."

The African man stepped forward offering his hand, which Mark took and shook vigorously.

Mark coughed turning to Petra and smiling.

"This is my PA Petra Johnson."

The African stepped forward and Petra reached forward to shake his hands. To her surprise he took her hand and raised it his lips French style. Surprised Petra looked him in the eye and saw the sparkling humour in his eyes.

She smiled.

"Charming. Hah, here comes the Junior Minister for Tourism but don't ever refer to him as the Junior Minister, or you will have no chance at winning the commission."

Mark blanched for a moment then gathered his thoughts. He had not prepared for meeting the Minister so soon.

"Mr Kafuso. This is Mr Hughes from England to come to help revive our country's safari industry."

"Minister." Mark nodded offering his hand. The African gripped his hand firmly and shook it. The man's eyes however had moved past Mark and were focussed on Petra.

"This must be your wife, she is lovely! I'm glad you had the foresight to bring her out for me!"

Mark raised his eyebrows at Joshua and turned to Petra.

"Your excellency," he wondered if that was the appropriate way to address an African government minister, but the man was still smiling. "May I introduce you to my Personal Assistant Petra Johnson, unfortunately my wife could not travel at short notice."

The African grinned and nudged Joshua and chuckled.

He took her hand but then pulled her close and looked her in the eye. Petra stared back, then blushed and lowered her gaze. The African chuckled.

"She will do just fine."

Petra looked back and saw his intent in his eyes and felt a tingle in her spine.

"Mr Hughes. We have some cars to take us into the city, if you will come with me."

Mark turned to Petra.

"Come along Petra we will soon be out of this heat."

Joshua glanced at the Minister and stepped forward.

"I'm afraid there is only room for you in my car. I am sure the Minister will be happy to take Petra into the city.

Mark looked between the two men then back to Petra concerned for a moment, but Mr Faria was ushering him forward and men who seemed to be the Minister's bodyguard were encircling the Minister and Petra forming a shield as the Minister led Petra to his car.

Inside Joshua's smart air conditioned limousine was refreshingly cool. He looked behind to see Petra slipping into the Minister's car then glanced across the limousine and back to Joshua.

"There would have been room for Petra." Mark commented.

His African contact smiled at him.

Inside the Minister's car Petra relaxed in the luxury of cool air, cream coloured leather seats and leaned back in the soft seat. Her bags had been taken from her and were being bundled into the boot of the car. The door across from her opened and the Minister slipped into the car beside her.

He grinned and relaxed in the back of the car as a security guard slipped into the front seat next to the driver.

"I understand you are staying at the Rainbow Hotel."

Petra nodded to him.

"We will soon have you there it is not far. Has Mr Hughes made arrangements for dinner tonight?"

Petra was not sure and that must have shown on her face.

The Minister leaned over and his hand squeezed her bare thigh.

"Well we must make sure you and Mark are booked into a quality restaurant so you can see the best of this country while you are here."

As he sat back his hand slid higher on her thigh.

Petra stared at the hand. It squeezed her thigh higher up now. If she had not had the experience on the plane she might have instinctively slapped his face, but she knew the company needed the new commission. She did nothing.

Beside her the African grinned.

He watched the pretty lady's face as his fingers started to softly stroke, and smiled as her lips parted and eyes widened.

Mark was relieved when he arrived at the hotel to find the Minister's car coming to rest behind Joshua's limousine. Petra looked flustered and pulled her skirt as far as she could down her thighs as she left the Minister's car.

"We will join you with a coffee after you register and make arrangements for the meeting tomorrow."

Mark nodded at Joshua, acknowledging his words.

The Minister was hovering behind Petra as her luggage was removed from his boot, and Mark watched with alarm as the Minister's large black hand descended on Petra's behind and give a little squeeze. He watched Petra edge away but the African hand remained on her bottom caressing.

He looked at Joshua who just grinned back to him.

"She's nice. The Minister will like her."

"Well I'm not sure how much she will stand for being touched like that. There could be trouble back home if she claims harassment."

"You had better make sure she is co-operative and if she does not 'put out' as you say then I doubt any amount of bargaining will win you the commission."

Mark looked alarmed but Joshua just laughed.

"Don't look so alarmed she has probably already wet her knickers from his touching her."

Mark would have been shocked if he had known how accurate Joshua's words were. He stepped forward taking Petra's arm.

"The Minister and Mr Faria are going to join me for coffee Petra. Can you check us in and get the luggage up to our rooms. Then come and join us."

Petra looked at him, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"I won't be coming down until they have left! Mark you must promise not to leave me alone with him. He's older than my father for goodness sake."

Mark nodded reassuringly while his mind wrestled with Joshua's words that the Minister would be expecting to bed Petra and winning the job might depend on it.

"It'll all work out Ok we are only here for a few days."

The next day they headed for the Ministry of Tourism. Petra was more relaxed. The hotel had been remarkably comfortable and the staff attentive. The restaurant had been of high quality and the hotel had many white guests, and the hotel bar had been lively and buzzing with cheerful conversation. The Africans in the hotel had been well dressed and appeared wealthy, and she had been flattered at the number of complimentary cocktails presented to her. She had stayed close to her boss, hoping that the Africans present would assume he was her husband but that did not seem to deter them at all.

She had seen a few attractive white women on the arms of African men. All had seemed cheerful and happy in the company of the Africans, and it had made her wonder about the stories she had heard of black men. She found herself wondering if she could take a big cock since her own private parts did not seem designed to take large cocks, as she had found out back in England.

She shook her head to clear it off such thoughts. The watching Africans liked the way her long blond hair flowed around her head, and seemed to edge forward. The long flight had taken its toll and Mark and Petra had made an early night of it.

Petra took in the streets of Harare as they drove by. The hotel was near the city centre and the traffic was busy but not particularly heavy. The streets were bustling and it really stood out to her that nearly everyone walking the streets were black, which was something quite new for her.

She also noticed the number of uniformed men on the street, often equipped with helmets and batons who looked very fierce, while at some junctions there were men with what looked like machine pistols. She wondered just how safe this country would be without such a high level of security in the city.

The taxi they had booked soon pulled up at a relatively nondescript building four stories high, with brown plastered walls. Only the armed guards outside indicated the building housed anything of importance.

Going inside they found it was a subsidiary office of the Ministry of Tourism and led up to the meeting room. The next few hours kept Petra busy as she made notes of the discussions, occasionally researched something on the internet and passed notes to her boss on items she had looked up.

Mainly the Africans talked and her boss listened, and Petra made notes.

Then it was the turn of her boss and with the use of computerised links he gave them a demonstration of his technical wizardry and then an exposition how he believed his firm could aid the Ministry.

It was all pretty routine to Petra, though she realised the importance of winning the contract she had little direct involvement in the presentation and discussions.

The meeting was brought to an abrupt close when the Junior Minister strode into the room. He asked if all was going well and Petra was surprised at the deferential and eager way the Africans responded to his presence.

"Right, enough of that! I am going to take Petra to lunch at the Harare Women's Club. We mustn't be late. Joshua, take Mr Hughes out to Lake Chivero and show him around the park. I have arranged for a barbecue to be laid on for you all."

Petra was a bit put out by this and looked urgently at her boss. She had told him she did not want to be left alone with this man. To her consternation Mark just shrugged and nodded. She edged closer to him and whispered quietly to him her concerns at being alone with Mr Kafuso.

"Oh I am sure it will be all right Petra. It sounds safe enough ... the Harare Women's Club not the sort of place he would take you to if he was up to no good. For goodness sake Petra remember we need this contract and be nice to him!"

The big African grinned as he watched the white businessman urge his lovely assistant to join him for lunch.

Petra hung on for a moment to her boss's arm before releasing it and stepping across to take the offered arm of the African Minister. His large black hand reached over to clap hers in his hand as he e*****ed her through the office. Many of the African staff turned to look and grinned that their notorious Minister led a new pretty white woman through their office.

Petra was feeling slightly intimidated by this large African man who was clearly used to getting his own way. She was disappointed her boss had not taken more effort to keep her away from him as she had asked, but now she had no alternative but to smile and look happy. The Harare Women's Club sounded harmless enough after all.

The Minister urged her out into the street where his car was waiting. She noticed there were a couple of armed motorcycle outriders and could not help herself from being impressed as the small cavalcade pulled off with sirens wailing.

She sat back in the cool interior of the limousine was relieved when the Minister sat beside her and kept his hands to himself, though an inner tickling of her emotions felt disappointed.

The car with the outrider's sirens wailing swept through the inner city streets then out into a wider tree lined avenue. She noticed how the Africans in the street stopped and stared as they passed, and how they breezed through red lights with no complaining honks of horns from other drivers.

She could get used to travelling like this she decided.

