A Nigerian Adventure

Dean sat at his desk in the State Department building.
he had risen to the rank of the Undersecretary of Consular Affairs.
It was a lofty position for someone his age with only four years in the State Dept.

He had a law degree from Harvard, finishing #1 in his class.
It didn’t hurt that he was young, 5’10” with long wavy red hair,
and that his figure was a slim and somewhat feminine.
His ass was big just the way he liked it.

Dean got to his desk on a Monday at 7 AM as was his habit
and his boss had already sent him an email that she was probably going
to need him to go to Nigeria that day to fix a trade union problem.
His boss didn't think it would be very difficult,
but the regular head of Consular Affairs at the Nigerian embassy had taken ill. Dean was the obvious choice.
He was reading up on the union situation when his boss,
Mary Napoli came into his office with his flight itinerary.
"I'm sorry for the short notice Dean, we have you going out tonight."

Dean wasn't upset,
"I'm single boss, no wife, no girlfriend"
he looked down his glasses at Mary and smiled,
"No boyfriend, either."

“I wouldn't care, pal. Go ahead, have a boyfriend, it beats two divorces!"
A moment later, Mary was happy again
and chatting about the union problems at the Nigerian Embassy.
"It shouldn't be a big deal,
Nigerian unions are a pain in the ass but not more than most.
The regular Consular Affairs chief is Jack Sommerly. He's really good but it seems as though he's... sick?"
Mary had made a big pause. Dean looked at her, curious.
"Looks like someone in the senior embassy staff might have been having
a little nighttime fun with our Jack, naughty, naughty!"
They both laughed again.
“Look, get this tied off and get back here in two weeks.
I'll get you a week off
and an assignment someplace warm with not much to do, sounds good?
You look like you could use a little beach time!"

Dean smiled and said,
"In that case, I'll get this solved in two days, not two weeks!"

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His flight to Lagos was smooth and he arrived ready to work.
A smart-looking marine picked him up at the airport in an embassy car
and just minutes later Dean entered the US Embassy in Nigeria
and met the Ambassador, George Anderson.
George promised his full cooperation and e*****ed Dean to his office
where he met his staff.

They were both strikingly handsome young men.
Julio DiGiorno was 5’10", olive skinned, and very Italian looking.
Frank Glanz was about the same height,
with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
They were both dressed in pants that were too tight for the office and high heels. Their figures were straight out of Playgirl Magazine,
Dean worried that these two might be trouble
but after half an hour of conversation with them both,
he had changed his mind.

Julio was in charge of supplies and provisions for the Embassy. He had to liason between the Nigerian vendors
and the needs of the Americans that worked in the facility.
Frank was in charge of labor relations between
the Embassy and domestic Nigerians that worked in the building
and related services such as transportation and food service.

They both knew their purviews well
and Dean was impressed with their professionalism.

They both admitted that they didn't know why Jack Sommely had left.
They didn't think it was about the union disagreement.

"Any idea who he was carrying on with, the Ambassador?"
Dean smiled.

"Oh, no way"
laughed Frank
"He wasn't with any of the men inside the building!"
Julio nodded.
"Not an American?"
Dean asked.
"Not!"
said Julio.
Oh, well, Dean thought, there's a huge international community in Lagos,
it could be anyone.

The two guys lived together in a house in the suburbs and they ended their
getting acquainted session by inviting Dean over for drinks sometime.
They didn't make a date, but the guys both said,
"Let's do it in the next few days."
Dean smiled and said,
"I'll bring a bottle of wine."
Dean spent the rest of the day
trying to figure out what union problems he was supposed to fix.
No one was quite sure so he made an appointment to see the heads of the three major unions the next day at 1 PM for lunch.
He went back to his hotel and lay down but felt restless. He decided to surprise Julio and Frank
with two bottles of wine and maybe have some fun,
they had seemed like his kind of men.
He got a cab and was outside their modest but nice home in 20 minutes.
He peeked into the window before ringing the doorbell
just to see if they were home.
To his surprise, he saw Frank slow dancing in the living room
with a tall, muscular young Nigerian.
The curtains were drawn but were partially transparent so Dean could see them. Dean was floored by how romantic they were together.
Their bodies were pressed close to one another and they were kissing,
their mouths locked together.
They moved slowly, humping each other,
Frank's moving to the rhythm that the Black boy was imposing on his white body. Frank's hands were all over the boy's face and shoulders.
His hands were all over Frank's full body,
touching his breasts and hips and then lowering his pants.
Frank had thong panties on so his butt cheeks
were glowing white against his black hands.
Frank's hips gyrated into his, they were making love without penetration.
Dean thought it was the most sensual thing he had ever seen.

Dean saw another couple walk into the room, but these two people were naked. The male was Julio and he was completely nude except for high heels.
He was leading another young, handsome Black Nigerian by his Black Cock.
He was smiling broadly as they entered the room.
Dean saw the Black Man's naked cock in Julio's hand and his knees grew weak.

My GOD, it was at least 10"!
Julio’s gaze was clearly on Frank and his Black partner
but his right hand was jerking the angry-looking Black Cock
as they walked into the room together.