She turned to glance at the Minister and with a start realising he was staring at her, or at least ogling her large full breasts. She blushed and glanced quickly away and out of the vehicle window and stirred in her seat. She found her emotions confusing. She liked men looking at her but was not sure if she was in control of this situation.

She suspected if the Minister tried anything his driver and security guard would look on but do nothing to stop him doing whatever he wanted. She felt herself dampen between her thighs and large nipples tingled. She cursed her wicked body and looked again at the Minister and found his eyes looking into hers.

"I see you have no ring on your finger. Are you not married?"

Petra shook her head she noticed his eyes were deep and dark.

"Will your boyfriend be missing you? I would have thought few men would be willing to part with your company for a few days. You do have a boyfriends don't you?"

"Sort of."

She was discomforted by the Minister's knowing smile at her response.

He reached forward and patted her knee, giving it a light squeeze, before withdrawing his hand.

"Don't worry dear we will make sure you will not be short of masculine company while you are visiting. You will find black men in Africa are real men who know how to look after lovely creatures like yourself."

Petra blushed again and looked away not trusting herself to speak. 'Who did he think he was? Or she was? To assume she needed masculine company indeed!' She found however that her senses seemed to have heightened and the strong musky scent of the Minister was strangely disturbing.

The vehicle made another turn and she was passing a long high yellow painted wall, which merged into a building with high casement windows.

"It used to be a nunnery."

The Minister's words broke through her thoughts, and she turned to see him nodding to the building she had been looking at.

"But now it is home to the Harare Women's Club."

Petra looked at it more closely, a former nunnery, perhaps she nothing to worry about at all.

The car came to a halt and the security guard rushed to open the door for her, while the driver opened the Minister's door. They were outside a recessed secluded entrance that was tucked back into the wall. She had not noticed it as they had approached down the street.

As she watched another car drew up and out jumped a white woman, while two teenage girls tumbled out of the back of the car chattering excitedly. The two girls looked about f******n and *****************. They all headed into the Club and Petra felt some of her anxiety slip away at this perfectly normal sight, concluding that there was no reason to be suspicious of the Minister's invitation to lunch after all.

The Minister took her arm.

"I will need to have you signed in as a guest. Visitors can only visit twice before joining the Club. Friday lunchtimes are special as that is when members go through a ritual that all new members have to go through."

Petra looked at him.

"It sounds like a type of 'hazing.'"

She looked up at the Minister and saw him grin back.

"A bit like that but everyone enjoys themselves."

They reached the door. Petra was surprised when they stepped through and closed behind them with a whispering seal, and she realised the door was of heavy steel and had closed with an airtight gasp.

Her eyes widened.

"The Club is sound proof within the main building as well."

Petra looked at him with some alarm. What sort of club had steel doors and was sound proofed?

"Just stay close to me and you will be perfectly OK, best not to go wandering off exploring though. Now shall we go and have lunch I have a table reserved for us."

The Minister led Petra down a long wood panelled corridor in which a number of dark leather sofas were placed. Sitting on the sofa's chatting were a number of couples. Petra realised that all the couples were black men with white women. She was surprised at that. There were no white women sitting without male companions attentive on them. This was quite different than anything she had seen in her quiet town just South of London. There did not seem to be any white men in the place, though many of the women had rings on their wedding finger.

The Minister led her into a large restaurant room, which seemed like an old school hall. There was even a raised stage at one of the hall which was curtained off. Around the hall were alcoves with leather covered benches in a U-shaped table set for lunch, while in the centre of the room were circular tables that houses up to eight places. There were no small tables for smaller groups of people.

The Minister led her to a table near the front that had apparently been reserved for him. As Petra sat she saw that they had dining companions and looked around the table.

"Petra allow me to introduce you to our dining companions." For a moment Petra felt as though everything was normal, or almost normal as she looked across the table. Every African sitting at the table was accompanied by a white woman, then she corrected herself some of where just girls such as the young girl sitting to her left.

She was radiant and pretty with long flowing blond hair with an animated excited air about her. She looked quite young but seemed quite confident and comfortable in her surroundings.

"Petra, that's Hayley on your left. Her father works for Ngorro who sits on her other side."

The African on the far side was large. Petra corrected herself, the man was grossly overweight with pig like eyes set in a bullet like bald head. The man extended his hand, it was large and podgy. Petra took his hand intending a brief shake but he grasped her hand firmly and grinned at her.

"Are those real?" He asked, nodding to her breasts, Petra flushed in embarrassment and sought to pull her hand away but the pudgy hand was deceptively strong and he held her in place as he looked her over in a way that made her skin crawl but also sent strange tingling through her body. His eyes hungrily looked at her breasts with no attempt at circumspection. He released her hand and turned to the girl.

"Normally I prefer ripe young apple breasts like Hayley here."

Then in front of everyone he reached down and grasped one of the girl's breasts. Petra was shocked to see the older, overweight African squeeze and fondle the girl's pert breast. He looked back at Petra, curious to see if he had shocked her.

"But a man needs a change now and then and you seem to have a pair that will make a nice handful!" He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver through her.

"And this is Jacky. Hayley's older sister."

Petra looked at the older girl, who looked about s*******n years old. She did not seem at all disturbed at the way Ngorro was fondling her younger sister's breast.

"Besides Jacky is Oba Abere. He is Vice President of African Conglomerate Trading, and on his left is the very pretty Vicky. She is one of Joseph's favourite whores."

Petra wondered if he was teasing but as she looked into the Jacky'e eyes she realised it was true. Instead of being shocked she found the idea both wicked and exciting.

"That's Joseph next to Vicky, looks harmless enough but a real terror of a man."

Petra looked at Joseph who was the youngest man at the table and the only man not overweight. Indeed he looked quite fit. She looked into his eyes then quickly looked away from the hardness she saw in them.

"Joseph here is our whoremaster. If you ever get tired of working for Mr Hughes Joseph here can give you a job. A pretty white woman like you can make a lot of money in Harare and get as much cock as want."

Petra flushed at such crude words. The thought however of being a whore was darkly erotic, and she found the idea incredibly arousing.

At that point the first course arrived and everyone set to with gusto.

Beer was served rather than coffee, though the women were allowed wine, and attention seemed to have switched to the stage.

Petra looked up as the curtain switched aside and cheers erupted across the room.

An African strode forward in his hand he held a leash which was attached to a leather band around a pretty white woman's neck. More cheers erupted as the African men realised that this lunchtime's show featured a particularly pretty white woman.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Rogues and Scoundrels, Whores and Rakehells I bid you all welcome and it is my privilege to introduce you all to the latest lady to seek membership of our illustrious Club," he raised his arm..."I give you Mrs..." more cheers erupted as the audience realised the white woman was a married white woman. "Mrs Kristina Higgins."

More cheers came from the crowd, including Petra noticed from many of the women present. She looked around at the rest of the diners, all had their attention fixed on the stage. She was not quite sure what was going to happen but seeing the woman with a leather collar and leash made her own heart beat a little faster.

"As you all now today is the last time Mrs Higgins will be allowed to make her own choice of partner when visiting this Club. After today whenever Kristina visits the Club she will be required to submit to any man who wants her."

More cheers erupted and Petra sat back in her chair as she took in what had just been said. The cheers from the audience were wild and prolonged and Petra could see the woman on stage blush and smile. She seemed delighted with the rowdy male response that from today would mean all these men would have the right to bed her.

Petra fiddled with the table cover and glanced around again, before looking at the Minister. He smiled and leaned forward.

"Don't you worry yourself! You are a guest and the Club rules don't apply to you. However, there is a convention that any woman already with a man is not propositioned by another."

Petra nodded to herself, she felt a bit confused by all she was seeing and hearing. All the women at this table seemed to be accompanied by men, then she thought of the woman she had seen entering the Club just before her and the Minister. That woman with her two teenage daughters had been entering the Club on their own. Did that mean the three of them would have to submit to whoever wanted them?

Her mouth went dry and she found her hands trembling.

She looked to her left and the girl Hayley had turned to her.

"It's so exciting isn't it? I'll never forget the day I became a Club member."

The girl turned back to watch the stage, while Petra stared at the girl. Had this girl been up on that stage once herself? She was so young!

The African impresario on stage had to raise his voice to make himself heard.

"Ladies and Gentleman I give you Kristina Higgins last choice!"

An African strode forward onto the stage and Petra's hand flew to her mouth. The man was stark naked and her eyes fixated on his loins. The cock swinging between his legs was so long! And thick!

The woman on stage seemed equally appreciative.

The African strode to her and took hold of the leash and led the white woman to the bed. Petra watched fascinated as the African tied the leash to the head of the bed and she give a little shiver at the thought of herself tied to a bed like that for a man's pleasure. Life would be so uncomplicated.