Dean’s eyes were glued to the Black Cock in Julio’s hand.
Dean had only seen four erect penises in his life, other than his own,
and he wondered if this Black Cock was as big as the four put together.
Hee thought yes, it was that big, this Black Cock was bigger
than all four of his white lovers put toghether, or at least pretty close.

His knees grew shakier as Julio guided that giant cock toward Frank.
Frank stopped kissing the Black boy
and slid his clothes off exposing his naked body.

Frank looked at Julio and smiled,
then looked up at the naked black man and smiled again.
He gently caressed the Black Man's hard muscles
as he sank to his knees in front of him.

Frank took his long, hard ferocious black cock into his mouth
and began to suck on the head.
His white hands gently moved up and down his athletic thighs
as he used his nails to gently scratch his skin.

Dean looked at the man and saw his head was cocked back
and his body was trembling almost uncontrollably.
The white men were driving this Black lover crazy,
Dean thought, and he was loving it.
His eyes were fixed on his trembling Black body.
The two people, one lily white, the other black as night, were in sexual heaven.

Dean was so engrossed in those two that suddenly he realized
that he missed Julio undressing the first Black boy.
He was completely nude now and Julio was taking his black cock into his mouth, matching Frank’s movements and rhythms.
Julio’s mouth moved slowly back and forth on an equally massive black cock. Dean was stunned.
He didn’t have any idea a man could have something like that.
These Black Cocks were easily 10”
Dean's white lovers had been maybe 4” at most.

He stood at the window for a long time,
engrossed in the two white men sucking their black men.
Dean put down the bottles of wine,
his hand moved under his flies to his penis and he played with his shaft.
He had to put one hand on the window sill to steady himself.
The sight of interracial sex excited him more than he had ever felt before.

The instant he touched his penis,
the most intense climax of his life tore through his white body,
he moaned out loud, slumping against the window, his body trembling.
He couldn’t help it, he was making pretty loud noises
and then his knees completely gave out.
He collapsed into the flower bed beneath the window, his body pulsating wildly.

He lay there for a moment just cumming.
Dean had never let himself do that intense before in his 28 years,
just lay back and enjoy a ferocious cum ripping through his mind and body.
His penis was pulsing and his knees shook and even his toes were curling.
He was whimpering and in his mind,
Dean could still see those two magnificient Black Cocks.

They were jet black and straight and looked hard as steel.
He saw those Black Cocks slipping into white asses
and spewing sperm into white men.
His cum intensified as he saw the Black Cocks spitting out sperm in his mind.
He wanted to see these two guys take these African's sperm.
He had to see it!

He heard a noise and looked up
and was shocked to see a couple standing directly in front of him.
They had probably witnessed his orgasm.
The man was tall, dark black, and very handsome wearing a well-tailored suit.

His companion was a Caucasian male, brunette, with a svelte body,
dressed in a low-cut business suit.
They stood hand in hand,
"What the FUCK are you doing guy?”
the white guy yelled.

His accent was British and he was furious.
His boyfriend seemed amused but Dean was so ashamed of masturbating
in public outside these guy’s window that he ran.
He had changed out of his dress shoes into running shoes
back at the hotel so he was moving fast.
He looked back after 5 minutes and no one was following him.
He sighed in relief.
He then figured out the app for the Nigerian Uber and got back to his hotel.

He lay on his bed shocked and embarrassed.
When the brunette told Frank and Julio, the two guys would know it was him, especially since he had left the two bottles of wine outside the window.
But mostly, Dean saw those Black Cocks
and the guy's lips moving up and down on them.
He stripped naked and lay in his hotel room looking at photos he had googled using the search 'Huge African cocks.'
Some of the Black Cocks in the photos had white hands holding them.

Dean masturbated for three hours and climaxed four times.
His best cum happened when he realized the brunette would report
the voyeur and then he too would get naked
and all three Black Men would fuck all three of the white men,
taking turns cumming in their asses.
His penis exploded like dynamite!
He lay on his bed breathless and sweaty,
his fingers sopping wet with his own cum juices.

In his 28 years, he had only masturbated infrequently before today
and the orgasms had been unimpressive.
Needless to say, none of his white lovers had made him cum
but witnessing white men sucking African cocks
had made him cum four times in bed and once lying in a flower bed
in full view of a British white man and his Black male lover!

Dean lay in his bed, guilty, exhausted and tremendously horny.
Somehow, slept crept upon him, his fingers still on his penis.

Dean woke naked and still sweaty.
He sat up in bed and looked around his room.
His laptop was open in the bed next to him and a video was playing.
In the video, two blonde guys were sucking a muscular Black Man's cock.
They would lick his cock and then kiss each other.
Dean watched it in awe, his legs still spread wide.

At the end of the video,
the Black Man sprayed sperm into both of the white guys mouths.
They kissed, sharing the Black Man's sperm between them.
The white men looked so happy and genuinely horny.
Dean had seen porn before and usually, the guys looked uninterested.
Not these guys!
They liked this Black Man.