The African turned to the woman. He really did look so big and strong in comparison to the white lady on stage. The Africans hands rose to grasp her slim shoulder and pushed the woman down to her knees in front of him. Even as he hid it she could see his cock thickening and stiffening. The woman lowered herself submissively under the pressure of the African's hands.

Petra watched unable to tear her eyes away as the woman's head dipped and moved forward without any urging from the African. Her mouth closed over the head of the African's cock and Petra watched the white woman suckle that dark prick in front of a whole crowd of watching people.

Her large nipples thickened and hardened.

She quickly glanced around the room and saw that everyone was engrossed on what was happening on the stage. Movement in the corner of her eye made her glance left where she noticed that the Ngorro's black pudgy hand was stroking Hayley's soft thigh, while the girl with bright eyes was watching the scene on the stage. Ngorro caught her eye and grinned at her. It was a lascivious lecherous grin that made her loins tighten up.

She quickly glanced away in time to see the African on stage reach down and lift the woman by the armpits, with an twist of his arms he threw her onto the bed. The woman squealed and laughed and the audience roared. Petra watched the African climb onto the bed, his cock hanging low glistened wetly reminding Petra of how it had got wet and she wet her lips with her tongue.

The African pulled the woman's thighs apart then gripped his hard length.

"Well woman tell everyone what you want!"

"Black cock! I want black cock!"

The woman raised her hips off the bed in open invitation to the man in front of her, spreading her legs wide offering up her womanhood.

"What about your husband Mrs Higgins?"

The crowd roared again at the reminder that the woman on stage was a married white woman.

"To hell with my husband give me your cock. My husband paid for my membership!"

Africans in the audience laughed.

The woman looked up at aroused African and humped her hips in urgency. The African drove forward between her thighs lunging forward. The woman squealed, and Petra saw the woman shudder with a galvanised jerk and her own loins flooded in response as she realised the African driven his cock up into the woman.

She edged forward on her seat not even noticing when the Minister's hand alighted on her bare thigh.

For the next half an hour she watched the African 'play' with the white woman. The initial fierce rutting between her spread thighs had given way to more showmanship. He pulled out and made the woman plead and moan for him to put it back in. The audience laughed and roared hearing a white woman pleading to be fucked by a black man.

The man rolled her over onto her hands and knees and toyed between her upraised thighs with his hard length, leaning forward to fondle her breasts so all could see. Murmurs of appreciation came from the audience. From a table to their right Petra heard a woman squeal. She looked around and her eyes widened as the saw the woman she had seen earlier with the two daughters was being pushed down face forward over her table and her skirts pulled up as an African held her down and thrust into her.

The woman's two daughters looking on as their mother was humped across the dining table!

Petra looked up at the Minister beside her suddenly realising his hand was high up her thigh stroking. The man was grinning at her.

"Ever seen anything like this in England?"

Petra shook her head vigorously unable to trust herself to speak. The Minister's arms came around her shoulder and pulled her close. Her head went back as she realised he was going to kiss her. She gasped as lips found hers just as his hand went up under her skirt.

For a moment she thought of protesting but her lips parted to his tongue and her thighs moved apart as his hand stroking her thigh went higher. She submitted to his hard demanding passionate kiss. It was the Minister who broke off as another roar broke out from the crowd. Everyone turned to look back at the stage.

The African had pulled out of the kneeling woman and she was wriggling around and raising her hips in a hunger to be penetrated again. The African slapped her raised rounded white buttocks with his heavy aroused cock then he stood up and walked up the bed.

His hand dropped to curl tightly in the woman's hair pulling her head up. The African turned his back on the audience and he raised one foot to rest on the bed's headboard. Then he pulled the woman's head up behind him. Petra could hear the woman's whimpering mewl which seemed to her to be full of a hungry need. The sound sent another trembling shiver through her loins.

Then her hand rose to her mouth in shock and she realised the woman was now licking between the African's buttocks. Her pretty white face a stark contrast the muscular African's firm black ass cheeks.

More cheers erupted among the audience as they saw the married white woman totally abase herself for the black man's pleasure. Then the African turned again. Now he was standing facing away from the bed head with both legs on either side of the woman's head which was high between his strong muscular black thighs.

Petra ogled his cock.

It was standing proud from his body in full view of everyone glistening wetly from the woman's juices. Petra felt an urgent need to spread her thighs. She so wanted that cock in her at this moment.

The African was crouching over the woman's face as she licked and lapped between his legs, for a moment Petra saw the woman's tongue lap across the black man's balls and bit her lip to avoid crying out. She gasped as the Minister's hand pushed aside the crotch of her lace panties and cupped her recently shaved wet vulva.

"Oooooooooh," Petra's long low moan was drowned in the general murmur of noise enveloping the room.

"Don't worry, as soon as this is over I'll make sure you are looked after." Petra glanced at the Minister as he said it and saw the hungry way he was looking at her. Instead of being offended her nipples seemed to thicken even further.

Another roar brought her attention back to the stage. She was just in time to see an arc of white spurt from the African's cock as it shot into the air before falling back and splattering over the white woman's curvy body.

The audience were on their feet and roaring their approval, clapping and cheering. A movement in the shadows caught Petra's eye and she saw the impresario leading onto the stage a large furry German Shepherd dog. She gasped as she saw the large a****l straining at its leash.

The audience roared again. Petra watched the impresario struggle with the a****l's collar and then the a****l bounded free. The African on the bed stepped off the bed as the a****l leaped onto the bed. She heard the woman's squeal as the a****l appeared over her. Then the a****l's snout dropped and Petra watched in amazement as the a****l's tongue shot out and the wet long pinkness flickered over the woman's body lapping up the sperm that was splattered over her body.

Then the woman squealed again as the a****ls snout nosed between her legs its tongue avidly licking. Petra felt a fierce thrill in her own loins as she imagined what the woman was feeling with its hot wet tongue lapping her private parts.

The impresario and the muscular African came forward and re-fixed the leash to the a****l's collar and dragged the reluctant a****l away from the panting woman. As the frustrated a****l was led off the muscular African unwrapped the leash from the headboard and reached for the woman.

In a display of brute strength Petra watched in amazement as the African raised the white woman above his head. He stood there legs braced while the squealing woman froze in his grasp desperate not to overbalance. He had one hand holding her back just below her head with his other on her hips as he held her high.

The woman's head hung down just as her splayed legs hung down on the other side.

The African was grinning and did not seem to be straining as her held her high.

"Ok! Who wants her next!"

The new roar seemed to raise the roof and Petra was deafened. She realised now why the Club had sound proofed! African moved towards the stage and Petra nearly screamed herself as the African tossed the woman through the air. The woman herself screamed then as several men reached up and caught her.

She saw the woman held aloft now laughing and giggling as a group of men carried her away from the room.

Petra turned to the Minister.

"Where are they taking her?"

"There are some cabins that can be rented on the far side of the swimming pool. No doubt they are taking her to one of those cabins. The men are always wound up by shows like this. She will get all the cock she can manage for the rest of the day and then some more."

Petra looked after the woman and the crowd of men carrying her out of the hall. She found within herself a deep desire to be that woman, an emotion of jealousy that surprised her.

The impresario reappeared on the stage again.

"If everyone can take their seats we can begin the next part of today's show."

Surprise showed on a few faces but the hall soon started to settle down, with eager and lively conversations erupting as speculative suggestions ran around the room. Satisfied that the room had quietened the impresario disappeared. A couple of Africans came forward and Petra watched as a leather bolster was fastened to the bed. She saw some silver chained fixed to the headboard, and to the feet of the bed. She could see that these chains had leather protection and these were also cushioned.

She was intrigued by what she was seeing then the impresario returned to the stage. Again he had a chained and collared woman led on a leash. This was a much younger woman and she could sense the crowd in the hall lean forward and drink in the sight of the chained girl. The girl herself was not like the woman she had seen perform on the stage earlier. She seemed much quieter, and slightly apprehensive at the crowd in front of her. Nevertheless he had stepped forward as urged by the impresario and showed no sign of reluctance. She wore a long cloak that hid her body.

"Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce Lucy Higgins."

There was some comment from members of the audience, but most seem to waiting on the impresario's next words.

"As I am sure you will have guessed Lucy is the daughter of Kristina who we all just seen been carried off no doubt to be kept busy while we all get the benefit of the next part of the show."

There were many calls now and some were clearly mocking of the departed men who had not realised that there was going to be another and more delightful show to follow.

"You all know that the women performing on stage can choose the man with whom they perform."

More calls from the audience echoed around the room.

"However, young Lucy does not have a lover yet!"

A deep roar erupted at these words, with many men standing and demanding the girl be handed over to them. Petra saw the girl's eyes widened in surprise and some trepidation. The girl seemed to take a step closer to the impresario and for a moment Petra felt sympathy for the girl, but she also felt a strange compulsion to know what was going to happen next and found herself getting excited.

The impresario raised his hands and the audience slowly calmed. He grinned as he watched the audience preparing his next words.

"Young Lucy as I said does not have a lover yet. There is a very good reason for that for Lucy here is still a virgin!"

If Petra though the previous hullaballoo had been noisy it was nothing to what followed. Nearly everyone was on their feet. Fists banged on tables. Women's shrieks seemed to fill the room and Petra looked up as dust seemed to filter down through the sunlight disturbed by the vibrant echo of excited men and women.

It took a while for the impresario to regain calm.

"As you all know why have to make sure new members join for the right reasons."

He turned to the girl who was standing by him looking intimidated by all the racket.

"Lucy."

The girl looked at him as though surprised at being addressed.

"Why do you want to join the Harare Women's Club?"

The girl's expression cleared as she looked at him.

"I want to be fucked by a black cock!"

The room erupted again.

Petra was surprised at the matter of fact way the girl had replied.

The impresario smiled and gestured for quiet and the noise in the room slowly subsided.

"But you are a virgin Lucy, why do you think you might like a black cock?"

The girl looked at him and for the first time Petra saw the young woman smile.

"Well my mum certainly likes it. I have to listen to her howl in delight when Daddy is away and her lover calls! She really likes it, so I want to be fucked as well."

Laughs broke out among the audience and many men called out.

"But your mother's lover has not made love to you?"

A look of frustration passed across the girl's face.

"No he hasn't, but he and my mother have taught me how to suck his cock ... I like doing that!"

More cheers and laughs broke out from the audience.

"So now you have agreed that we can choose the male to take your virginity ... and you know once you are a member of the Club then any male member has the right to demand that you let them fuck you?"

The girl nodded. She looked across the hall at the number of black men and the audience could see sudden doubts, then she turned to the impresario and nodded firmly. A number of men stood up and clapped enthusiastically and the girl smiled. A smile that blossomed into a huge grin as she saw her mother's lover was one of the clapping Africans.

She so much wanted that man to do to her whatever he was doing to her mother. She hungered for that experience. She aimed her smile at him.

"Come along Lucy. It's time. Up onto the bed and bend over that bolster. But before you do that he reached up and unclipped a hook on the back of the cloak that had hidden her body."

The cloak slid off her shoulders revealing a nicely rounded curvy body, with a slim waist and full round breasts, and shapely thighs. Her hands came up to cover herself but when the impresario tut tutted her and waved at her she dropped her arms. More cheering broke out among the watching men as they drank in her youthful charms while recognising her developed womanhood. Moments later she was standing proudly enjoying the male appreciation of her body.

"Come on, onto the bed."

Lucy turned and climbed onto the bed. She knelt on one side of the bolster and watched with some amusement as the impresario went to the far side of bed and picked up a silver chain. She leaned forward over the bolster.

"I don't need to be fastened down you know! I do want to be fucked!"

Many in the audience grinned. Some knew the implications of the bolster and the chains. The girl clearly did not, and her mother had been carried off aloft to the cabins so could not warn her. Throughout the audience men rubbed their cocks through their trousers in anticipation of the debauchery about to be performed on the girl. Many men were have their cocks rubbed by eager white women who knew full well how aroused and excited their lovers would become following the show about to take place.

One of the women called out.

"Don't worry girl! You are going to love it, just bend over and do as you are asked!"

Some of the women in the audience released skirls of laughter and called out to the girl.

"If you want to be a member of this Club when a black man tells you to do something you do it!"

Petra squirmed in her seat, as she did so she realised the Minister's hand was still up under her skirt, and inside her lace panties. She dropped her hand to his wrist, but did not push it away.

The girl remembered that basic rule that she most obey black men and stretched out her left hand. She had been told about it. The impresario grinned as he pulled the girl forward over the bolster. He winked at the girl as he pulled the girl further forward and clamped the leather protected chain around the girl's slim waist.

"There is nothing to worry about, just part of the traditions of the Club."

He walked around the bed and reached for her right hand. Lucy stretched forward without protest. She looked up into the eyes of the black man. She thought it was silly but complied with the request.

Now she found herself leaning right over the bolster and her hands held out horizontally in front of her. The impresario walked to the bolster and pushed down on her waist with one hand while with the other he pulled forward one of her knees.

Then he used both hands to wrap a leather strap around her thigh just above her knee. The position forced her into a position with her well-formed round hips pushed high by the bolster and the slightly lower level of her tied hands brought her shoulders down.

The African walked to the far side of the bed and tethered the girl's remaining knee.

He grinned at the audience, who were in high good humour. Most of the men knew what was about to happen, as did many of the women.

The girl was straining at her bonds testing their strength. She slowly realised she was now completely helpless and a tingling ran up her spine. Behind her she felt the African's cup and squeeze her bottom and shivered at the feelings it created in her.

The audience watched as the African ran his hand up the girl's soft inner thighs. Her feet rose up and kicked at the air as for the first time in her life a man fondled her sensitive private parts.

There were more laughs from the audience but the tone of those laughs was anticipatory, rich deep laughs as they anticipated what was about to happen.

The impresario moved behind the girl and the audience watched as he strapped down her slim ankles down pulling them out towards the corners of the bed so her legs were spread wide and her loins open and indefensible. He looked out at the audience.

"I would like two members of the Club to come forward and confirm her virginity."

Immediately a number of men stood up. The impresario waved pointed to one and waved the rest back. A grinning African bounced up the steps leading to the stage, the girl looking up at the approaching man.

"One man, one woman Meredith would you kindly join us on stage."

Petra watched as young blond woman, about twenty three years of age jumped up and rushed forward to join the African on the stage.

The two both stroked and touched the girl between her legs, probing with fingers. The girl squirmed and gasped as male and female fingers probed her virginal womanhood.

"Is she a virgin?"

Both of the members looked at each other and grinned before turning to the audience.

"Yes, she is a virgin."

"Is she aroused?"

The two grinned and nodded. He waved them off the stage. He turned to the girl and ran a hand over her soft back. Then he reached under her and lightly squeezed one of her full breasts. The audience watched as the girl gasped and arched her back at the unfamiliar feel of one of her breasts being fondled.

He went behind her and dipped his hand and stroked lightly causing the peach of her womanhood to part. He knew that would make what was to follow easier. Then he walked in front of the girl and offered his fingers to her face.

"Lick my fingers clean."

The girl looked up at him to see if he was serious. She saw that he was and she tentatively reached out with her tongue and lapped for the first time her wet juices from the fingers of a black man.

He grinned again.

"Are you aroused?"

"Yes!"

"You still want to join the Club?"

She nodded.

"Any you are ready to be fucked."

Everyone in the hall saw the nervous hesitation that for a moment held the girl motionless. Then she lifted her head and nodded.

"Yes." She said clearly.

Cheers and chuckles ran through the hall.

The impresario grinned and nodded off stage.

One of the security guards walked onto the stage leading the German Shepherd that they had earlier seed lapping up the salty sperm that had splattered over Kristina Higgins body. Gasp and yells broke out from the audience.

Lucy looked behind her and saw the guard with his dog and wondered what was going on.

The ***** knows twitched as the scent of a female bitch on heat wafted across his sensitive nose. Then he saw the girl on the bed and his tail started to wag and he strained forward pulling on the leash.

"What?"

The girl's voice was bemused but only slightly concerned.

A silence descended on the hall.

The guard reached down and unclipped the leash from the ***** collar. With a bounding rush the dog jumped up onto the bed behind the trussed girl.

"Whaaat!"

All of a sudden Lucy fully realised the implication of her position bent over the bar and tied down. The girl started to struggle with her bonds, pulling with arms at the chains.

Petra raised her hand to her mouth in shock. When the Minister's hand reached around her and cupped one of her large full breast she was too distracted by the unbelievable sight that she was seeing up on the stage to push his hand away.

Lucy yelped when the ***** cold nose nudged the soft silky flesh high up on her inner thighs. The ***** nose was close to her private parts! The cold snout seemed to slide up her warm thigh as head rose up nose twitching at the scent of a female bitch in heat.

Suddenly her head shot up and she gave a little shriek.

The dog stepped back a moment please with the taste of the girl's juices on his tongue. He was not inexperienced at mounting white female humans, though usually they were not restrained as this one seemed to be.

Not that the dog cared.

He stuck his nose forward again and lashed at her sex with his tongue, ignoring the wailing mewls that came from the girl. The dog could taste her arousal, every lash of his tongue told him this female bitch was ready to be mounted.

The dog stuck its head in again and this time began to eagerly lap and lick, ferreting into her womanhood as far is it could go with its tongue.