Dean was ashamed of himself and what he had done last night,
acting like a peeping Tom in those two guys' private lives.
If they had group sex with African Men, that's their business! Let them!
Dean realized he needed to go on with his day.
He showered dressed and went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast
and checked his email, just routine stuff.
But in his personal email, there was one from Frank.
Uh-oh.

Hi Dean, Julio and I are going to take off today.
We had a weird incident at our house last night.
A friend of ours caught a voyeur peeping
into our living room.
The weird thing is, it was a MAN!
And then even weirder, he left two bottles of wine!
Weird, right?
Oh, and he was tall and had long red hair,
just like you do.
Weirder and weirder, right?
So, we're going to take off today and maybe tomorrow.
It's no problem, right Dean?
We'll let you know when we want to come in again.
Oh, by the way,
we have a video of that redheaded man
masturbating in front of our window.
Thanks!!!!

Oh shit, Dean thought. They're going to blackmail me.
They know I was masturbating to their interracial cocksucking
and they're going to use it against me.
Video?
SHIT!
Dean tried to calm himself, if I don't make trouble for them,
maybe they won't make trouble for me.

The best thing he could do was prepare for his meeting at 1 PM
with the heads of the three largest trade unions.
Their contracts all needed to be updated and time was growing short.
He went into the office and spent the morning learning about Nigerian labor law, the history of those trade unions, and the past several contracts they had negotiated with the American Embassy.
At 1 PM he exited his embassy car and entered the HQ of the largest of the three trade unions.

He was met at the door by a young French man.
He introduced herself as Remy and said he was the Special Assistant
to the head of the largest of the trade unions, Babatunde Akala.
The two men shook hands
and Remy e*****ed him through the large building into a conference room
where the three union heads waited for him.

The three Black Men rose as he entered
and Remy introduced Dean to all three of them.
The other two union chiefs also had special assistants and Dean met them too. One was a ********** German man named Hans with long blonde hair,
almost white, and wearing very fitted clothes.
He was absolutely breathtaking.
The other special assistant was an American like Dean and in fact,
they could have been brothers.
About the same height, his hair was blonder than Dean's
but still unmistakably a redhead.
He too was dressed revealingly.
Dean was the only white man in the room
not showing off his body.

They got down to business right away.

Each of the union chiefs outlined what he wanted for the next contract
and although they spoke with great conviction
they insisted there would be no compromises,

Dean felt that their demands were actually pretty reasonable
and that ironing out agreements would be a fairly simple process. He had done this before, this should not be a big deal.

Then at 2 PM, the American redhead, Michael,
tapped his chief on the arm and pointed to his watch.
He nodded and they both stood and excused themselves from the room.
The main chief, Akala, was speaking
and explained that the two had urgent business
and would return in a few minutes.

The Black Man and his white assistant didn't leave the room through the exit. They went into what appeared to be a small room
on the side of the conference room and shut the door behind them.
Akala spoke about his union's demands for several minutes
and Dean was attentive.
Then suddenly, a man's voice could clearly be heard
groaning loudly from the direction of the private room.
His groans were soon joined by even louder female-like groans.
They grew in volume and intensity.

Akala stopped speaking
and allowed the sounds of passionate lovemaking to fill the conference room.
He was expressionless as was the other Nigerian man
but the other two white men were all smiles.
The German, Hans, even stole over to the door and opened it for a moment, peeking inside and then quickly closing it.
He scurried to Remy and whispered something into his ear.
Remy laughed and pantomimed being out of breath.
Just at that moment Dean distinctly heard a voice moaning and saying
"OH, GOD! OH FUCK ME! OH CUM INSIDE OF ME, BLACK MASTER!!!"
There was an awkward silence since the sounds of fucking had filled the room, for about ten minutes.
Akala said nothing.
At one point, Dean attempted to continue even through the loud sounds of sex
but Akala held up his finger for silence.
Remy, his French assistant sat smiling and periodically looking at the door.

After several minutes, the American redhead
and his boss exited the room and took their seats.
The Black Man looked the same but Michael,
the redhead looked flushed, his cheeks were very red.
Dean also noticed that he had left the room with a white collared shirt
on under his business suit but that now the shirt was gone.
His business blazer was unbuttoned showing his bare chest.
It was obvious that he had just been fucked and he didn't care,
he was smiling from ear to ear.

Mr. Akala said that he thought it had been a productive meeting
and it was now adjourned.
The three Nigerians picked up their papers and left,
leaving the four white men alone.
As soon as they were alone, Michael slumped in his seat and laughed,
looking at Hans and Remy.
"My God! I never get used to the way Black Men can fuck!"
Hans ran over to him and kissed his lips, lingering.
Michael's hand went to the back of Hans's head and held him there.
My God, Dean thought, they're tongue kissing!

Remy appeared suddenly in front of Dean and said "I will e***** you out, Sir."
Dean rose quickly and left the room.

In the hallway, Dean stopped Remy and whispered
"What just happened?
Those two people just fucked in a side room during a meeting with me!"


Remy was completely unruffled.
"Mr. Olotumbo is used to making love at 2 PM.
That is his preference.
When 2 PM comes, he must be inside his assistant
so he reminded him and they made love.
This is Nigeria.
This is what European men do here."

Dean stared at him.
"What do you do if your boss wants the same thing?
How could you handle that?"
Remy looked back at Dean calmly
"What would I do?
I would undress and take him inside of me.
I took him inside of me at 8 AM today until he climaxed
and I will again at about 5 PM.
At 2 PM, it isn't my time to take Mr. Akala inside of me.
I have a colleague named Ralph who is scheduled at 2 PM.
He is from England
and I will guess that Mr. Akala is sliding into him at this very moment."

Remy then continued to walk him out.
"Oh yes, Mr. Akala has invited you to a party tonight.
I will send a car to pick you up at 10 PM tonight.
I strongly suggest that you do not say no to this inviation.
Your successful negotitations depend on your saying yes."
Dean nodded, shocked by all he had seen and heard. He just nodded slowly and said
"Yes, 10 PM."
Remy smiled,
"Dress revealingly.
Very tight pants and shirt, and bare midriff, no socks, and high heels.
Do not wear undergarments. You will not need them."
He turned and slowly walked back into the building.

Dean got into his embassy car and drove to his hotel.

After his chaotic meeting with the trade union chiefs,
Dean decided to go directly back to the hotel and collect himself.
Remy had been very direct about the necessity of Dean’s attendance
in Mr. Akala’s automobile that evening at 10 PM.
Dean must be in that car if he wanted to work things out with the unions,
so he would be.
What he had to figure out was a way to be there
and keep his dignity at the same time.

Hours later, he was still shocked that one of the Nigerian union Chiefs fucked
his white red-headed assistant almost in full view of the meeting attendants.
They made zero attempts to be subtle.
Basically, Dean thought, he could have just fucked him on the table
in front of them all, that’s what it amounted to.

Dean wanted..no...he needed to know more about this culture and customs.

He went up to his hotel room and lay on the bed.
He kept hearing the redhead yelling
“FUCK ME, BLACK, MASTER”
over and over.
Dean had only met him briefly
but he had seemed polite and was really very pretty.
When he had yelled
“FUCK ME, BLACK MASTER”
there had been genuine passion in his voice, real longing. Dean was willing to bet anything he hadn’t been faking it, he was genuinely in the throes of a body breaking orgasm.
Dean wanted to be offended by all of it. But the memory of the redhead’s cries just filled him with lust.
Dean also remembered the redhead saying
“I’m still not used to how well they do that.”
Dean could assume that by “they” he meant African Men
and by “that” he meant fucking.

No one had ever fucked Dean hard enough for him to shout. But then, Dean had only experienced white male lovers.

Dean stripped and he knew he was going to masturbate again.
His right hand massaged his penis
while his left played with his full pink nipples.
He moaned as he imagined the handsome union chief fucking
his red headed assistant and then climaxing inside of him,
sending thick streams of African semen swimming through his body,
firming that perfect union between those strong African male genes
and those lovely feminine male genes.

Dean’s hips were moving with such strength
that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall.
His neighbors would think he was fucking but…
but Dean only wished that was true.
He lay naked in his bed,
his Caucasian penis ripped apart by lust and orgasm and he wept.
He wanted a strong African man to fuck him but didn’t want it at the same time. The tears flowed.

Catching himself, he told himself that he just needed to eat something.
He called room service and ordered a sandwich with fries and a half bottle of wine.
He had to think of a way to accompany Mr. Akala tonight, he presumed as his date, without breaking embassy rules.
He lay in his bed naked, running through every scenario in his head,
but they all ended the same way.
Mr. Akala would make a pass at him
and he would have to refuse and his union negotiations would fail.

Dean heard a sharp knock on his door
and realized he had been thinking for almost an hour until the food had come.
He couldn’t go to the door since he was nude.
“Can you let yourself in?”
he shouted and heard the door open.

A moment later, a room service waiter clad in a short white jacket wheeled in a cart.

The presentation was lovely, fine china, flowers, real silverware
and the waiter was also first-class.
Dark black, tall and clearly muscular, he was also very handsome
with a small mustache and a warm, friendly smile.
He seemed unsurprised that Dean was clearly naked
and covering himself with just a thin bedsheet.

“Oh, thank you, yes, that’s lovely, thank you, yes,
right by the bed, oh that’s great, thank you.”
Dean was beaming at him, smiling ear to ear, he was so happy to see him.
The waiter introduced himself as Chakko and set his meal for him,
pouring a lovely glass of wine.

Dean watched him as he set it up.
Large, strong hands, a manly bearing, wide shoulders
and a deep masculine baritone voice, he was dreamy, Dean thought.
He kept smiling and thanking him many times and he took it all easily.