Lucy was wailing and struggling again, but every member of that audience could see the nature of the girl's struggle with her bonds had changed. Those with good eyesight could see that her young nipples were hard and stood stiffly out from her breasts.

Lucy was struggling with her own inner turmoil. Her initial fright was still on the edges of her consciousness, but the a****l's hot lapping tongue was driving her wild with a pleasure she had never experienced before and was totally unprepared.

The ***** long tongue seemed to twist and twirl in the most maddening way. She could feel it lap up between the lips of labia, which in turn had flowered open in a way her sex parts had never done before.

She squealed when she felt its tongue lap around and over her clitoris creating unbelievable sensations.

"OoooooooH!"

Her body shook and spasmed in a mini-orgasm sending more wild thrills through her. The a****l just kept on licking away at her.

Lucy's head fell between her arms. The position in which her hands were tied forced her head down and her hips high. She hung her head unable to move away from the unbearable but exquisite sensations engulfing her virgin sex.

She looked back along her body back towards the shocking sight of the furry a****l's four legs and body. Its head was deep in her loins and she quivered at the wicked perversion of it. Her mother had told her not to trust the Africans. Lucy had not noticed her mother show any hesitation inviting her African lover to the bedroom she normally shared with Lucy's father.

Curiosity got the better of her as she looked at the a****l that was creating such sensations between her legs. It was a large heavy muscular dog and she found herself shivering at the thought that she was bound and helpless before the savage b**st as it ravished her loins with its tongue.

What if it bit her?

She had to take a second look when she saw a narrow pink point appear beneath the a****l's body. It was as though something was peeking out of the ***** body! Her mind was just registering this curiosity amid the confusion and excitement of the ***** lapping, when its furry sheath seemed to peel away and the a****l's cock slid out of its body.

'Oh god, ' thought Lucy. Her head come up in alarm and shock. She twisted again in her bonds straining with her thighs against the bar, and again trying to grasp the chains and see if she could twist them free.

The dog had a boner!

It was sexually aroused from licking her and she was bound and displayed before it in the doggie position she had heard of!

"Noooo."

Her yell only excited the audience who could see the a****l's readiness.

Lucy dropped her head and looked back along her body wondering if somehow her eyes had deceived her. Instead she saw that slim pencil like cock had thickened and lengthened to about six inches long, with what seemed like a sharp bevelled point.

Her pussy clenched tight at the sight of the a****l's pink cock. It seemed smooth and she could see it had been lubricated as it slid out of the a****l's furry sheath. A detached part of her mind was surprised by its thickness.

She had been tricked. Her head dismissed that rationalisation.

There was nothing she could do about it.

It still came as a shock when the a****l mounted her from behind.

Petra's hand shot back to her mouth when she saw the a****l climb on top of the girl. She could not take her eyes off the sight of the aroused a****l hunching over the pretty young girl's back. Its front paws scrambled for purchase around the girl's slim waist and as it shifted and positioned itself behind the girl Petra could see it's cock.

It shocked her!

The ***** cock was much longer and thicker than she had ever seen on any dog humping another dog before back in her local park back in England. It jutted from the a****l's loins like a pink spike. Its bevelled point looked like the sharp tip of a spear. The thought of that spearing into her own wet pussy sent a deep shudder through her.

As the a****l finally clasped the girl in a matter it was happy with it shifted its loins and the dog cock started to look like a pink lance levelled at the girl's exposed loins.

Petra almost moaned aloud. 'Christ that girl is still a virgin!'

Petra could hear the girl release a quiet keening wail as she felt the a****l behind her pause for a moment, its heavy furry body a weight on her slim back.

When the a****l lunged forward Petra heard the girl yelp and her own heart leaped into her mouth. Some of the men and women in the audience to try and see better! Petra watched the a****l make several jabbing lunges.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ooh it hurts it keeps missing."

She started wriggling her loins sliding from side to side on the bolster.

Petra was shocked at the a****l's quick response as she heard a fierce low growl erupt from the a****l. She could see the dog bare its teeth. Its fangs only inches from the girl's slim neck.

Petra's stomach flipped as the girl on stage froze in position.

The a****l kept up a low growling as though in warning as it slowly shifted its position behind the girl. Then it jabbed again, then again.

Then the girl's head jerked up!

"Oh God! It's in! It's in!"

Only a few cheers erupted in the hall, most were riveted on the events taking place of the stage.

The a****l paused for a moment behind the girl. It was as though it was testing the security of its lodgement within the human female. It edged around a bit with its feet. The girl on stage started to wriggle and she could see the a****l seize the girl with its paws and a low growl seemed to vibrate out of the a****l.

Lucy stopped wriggling and held still as the big warm furry a****l on her back ordered her to be still. She had no illusion as to what the a****l meant by that growl. 'God she was being ordered what to do by the b**st on her back!'

She could feel the hard tip of the a****l's cock at the entrance to her womanhood. As it edged about behind her she felt the hard tip poke at her hymen, and little sharp pains followed each of the a****l's nervous movements.

She was terrified by the a****l's growls, but its heavy warm furry body was strangely comforting. The jabbing at her womanhood was painful but she had heard a cock pushing through a girl's hymen was often painful.

Then the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity to an a****l sunk home.

She raised her head.

"Nooo!"

Her voice was a low wail that suddenly rose to a shriek.

Petra had seen the a****l hunch its hips behind the girl. She saw its haunches curl around the girl's bottom as it moved its hind legs forward. The way in which the a****l gathered itself behind the kneeling girl, with her thighs trussed wide apart sent her own pussy throbbing in sympathy.

Then when it lunged again the girl jerked and wailed.

The a****l did not hesitate it now and Petra saw it jab firmly forward, and the dog ignored the wailing wriggle of the girl now. The b**st new it was in now and no amount of wriggling or jerking would dislodge it from the pierced female.

The dog made two more firm jabs at the wailing girl. Then its furry haunches was rubbing against the girl's round bottom.

It paused then for only a moment.

Rapid eager thrusts that seemed to Petra to be like the urgent motions of a pneumatic drill as it drove its cock up into the hot tight interior of the **************** tearing through her virginity and drooling over the girl's back at the delightful feel of the tight human pussy.

Petra felt her hair being grasped tightly, there was a sharp pain as her head was pulled backwards then the Minister was looming with his head above hers. She gasped, her mouth opening, as his lips descended and crushed her own soft lips.

As his mouth ravaged her own in a fierce, passionate kiss she felt his hand between her legs ball into a fist. Her thighs parted under the pressure and she moaned into his mouth as his obviously experienced hand opened and then slid aside her panties and for the first time in her life a black finger slid into her.

Petra moaned into his mouth.

She was a bit shocked and quite a bit surprised but she liked a man who knew what he wanted and her she just felt weak, hot and aroused at his aggressive behaviour. Men were not like this In England. The Minister's forceful action was unusual among the men Petra normally mixed with, but she liked it!

She jumped when she felt the black man push a finger up inside her womanhood. She squirmed in his arms, as the finger circled and probed and pushed deep, while his tongue drove into her mouth. His body was crushing her down in the seat and her full breasts were pressed against his body.

Then all of a sudden he was gone, and the pressure off her body.

She opened her eyes and looked up to see him standing above her with a lustful grin on his face. He turned for a moment to look at the stage where the aroused a****l was hammering at the upraised loins of teenage girl, who simply seemed to be hanging in her bonds as the lusting a****l rapidly pumped its steel hard bar of cock into her hot tight interior.

Petra struggled back up into a sitting position. To her left she saw that Ngorro was holding Hayley;s head in his lap. Petra was agog at the thickness of the man's cock. It seemed to be as thick as can of Coke! Somehow the young girl had managed to get that great thickness into her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down on it.

The table lurched and Petra's eyes turned to look across the table. Jacky Parsons, the s*******n year old girl she understood was Hayley's sister was being pushed down across the table as the middle aged African beside her tipped her over the table pulling up her dress and releasing his cock from his own trousers.

She saw the African lunge and the girl's eyes widened then started to glaze over as the African's cock slid into her.

"Come on, now's our chance before it is too late!"

Petra looked up at the Minister who was reaching down for her hand. She reached up and his hand grasped hers and pulled her to her feet. Then he turned and taking her by her hand led her between the tables. Petra allowed him to lead her from the room which seemed to have descended into some sort of scene from Dante's inferno as black men coupled with the white women openly while some shrieks indicated more perverse entries were being made!

Outside the hall a bustle of black men were crowded around the Club reception desk with voices already raised. White women and teenage girls were mixed in with the men clutching them tightly and eagerly.

From the back of the crowd the Minister raised his head and 'coughed.' Some heads turned, but that included the harassed African behind the desk, and a look of concern mixed with relief crossed his face.

"I'm sorry gentleman but the last cabin has been reserved for the Minister."

His words generated more uproar but some of the men looked behind and saw the Minister standing there. They quickly quietened which had its effect on the other men crowding around the Club clerk protesting that they wanted the remaining cabin for themselves.

The clerk raised his arm with the last cabin key in his hand and waved the Minister forward. Muttering the men step aside, but the complaints quickly subsided. All the protesting men were businessmen, and they knew where the power lay in Zimbabwe.

"Here you are Mr Kafuso. It is cabin 32!"

The Minister took the key with a grin and led Petra off through a doorway that led into a courtyard. Petra was surprised for a moment by the very bright sunset, and held tightly to the Minister's hand as her eyes struggled to cope with the sudden bright light. He pulled her forward eager to get the full busted white woman into a bed.

As Petra's eyes recovered she took in the sight if a crystal clear shimmering blue swimming pool, lined with recliners. The African led her past the pool onto some paved stepping stones that dotted a well cut grassy lawns on which were set some pretty well maintained wooden chalet type cabins.

Many of these cabins had combinations of people going into them. Clearly many of these groups were intent on sex but very few of them were couples she noticed. She saw one white woman being led into a cabin by five African men! Another African was leading a white woman and a much younger white girl into a cabin.

The Minister paused for a moment checked a cabin number.

"This is it, come on in."

For the first time Petra felt a moment's hesitation. She had after all only met this man a few hours ago. He sensed her reluctance and turned for a moment and looked at her. He laughed pulled her forward and slapped her rump.

"Get in."

Petra swallowed and entered the cabin. The Minister followed her in and turned and locked the door. Petra was taking in the sight of the smartness of the cabin which was dominated by a large bed.

When the Minister moved up behind her, his hands circled her waist before rising to grasp her breasts. Petra gasped as strong hands enfolded her full breasts and squeezed them.

"Nice." Said the African as his hands fondled and moulded the large breasts with his fingers seeking out her nipples to grip and twist them making the white woman gasp and moan. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close so that he could rub his cock against her full rounded bottom.

Then he pushed her away towards the bed, while using one hand to turn her around. He shrugged his jacket off and unfastened his tie before speaking again. Petra had turned to look at him. Her uncertainty surfacing as she watched the African start to address.

"Well ... I ... I don't know."

The African interrupted her.

"It's customary in these circumstances for the woman to remove her clothes as well."

Petra blushed her hands came together and she clasped them together and started to think. The African tossed his tie to one side and laughed as he began to unfasten his shirt.

"Get your knickers off now woman!"

His voice was authoritive and commanding and made Petra jump.

Petra's hands went to her skirt she pulled it high and pushed down her panties, pulling them off quickly without further thought.

"Better get the rest off as well, if you leave it to me I can't guarantee your clothes will be in a fit state to be worn again."

Petra hurried to remove her blouse and skirt, then her bra and panties as the African removed his trousers her eyes searched out his cock. She hoped it was not too big, her uterus was shallow and she struggled with big cocks. She had heard gossip about how big African men were when it came to their cocks and Ngorro had been so thick while! The African in stage had been her first sight of a black man's cock.

Then the Minister was naked and advancing on her. Her heart skipped a beat and she backed to the bed before the grinning black man. When she had gone back as far as she could go the African simply reached up and pushed and over she went on to her back.

The African stood above her and she took in the sight of his inky black skin and heavy body, when he reached down and casually slapped the inner thighs she parted her legs widely and pushed herself backwards onto the bed.

The African man climbed onto the bed between her legs. She saw the hungry look on his face as his eyes ran over her naked body and a thrill ran through her at the lust so openly displayed. This was a man who clearly desired her, it was open and obvious on his face, and her body seemed to be reacting automatically as though some biological impulse was responding to the presence of the dominant African male by triggering a hunger in her own body.

She lay back submissively, raising her thighs on either side as he descended on to her and raised her hips for him. He brushed aside the hand she lowered to guide him in. Instead he poised only for a moment before thrusting.

Petra yelped at the sudden almost brutal entry, and spread her legs even wider.

The African humped his hips and black cock slid up into her body. Her hands wrapped around him but he pushed her arms away and held her down, pinioning her arms above her head before thrusting again. This time his cock seemed to push through her uterus until she thought it was going to puncture her womb!

She gasped and worried for a moment it was going to go too deep into her then he was pulling back. She enjoyed the ease of pressure and the sensation of his cock withdrawing back but worried that he would pull all the way out. Her legs came up and wrapped around him.

Her head fell back when he drove back into her and she yelled again is it pushed deep into her body. She felt stuffed with the hard hot black shaft and delighted in the feelings that overwhelmed her. She clung to the thrusting Africans holding him close as he heaved on top of her.

She stroked his hard body, marvelling at the blackness of his skin, and briefly wondered what her friends would think if they could see her now.

She didn't care.

She humped back at him as he drove his cock into her body.

His hands reached under her and grasped her shoulders tightly as he drove his hips forward, holding her in position as he took his pleasure from her curvy body. He loved it when white women submitted to his cock. He grasped her knees pulling them up and apart opening her up to his thrusts.

Petra moaned and squirmed in exquisite pleasure as the masterful man dominated her with his hard pounding body. She gasped and wriggled and pushed her hips back onto his cock whenever he pulled back, wailing when he drove back into her.

When he pulled out and pushed her away she was astonished and surprised.

"Don't stop! Please put it back in!"

The African just laughed.

"You want this?"

He grasped his wet glistening cock, and waved it at her?

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! I want you to put your black cock back in me!"

The African just grinned and laughed.

"I want you to beg for it! Beg for my cock woman."

Petra eyes widened, but her hunger for his cock drove any rational thought. She didn't care about equality. She did not care about upholding her rights as a woman. She just wanted this man to drive his cock into her!

"Please. Please put it back in ... I need it. I want it. I beg you to fuck me. I'm just a woman ... I need a man fucking me!"

The Minister grinned and leaned forward. He was amused to see her face lighten up and her legs spread wider, but he ignored her and kept away from her.

"On your knees! Turn over and spread yourself and beg for my cock!"

Petra's eyes widened. Then she rolled over and pushed up onto her hands and knees. She splayed her thighs and dropped her shoulders, offering up her shaven womanhood.

"Please, please just ram my cock in my cunt," shocking herself at her own crudity.

The Minister grasped her hips and pulled her back as he leaned forward aiming his cock at her wet, glistening sex.

Petra moaned in delight as the hard hot cock slid back into her body. She braced her shoulders realising that in this position he would thrust even deeper into her small uterus. She did not complain, she simply moaned her excited submission.

The Minister raised himself onto his feet crouching behind the kneeling white woman he drove his hips forward in a series of hard deep thrusts delighting in the squeals that broke out from the white woman kneeling before him and offering up her white womanhood for his pleasure.

He grinned to himself. This was how it should be. He could feel his cock had pushed through her cervix which gripped the end of his cock tightly. This is how Africans should rule the countries they now owned. By stuffing their black pricks up tight white cunts as the white womenfolk begged for their cocks.

His cock throbbed and jerked and he spurted his seed up into the woman, holding her firmly as she gasped and moaned through her own orgasm. He pulled out sending that last two spurts of seed across her trembling white back.

Petra felt a moment of terror as the African's seed poured into her. It seemed to be shooting direct into her womb. She was not on the pill and the man could get her pregnant!

Then he slapped her upraised bottom, slapped it hard.

Petra jumped as his hand struck her bottom. It sent another thrill of pleasure through her.

"Get dressed! Your boss will be worried I have k**napped you. We need to get back to the meeting. They will have started without us."

Petra moaned into the pillow her brain seemed all s**ttered by the thrilling experience.

Meeting? Meeting? She could not think! Oh God! The meeting! Her boss would be expecting her, would be counting on her!

Petra arrived back at the meeting an hour late, but the look on her boss's face was relief rather than any anger. As the Minister guided her into her chair, he saw the African's hand slide over Petra's bottom and noticed she made no objection to this over familiar act.

The Minister took his seat.

Petra picked up her pen and pad.

The meeting continued for a further hour while Mark explained further how he believed his company could help promote tourism in Zimbabwe. He found the African face inscrutable as they listened politely. He was normally a good judge of how things were going but felt the Africans were simply being polite as they listened to him.

Finally he brought his presentation to a close and sat back, and waited.

The Africans also waited.

He noticed that most were glancing at the Minister and it was Petra who finally turned and looked at him. He smiled back and patted her leg, before turning back to the white businessman.

"We need to discuss the terms and conditions that you are offering ... and of course the rates."