Finally, he smiled at him and said in his thick Nigerian accent
“Will dat be all, Sir?”
to which Dean smiled and asked if he would stay for a few minutes,
he had a only been in Nigerian for two days
and he had a few questions about the culture, would he mind?
“Of course not, Sir!”
Dean sat, still covering his naked body with the bedsheet
and took a bite of the cheeseburger.
He was clearly nervous.
"Uhm, Chakko, I've only been in your country for about 36 hours
and I like it, I mean it's very nice and this hotel is really nice...."

Dean hesitated, Chakko was looking at him with a friendly gaze
and he found him so attractive.

He had never found Black Men attractive before he came to Nigeria, but now he saw something he hadn't seen before.

He continued
"Yes, well, what I mean is,
I keep seeing some things here that I don't see as much
back home in Minnesota and I just want to ask you about it."
Chakko nodded and said
"What is it you see here, Sir?"

Dean really didn't know how to say it without being super graphic,
but he tried.
"Well, I've already seen a lot of people...
like you Chakko, you know Nigerians...and a lot of people like me.....
you know, Europeans and Americans...well....getting together.
Do you know what I mean?"

Chakko smiled and said
"I think so, Sir. By people like me, do you mean Nigerian Men?"
Dean nodded yes.
"And by people like you, do you mean, white men?"
Dean smiled and nodded yes.
Chakko went on,
"And by getting together, do you mean fucking?"

Dean's mouth dropped open.
"Uhm...Chakko...I mean...."
He was flustered.

But then he realized after all he had seen here,
the Black Men fucking his colleagues,
Michael amazed by how well his boss had just fucked him, he realized....
why?
Why be shocked?

So he stopped sputtering and said
"Yes Chakko, I mean Black Nigerian Men and white men.
They seem to do a lot of fucking in this country.
Do you agree?'
Chakko smiled and said
"Oh yes, Sir, I do.
Lots of European and American men come for de fucking. I see it all the time. I see it here in the hotel all the time."

Dean stared into his eyes and Chakko stared back. He pushed the food away.
"Chakko, I would really like it if you came and sat next to me."

He walked to the bed and sat down.
Dean looked down for a moment then back up into his eyes,
"Chakko, may I hold your hand?"
He responded by gently grasping his hand and smiling at him.
Dean melted.
He looked at his hand, so big and strong and yet so dark brown, almost black.
He stroked each individual finger and knuckle.
He laughed out loud and so did he.
"I like you, Chakko."
"I like you too, Sir.'

Chakko hooked his index finger into the top
of the white sheet that was covering Dean's naked body.
Chakko just held his finger there for a few seconds
without any pressure on the sheet.
Dean bit his bottom lip and smiled, then laughed.
"I really do like you"
and he let the sheet drop.
His full white body was now naked for Chakko to see.
Dean stared into his eyes and his were on his blue eyes
and then Chakko moved to his milk white body.
Chakko's hands were on his white shoulders and then down his arms
and then his hands surrounded the milky pink nipples and softly touched them.

Dean's back arched as he touched his nipples, the sensation was electric. His entire body was on fire, the fire of lust and desire.

Dean's hands moved to Chakko's bow tie and jacket and removed them.

Chakko leaned in and kissed his white neck
and licked up and down from his shoulders to his ears.
Dean groaned in pleasure, his nerve endings exploding in pleasure.
He managed to get his white shirt completely unbuttoned and off of him.

Dean pulled the rest of the sheet off of his body
and he moved his hips to help him.
He wanted Chakko to see him completely nude.
The little wisp of red pubic hair that he kept was the only hair on his body.

His legs weren't spread, but they weren't closed either.
His penis was visible to him and he liked that Chakko could see his penis.

Chakko stood up, unbuttoned his trousers and removed his briefs.
Standing before him naked, his Black Cock was only a little bit hard
but was twice the size of any white man's cock Dean had ever seen.

Dean looked at his Cock, transfixed, hypnotized, but he didn't touch it.
He looked into his brown eyes and smiled broadly,
"God, Chakko, how did you get to be so sexy?"
Chakko laughed and played with Dean's long red hair, he bent and kissed him,
their lips touched and their tongues played.

Chakko played with his nipples as they kissed.
Dean was breathless with lust and the nipple play drove him wild.
His hips pulsing back and forth as he squeezed his pink colored nipples.
His white hands searched out his long Black Cock and held him.

One hand on his massive back balls and the other white hand jerking him up and down.
As he hardened, his size was incredible. Chakko moaned and so did Dean.

Chakko laid him back onto the bed and licked his nipples,
sucking them, one at a time in his mouth.
Dean caressed his head as it bent to suck his full nipples.
He lay down on top of Dean and his legs spread without delay.

Dean knew that he was his woman,
he would give himself to him without question,
whenever and wherever he wanted him.

Dean straightened and he took Chakko's Black Cock into his mouth,
sucking on it and feeling it harden in his mouth.
It was so exciting to suck a Black Man.
His head and lips bobbed down on his huge Black Cock
and he realized that white men were boys compared to this.
This was a man!

A Black Man who was going to make love to him....
no, not make love...
he was going to FUCK him!

His lips stretched as he sucked the young Black Man into his mouth,
sucking the cum from him.