Mark sat up. Clients usually only discussed the rates when they wanted to squeeze his price, but that was usually a sign they were taking his bid seriously. He thought quickly about what he might offer in a way of a rebate. He had, of course, come prepared for this and knew what he could cut back on, but it was not a good idea to accept a reduced deal too quickly.

The Minister raised his hand forestalling Mark from speaking.

"Looking at your rates you have made no provision for locally based Manager."

Mark looked confused for a moment. There was no need for a local manager. Everything these days could be done by internet, and video conferencing. E-mail allowed for easy communication and telephone conferencing as cheap with modern internet communications. There really was no need for a local manager.

"With the level of work we intend to give you it will be necessary for you to employ a manager locally and they of course will require local assistance so you will need to employ a local Zimbabwean in order to facilitate visa approvals."

Mark was about to speak, but his instinct stopped him and he looked instead to Joshua then back to the Minister.

"Joshua add £2,500 a month to Mr Hughes proposal to cover a local Manager, with a Z$400 dollars a month for a local employee. We will need to add £500 for annual membership of the Harare Women's Club for Petra here."

Petra turned in her chair to stare at the Minister. He looked back at her.

"You do want to be a member of the Harare Women's Club?"

Petra's eyes went very wide.

"But ... but ... if I become a member I will have to..."

Her voice tailed away at the thought if being naked on that stage in front of all those ranting lusting men. They might ... might ... might even want her to do it with that dog.

Her pussy at that moment started to dribble juices, mixed to her embarrassment the seed of the Minister. Would Mark smell it?

"I'm afraid membership would be vital to ensure you make the right social and business connections and the Manager in an enterprise like this needs to be able to make those connections, so it is absolutely vital in such a post."

Mark reeled in shock. The last thing he had expected was for the Africans to appoint Petra as the local manager. The idea was just not right. Petra was an excellent PA but not good enough to be a Manager.

He gathered his thoughts and was about to respond when he saw Joshua discreetly shake his head. He paused and glanced back to the Minister to see that he was now resting his hand on Petra's leg and squeezing it with Petra making no objection or pushing him away.

He paused and glanced at Joshua who smiled and nodded.

"So that's three extra sums to be added to your rates."

Joshua had reminded him that the Minister's proposal would not cost him anything at all as they were agreeing to pay extra for Petra to be the manager. Was this just a device to be able to get at Petra. He remembered Joshua's earlier words and kept quiet.

He sat back and paused to think. He glanced back to Petra and the Minister who was still fondling her leg.

Petra had thought past membership of the Harare Women's Club to realise that what was being proposed that she became Mark's Zimbabwe Manager and lived here. That would mean a promotion, more money, and being a member of a Club were any man could demand her sexual submission.

Her heart beat a bit faster and her chest rose and fell as she thought through all the implications.

"Now we need to discuss some of these other rates you thought you were going to charge us."

Mark realised the real discussion was about to take his place and his heart fell, then he recalled the Minister mentioning he need a Manager because of the extra work he was going to be given. He perked up again.

"Ok, that's enough for today. We'll continue on Monday. I'm glad you will be staying in our lovely country over the weekend. It will help you get a better understanding of the country. Joshua you are meeting Mark and Petra for dinner tonight."

Joshua nodded.

"Good after the meal I want you to take Petra out to the Lodge overlooking Lake Chivero so she can see the lake in moonlight. No need for you to go Mark. I'm sure you must have lots of thoughts you want to put together after today's meeting. Besides I'm sure gazing at moonlit lakes is not a priority for a businessman like you."

"Well I'm not sure I should abandon Petra, it is after all only her second night in this country. You appreciate my concern she has had a long flight."

Mark glanced at Petra to judge her reaction. He found she was looking at Joshua with an odd expression on her face that he did not recognise.

"Nonsense Mark! I know you have work to do in order to make sure you win the contract. Tonight I want Petra here to see why she would just love to spend a few years working in our country!"

Mark looked at Petra, who realised he was worried about leaving her alone with the Africans. She smiled at him and nodded reassuringly.

"I should be all right. Seeing the lake in moonlight sounds well ... nice."

Mark frowned but nodded acceptance.

"Good all settled. You will like the Rainbow Hotel. I there is a Charity Dinner there tonight that I must attend otherwise I would join you for a meal. Perhaps tomorrow I could join you for a meal at L'escargot?"

Mark nodded.

"That's sounds good. We'll make it a date. Thank you Mr Kafuso."

Petra looked at him quickly then glanced away.

The Minister stood and everyone shook hands before they left,

The meal at the Rainbow Hotel was quieter than Petra's lunch!

She enjoyed the meal, and sure enough as Mr Kafuso had indicated soon a stream of men and women were streaming through the lobby heading for what looked like a large white banqueting tent attached to the Hotel.

Most of the men wearing evening dress, with white shirts and bow ties, while most of the women seemed to be in an extra-ordinary array of colourful African style dresses. Many were the sort of African 'matrons' that she had seen pictures of, stout well-built African women who looked like real battleaxes, who were not to be trifled with.

More intriguing to Petra were the young women her age, and some looked as though they were still in their late teens, who walked through the lobby of the hotel on the arms of black men, African men who were much older than the women they e*****ed.

The African men strolled into the lobby looking as though they owned all they could see. Entirely comfortable in their surroundings, confident forward men who walked with a strut, while the younger white women clung to their arms almost fawning on them.

The women she noticed were far better dressed than the utilitarian lightweight dress that Petra wore. Many were long flowing dresses, and she was almost surprised they were not short, and realised she had already classified these women. However, the dresses were often tight, and usually low cut displaying their full, round, white breasts to their black e*****.

Petra knew she had nothing to fear in the breast department. Most women envied her full bust, though sometimes Petra herself wondered if her breasts were too big!

The display lasted about half an hour, but had a lasting impact. She had seen two white men walk through the lobby to attend that dinner but most had been black. Joshua explained he normally attended these events himself, and that the party of government were keen to be seen to be supporting local charitable events. Mark had listened attentively especially when Joshua identified a Government Minister walking through the lobby.

Petra had also noticed the age difference between many of those couples. There were women in their thirties accompanied by men in their forties and fifties, while some women who looked as though they might only be s*******n seemed quite happy on the arm of African men in their sixties!

It was clear that Joshua knew all the men of importance in Zimbabwe.

"Assuming the contracts are all signed perhaps I could e***** to Petra to one of our dinners?"

Mark nodded.

"I think that would be a good idea don't you Petra?"

Petra broke away from her thoughts and nodded.

"I don't really have any dresses like that though!"

Joshua laughed.

"Don't worry about that you will find the women's shops in Borrowdale stock the best and latest fashions, and since your boss here agrees it would be good for you to attend I am sure he will put a new dress on your expenses."

Mark coughed, but bit back any comment. He had after all just been reminded that the contract he was hoping to win had not been signed yet.

Petra smiled.

After the dinner was over Joshua announced her was going to take Petra out to the lake, to show her the safari park there at night, which he added was when the predators were out and about.

Mark had his concerns and was surprised at the way his PA seemed happy enough to go off with this man, but clearly she was not worried, and he wanted to start putting things together while the meeting was fresh in his mind.

For Petra the drive out of the lake was unusual in itself. The road into the park was not tarred and the hard baked earth was rutted. She had been slightly surprised that there were armed soldiers at the entrance to the safari park.

They had looked big and mean when they stopped the car. With helmets and sub –machine guns at the ready. They looked like men who would be happy to use those guns. When they realised Joshua was in the back of they immediately became respectful and waved them into the park. That in turn surprised and impressed Petra.

"Is it necessary to have armed guards at the park?"

"There is always a danger from poachers. We have Rhino, lions and cheetah in the park and there is unfortunately a black market in wild a****ls who have become very valuable."

Petra accepted this answer as they drove into the park on unlit muddy track of a road. She was surprised when they drove up to a tree covered bluff that was crowned by a large lodge. She looked up at it as got out if the car. The lodge seemed well lit and had some large windows looking out over the park which must provide a wonderful view across the lake and park.

"Come on up Petra. I think you will enjoy spending the weekend here rather than in a Hotel."

He led her up the bluff and into the Lodge. She noticed that his driver was following her up to the lodge carrying a large boxed parcel from the car.

Inside the lodge she was surprised so see how well furnished it was. Inside the Lodge there was another tall African waiting. She was led into a large lounge, which had the large windows she had seen from outside.

"This is Shinu. He is the major-domo and will see to all your needs while at the villa. He will be discreet when you have visitors. I have asked him to assist my driver."

Petra looked from Shinu to Joshua with a raised eye wondering what he meant.

Joshua waved his driver forward.

"I have a present for you here."

He opened the box and Petra gasped as a log flowing dress almost seemed to flow out of the box and over his arm.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it looks wonderful."

Petra was thrilled at the present. She had nothing like it, even at home. She stepped forward to look at the dress more closely, but Joshua raised a hand stopping her in her tracks.

"First you must be prepared. My driver and Shinu will help you undress."

Petra's eyes widened and she looked from Joshua to his driver and then to Shinu. Both men had wicked grins on their faces as they approached her and her heart jumped and her stomach lurched.

Quickly the men seized her and Petra's knees went weak. Their hands did not hesitate to touch her. Both of the men had one hand holding her firmly while the other hand touched. Both men had a hand unbuttoning her blouse. In doing so both men took the opportunity to palm and fondle her breasts.

Both men seemed delighted in her large full breasts and liked squeezing them. She looked over to Joshua and saw only pleasure on his face as he watched the two black men fondle her large white breasts.

She felt a quiver of excitement run through her pussy as the two men fondled her. It was the driver who unzipped her skirt and pushed it over her hips, then he knelt in front of her and she made no protest as he pulled her panties down,

Shinu had stepped behind her and unclipped her bra, she brought her hands up to cover her breasts but Shinu reached in from of her and pushed her hands down before returning to grasp and fondle her breasts with his large hands.

The driver still kneeling between her legs pushed her thighs apart and leaned forward forcing a gasp from Petra as she realised what he intended. She looked quickly up at Joshua who just grinned back to her.

The driver's tongue darted forward and started lapping and Petra was the glad of the African behind her who helped hold her weight when she gasped with the sudden pleasure erupting between her legs.

Shinu moved close and she felt his heavy cock against her bottom and squirmed against the male hardness while the African between her legs had opened her up with his tongue and was now thrusting his tongue between her lips and into her cunt. She tried to spread her legs wider while also trying to stay on her feet.

The fondling and licking went on for around ten minutes driving Petra wild with passion. Then the driver stood up and stepped away. With Shinu behind her she was held in position, she didn't mind. Her nipples were now erect and her breasts seemed very full inflated by her excitement. She openly rubbed her bottom against the hardness of the major-domo's cock.

Her heart pounded faster as she watched the driver strip off his clothes. Her eyes followed his every move as his clothes were tossed to one side. As his trousers fell to the floor her eyes were riveted on his manhood.

His erect manhood.

Her womanhood pulsed in greedy anticipation.

The driver stepped forward and took her from the man behind her.

When he pushed her to her knees she gratefully slid her mouth over his cock and started sucking. Eagerly sucking, relishing the taste of male prick. She loved the taste on her tongue. She loved the way men reacted as she pleasured them. She wrapped her lips around his black length and slipped her mouth down its length nibbling with her lips. She reached up and grasped the muscular legs of the African and started bobbing her head.

Behind her Shinu stepped clear and started to undress.

He looked down watching the pretty white woman as her head rose and fell in his friend's lap while Joshua Faria sat back and watched with an amused grin on his face. Shinu's eyes ran over the woman's full shapely body. Then he dropped down behind her pushing her forward. Petra trembled as the second man's hands encircled her slim waist. She spread her thighs wide for him as she knelt in front of Joshua's driver eagerly pleasuring him with mouth and tongue.

"Wait!"

It was the driver who saw what Shinu intended and he was not going to be frustrated and settle for a blow job from this lovely women, good as she was he wanted it her pussy!

He pulled out of her mouth grinning as the woman moaned in protest at the cock being taken from her hungry mouth. He dropped down and grasped her hands then pulled her forward on top of him. Petra was only too delighted to straddle the African once she realised what he wanted.

She gasped as she sat astride him and guided the driver's hardness between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock across her womanhood before sinking down on it. She moaned at it slid into her tight sheath. When the driver pulled her forward she happily bent forward clasping him lowering her breasts to his chest and rubbing them against him.

When she felt Shinu behind her she give no thought to his hands squeezing and stroking her buttocks. The driver brought his hands around her to clasp him too and she rubbed herself against him as she grasped and milked his thrusting cock with her inner muscles.

Shino moved up behind her without her noticing or realising his intention. One of his hands moved into position in the small of her back and the driver wrapped her legs around her thighs holding her in position.

It was only when the head of Shinu's cock nudged between her curvy bottom that she realised what the black man behind her intended. She had had anal sex once before and had not particularly liked it. She twisted in the driver's grasp and belated realised she was firmly in the hold of the man beneath who was helping to keep her in position for his friend.

After a few wriggles she whimpered and give up any resistance and braced herself submissively for what was to come.

Shinu grinned as he felt the woman's tight anal ring. He felt her tremble and knew was not happy with this development, but that did not matter to Shinu. There was nothing she could do to stop him and he pushed forward enjoying the tightness as her wrinkled anal opening resisted his entry.

He shifted his weight onto the woman and gasped as the head of his cock pushed through her tight anal ring. Petra moaned through her pain as the thick cock pierced her bowels. She looked down into the grinning face of the driver as he humped upwards sending his cock deep into her sheath.

Shinu grinned and thrust himself forward. This time with the resistance passed his cock slid easily into the woman. Petra moaned as the cock in her ass seemed to fill up her body. Then she was crushed between two horny black men using her body for their pleasure and she moaned again in shock as the two men thrust and withdrew!

The two men had sandwiched her body and she could feel their warm masculine bodies in front and behind her. Their thrusting cocks both inside her at once were intensifying their thrusts. They were taking their pleasure from her and despite the discomfort the sheer presence of two demanding males front and back was also exhilarating and exciting.

Now that Shinu was deep inside her the discomfort was falling away. She felt really stuffed with cock, hot hard cock that pulsed and throbbed deep in her body. Petra wailed at the extremity of the sensations overpowering her body.

The two Africans had deep expressions of lust on their faces as they pumped and thrust at the pinioned white woman, who on her second day in Zimbabwe!

Joshua watched with delight as the woman squirmed, moaned and gasped between the thrusting black men. He was confident she would fit in well. She was a fitting reward for Shinu and his driver. He glanced at his watch checking the time, and then sent a quick text message.

He watched the two Africans jerk and spasm together as they both shot their sperm into the women in simultaneous spurts deep inside her hot channels. He grinned as the woman shrieked and collapsed between the two jerking men.

Petra's fear of pregnancy resurfaced briefly, but she was too aroused and excited to care anymore as the men's sperm flowed into her body.

Then he stood up and walked and walked out of the Lodge.

Petra rolled onto her back. The two Africans had abandoned her but she lay on the floor. She was sated, and lay there basking in the radiant glow. Even her back passage so rudely used was seeping lust.

What a marvellous situation she was is.

Here she was lying on a lion skin rug deep in Africa in a remote hunting lodge panting with the sperm of two men seeping out of her orifices. Her lunchtime experience had been phenomenal, out of this world, and now she had been offered a job to stay here! If she accepted she would have a promotion as well!

Could life get any better?

She heard a door open but paid it no regard.

The major-domo could be relied on she assumed for security and she assumed it was him moving about. She wondered where she was to sleep tonight, and where Shinu would be sleeping.

She grinned to herself knowing she would not have to sleep alone tonight. Shinu may be a dirty pervert but he was a man and all she had to do was crook her finger and he would come into her bed.

She grinned and stared up at the ceiling.

She heard the pad of footsteps cross the polished timber floor of the lodge and looked up to see another black man walking across the room towards her. With surprise she noticed it was one of the African's she had shared a table with for lunch.

Her mind was in a daze from all the sex and she struggled to remember his name.

Her brain sharpened when he started to strip. She turned and raised herself onto an elbow to look at the man. There was something that had been said at lunchtime that was on the edge of her consciousness.

"Joseph ... it's Joseph isn't it?"

The man grinned. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than herself. As his clothes came off she marvelled at his muscular strength. He even had a rack of stomach muscles! As his trousers fell her eyes went to his cock and she turned and rose on to her hands and knees.

She waited there, wondering what he would want from her first.

Then it dawned on her what had been said about this man. He was an officer in the security ... but he was also described as a pimp!

She heard a scuttling noise behind her and turned her head wondering what was behind her making that noise.

Her eyes shot wide at the sight of a large German shepherd dog standing behind her. She shook her head and looked again. It was still there. It's pink tongue lolled out her mouth. It's eyes looked bright. The dog shifted position and in doing so Petra saw that it's cock had emerged from its furry sheath.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised its length and thickness. She fought back the nervous tension that overwhelmed her and turned back to the African man in front of her and his eyes focussed on his erect heavy cock and the black balls hanging below.

She realised there was no where she would rather be in the world than exactly where she was on her hands and knees between man and b**st.

"Are you ... are you ... are you going to pimp me?"

The grin on the African's face seemed feral in its intensity.

She nearly fainted with excitement when she heard he a****l behind her pad forward as the African in front of her approached her.

She braced her legs and opened her mouth...