He gently pushed him back onto the bed and he stared up into his dark eyes.
His legs spread wider,
"Come inside of me Chakko, my darling.
I want your Black Manhood inside of me, please,
my African stud."
His lips were parted and his eyes were only half open.
He wanted his sex so much that it hurt him.


Chakko slid his Black Cock into Dean's ass slowly,
every half inch felt like an eternity to Dean.
Dean wanted him completely deep inside of him,
he wanted him to move his Black Cock permanently into his ass.
His hips fucked Chakko back as he drove inside of him.

Their bodies moved as one,
perfectly in rhythm as this interracial fucking went on.
He groaned, Dean whispered,
"Fuck me, Black Man"
and
"Oh God, I want your cum in me!"
over and over.
It was by far the hottest sex Dean had ever had.
Chakko fucked him for what seemed like hours.
Every thrust of his hips drove him wild.
His hips thrust back against his and they fucked in unison for a long time.

He came many times on his giant Black Cock, crying out his name each time "Oh, Chakko, oh my God my African lover,
I love you Chakko, fuck me deeper!"
and each time somehow he did fuck him deeper.
His skill as a lover was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Finally, after at least an hour,
his Black muscular body stiffened and he held his cock just at the edge
of Dean's grasping white ass and then plunged into him with one movement.
Chakko gasped and shouted something in his native language
and then Dean felt his huge Black Cock spasming inside of him,
filling him with his semen.

He held him tightly and kissed his lips,
"Oh yes Chakko, I want your sperm,
I want your sperm inside of me, my lover.
Fill me with your baby making cum, Chakko, oh god yes, yes yes, fuck this white ass-pussy!."

Dean had never spoken so sexually to anyone, not even his former lovers.
It felt liberating and he laughed and cried all at the same time.

Chakko's Black body collapsed on his
and he felt his Cock still hard inside Dean's Caucasian ass.
Dean was happy, so happy.
This is what sex felt like.
And love, this is what love felt like.
Dean kissed his cheek and held his dark brown body
against his pale, milk white chest and smiled.

Dean lay on his back in the bed,
his white legs spread wide to accommodate
the strongly built Black Man inside of him.
Chakko had orgasmed just a few moments before
so his thick cock was still hard inside of him.

The sensation was so delicious, Dean thought to himself.
This handsome, strong Black Man had just fucked him for a long time
and then sprayed semen into his ass-pussy.
It was so perfect.

Dean felt him trying to lift himself off of him and he resisted him,
his arms pulling him down,
his long, pale white legs wrapping around his Black body,
his lips all over his face, kissing him and whispering
“My African lover, my sweet, sweet Black lover, stay inside of your redhead's ass-pussy, my African fucker.”

Dean squeezed his ass and sphincter muscles
and pumped his hips to try to restart their fucking.
Chakko didn’t react at first, but after a few moments, Dean knew he had him.

Chakko began to pump into his ass again,
driving hard inside of this Caucasian ass-pussy with his African Cock.

His rod stiffened and he was grunting as he fucked him.
Dean’s hips fucked him back and their bodies,
one lily white, the other a deep brown, moved as one being.
Their lust for each other overpowered them.
Theirs was true love.

This second round of interracial fucking didn’t last as long as the first.
Within a few minutes, Chakko sighed softly, his body tensed and he groaned, sending more Black sperm inside of Dean.
Dean was thrilled.

They lay panting for a few moments in each other's arms
and then Chakko pulled his Black Cock out of his ass,
saying he had to get back to work.

Dean understood, of course, and as Chakko dressed,
he found his wallet and handed him three $100 bills as a tip.
Dean worried it wasn’t enough but Chakko smiled and said
“Thank you, Sir.”

He tied his bow tie, got the room service cart and walked to the hotel room door, and opened it, ready to leave.

Dean had followed him to the door,
naked with his sperm flowing out of his ass.

Dean stopped him at the door and kissed him, whispering
“My God, Chakko! You’re such a man! That was the best sex I’ve ever had”
and the two lovers kissed passionately their tongues meeting.

They lingered at the open door,
Dean could sense other guests were passing in the hallway
but he didn’t care who saw him standing naked,
kissing his African lover!


As they let go of each other,
Chakko walked out of the room and Dean saw that Michael,
the red-headed American guy from the trade union meeting,
was standing directly in front of him, his hand up, ready to knock on the door.

Michael had seen everything.
Dean, naked, covered in sperm, kissing a Black Man as he left his hotel room. Michael and Dean stared at each other.
“I guess I got you ALL wrong!”
Michael laughed
“I thought you were an uptight white bitch!
Now I see you fucking a Black Man the second day you’re here!”
Michael shook his head and walked into the hotel room.

Dean closed the door behind them and stood in front of Michael,
naked with long streams of Chakko’s cum leaking out of his ass.
Michael was holding a thick Manila envelope
“I’m supposed to give these papers, they’re about the union negotiations,
but I guess we’re past that now.”

He was undressing as he spoke, and was very quickly nude except for his shoes. Dean looked at Michael’s body, it was pale white and gorgeous.

Dean noticed Michael had the same tiny patch of pubic hair that he had.
Michael’s was more blonde,

Dean’s was bright orange but other than that, they could have been brothers.
The naked white man in front of him excited him tremendously. He had never made love with another male.

Michael took charge.
He moved to Dean and took him in his arms,
their naked white bodies squashing each other,
Michael’s hands all over Dean’s body, feeling and touching,
it was so sexy how their chests mashed up against each other.


Dean kissed Michael with abandon, their tongues meeting and playing.
Then Dean was flat on his back on the bed with his legs spread
and Michael was licking his penis, balls, and ass deep inside him.

Michael was finger fucking him with one, then two, then three fingers.
It felt so good.
Michael raised his head
“The Black Man’s cum inside you tastes so lovely!”
and went back to eating Dean’s ass.

Dean was crazed, almost cumming and he wanted more.
He changed his position so that he could lick Michael’s penis and ass
at the same time Michael licked his.

Dean whispered
“God, that was sexy when your boss fucked you today!
I came back here and masturbated thinking about it.”
Michael smiled, his face wet with pussy juices, and said
“He came inside me twice today
and his security guys fucked me too
so you’re eating three Black Men’s sperm.”

That put Dean over the top,
Dean buried his tongue into Michael’s ass
and proceeded to cum hard on Michael’s face.

They both came several times before Michael dressed and said that he would let Mr. Akala’s assistant know that Dean had fucked his first Black Man.
Mr. Akala would be pleased.

Michael dressed and left wishing Dean a good night out with Mr. Akala.
“Good luck bitch”
he laughed
“you’re gonna need it!”
and he was gone.


Dean lay in bed, amazed at how horny he was after so much sex already.
He had never been with a Black Man and it turned out to be the best sex ever! Then he had his first boy on boy fucking and that had been almost as good.
And he wanted more sex!

He fell asleep and woke again at 8 PM.
He showered and washed off the dried cum, and then as kind of an afterthought, flushed out his ass.
He chose his tightest silky shirt and form-fitting skinny jeans,
and a cute little leather jacket that just barely covered anything.
He remembered that Remy had said no undergarments
so he didn’t wear any underwear.
He felt so sexy!

It was 9:55 PM and Dean went downstairs.
Three black cars were waiting in front of the hotel at exactly 10 PM.
The first and last car looked like security
so Dean walked to the stretch limo in the middle.
The back window opened and Dean leaned his head in.
Remy was naked,
kneeling in front of Mr. Akala with his Black Cock deep in his mouth.
His head bobbed up and down.

Mr. Akala was looking at Dean. He spoke to him in his strong Nigerian accent
“Bitch, you will be naked when you step into this car.”
Dean nodded and took off his leather jacket, shirt and pants
and tossed them through the open window.
He was nude in front of the hotel for anyone to see him but he didn’t care.
He just wanted to be inside that limo
with the sexy Black Man and his white, beautiful French mistress.
Mr. Akala nodded and a security man opened the door for Dean.

He stepped into the limo and it drove off slowly, Remy still sucking the African Man’s Cock.

Mr. Akala pushed Remy off of his cock roughly and pointed to Dean
“Suck my Black Cock, you fucking bitch.”

And Dean knew this was the moment of truth, what should he do?
He still thought he should refuse
but he also thought Mr. Akala was devastatingly sexy
and Dean wondered what he would be like as a lover.

So he moved in front of Mr. Akala, grasped his huge, thick Black Cock,
and lowered his lips onto the bulbous head, parting his lips
and slowly sinking onto his African manhood until it filled his mouth.
Dean realized as the Black Cock filled his mouth
that this was the only possible outcome of his visit to Nigeria.
He was born to make love with Black Men.
He cried as he sucked him.

Dean knew at that moment that he was lost,
he was now this Black Man’s fuck slave.
He knew that Mr. Akala owned him.
He sucked him harder,
his lips tight around the girth of his Black Cock.

Dean would willingly do anything Mr. Akala ordered him to.

He felt a pressure on his ass hole and realized Remy was finger fucking him from behind.
He pushed against the French man’s fingers,
encouraging him to finger fuck deeper.

Dean raised his head and asked Mr. Akala
“Am I your white bitch, Sir?”
Mr. Akala spit in his face and slapped him hard across his cheek
and then just stared at him, saying nothing for a moment.
His eyes were angry, not kind.
“Did I tell you to stop sucking, you dumb fucking honky bitch?”
Dean should have been furious with him,
spitting on him and hitting him, but he wasn’t.
He felt regret that he hadn’t followed Mr. Akala’s orders to the letter.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Akala”
and went back to sucking and being finger fucked by the French bitch.

Dean felt wonderful that this Black Man had spit on him and beaten him.
He was in control of him.
He was a MAN and he loved him.
Dean hoped he would hit him again.

A few minutes later, Mr. Akala picked him up and put him into the seat.
He then kneeled in front of him.
“Move your cunt to where I can fuck you, bitch”.
Dean quickly moved his hips forward
to give Mr. Akala easy entrance into his pulsing ass-pussy.
“I’m…I’m so sorry Mr. Akala!”

Dean truly regretted not thinking of him first.
Why should he have to contort his body to fuck him?
He should have pushed his pussy to where he could fuck him easily.
Dumb bitch! he thought to himself.

Mr. Akala slid into his ass slowly, fucking him gently at first then harder. Dean's white arms were around his neck, pulling him closer.
They kissed and he licked his neck and his pink nipples.
Mr. Akala plunged inside of his white ass so profoundly it was painful
but Dean loved it and he loved this man, this sexy, strong African fucker.

Dean gasped each time he plunged inside of him,
sharply exhaling and hoping he would fuck him forever,
he didn’t want it to ever end.
Dean grunted like an a****l when he pushed inside of him, he whispered
“Oh God, oh my Black lover, my Black fucker, my Black Master,
my Black love, oh God, I love you SO much Mr. Akala!!” and he orgasmed over and over.
After a long fucking, he groaned and his Black Cock pulsed inside his ass.
Dean could feel him cumming,
sending streams of hot African babies swimming into him and he loved it.
He held him tightly and kissed every inch of his dark brown face.
Dean pulled him inside of him deeper and deeper and hugged him.
He looked into his deep brown eyes with pure joy, he laughed and smiled,
and yet tears were flowing all at the same time.
Dean was in love with this African.
Dean was happy.

Mr. Akala pulled out of him and sat next to him in the limo seats.
Remy was staring at Dean, his mouth open.
“I didn’t expect this redhead bitch to fuck like THAT!!
Did you?”
Remy turned to Mr. Akala.

But he just grunted, grabbed Remy by the hair,
and forced his face into Dean’s sperm-filled ass-pussy.
“I don’t care about white bitches,
so don’t ask stupid questions.
Eat my sperm out of his ass you fucking French bitch!”

Remy stick his tongue into Dean’s freshly fucked ass
and licked with enthusiasm.
Dean’s hips were fucking the French bitch’s face with equal enthusiasm.
Dean held Remy by the hair and screamed with pleasure
as he pressed his pussy onto the French bitch’s tongue,
he was so fucking close to orgasm.

Dean swore that one day,
Mr. Akala would love him and fuck him all the time.
Until then, Remy was eating his pussy and Dean came on the bitch’s face,
pussy juices running down Remy’s face onto his white chest.

As he came, Dean looked into Mr. Akala’s eyes and grabbed his arm.

He whispered his name over and over
“I love you, Mr. Akala,
I wish I could have your c***d, your BLACK baby,
oh God, I’m cumming,
CUMMING!!”

Life was beautiful.

Dean lay on the rear seat of the limo,
completely naked except for his high heels.
His legs spread, the French bitch Remy had licked his ass-pussy
and made him cum fucking hard.
Remy had been a good sport about it,
taking Dean's thrusts against his mouth and jaw and staying with it,
licking Mr. Akala's sperm out of him and making him cum.

Now Remy was sitting and looking up at Dean,
smiling broadly and laughing.
Dean felt so in love with this French cunt licker and bent down
and they kissed passionately, tongues swirling in each other's mouths.
Remy's hands on Dean's white thighs
and Dean fondly stroking Remy's hair.

Mr. Akala watched them kiss and nodded approvingly.
He spoke to Remy
"I think this redhead is a good bitch. What do you think?"
Remy smiled and said "Oui" and kept kissing Dean.
Dean felt at home with these two people.
The beautiful fem-boi and the powerfully built African man with the giant cock.
Dean looked at Mr. Akala and whispered
"I love both of you. Make us both pregnant!!"

It seemed like such a good idea,
the two bitches pregnant from the same Black Man at the same time.


Mr. Akala nodded,
"Yes, he's a good bitch. Nice cunt and he's beautiful.
I am thinking about it, Remy."
Remy just nodded yes. Dean, curious, asked what he meant by that.
Remy put her finger on Dean's lips and just said
"Don't think about it, cunt. All will be clear to you soon.
Until then, just keep fucking."

Mr. Akala looked at Remy and said
"We're at Mr. Williams club, get the bitch ready."
Remy opened a small box under the rear seat
and took out two chains and collars.
They looked like dog collars but the chains were very long, probably 20 feet. Remy fastened one of the collars around his neck and fastened it.
"Come here"
he said to Dean and did the same,
fastening a dog collar around Dean's slender white neck.

Also in the box were two other stainless steel items.
These were chastity cages with an urethral insert.
Without hesitation, Remy fitted one on himself and locked it in place.
Then Remy took the other one, looked at Dean, and moved to attach it to Dean's small white penis.

Dean just watched as Remy put the chastity cage on him, not saying a word,
willingly accepting this as a sign of Mr. Akala's ownership of him and Remy.

Remy took the chains and handed them to Mr. Akala.
Each chain had a leather loop for a handle.
Mr. Akala stepped out of the limo and walked towards a low building.
The building was surrounded by lights and a small crowd.
Remy walked out of the limo, following Mr. Akala, stark naked.
"Come on, bitch, follow me,"
he said to Dean.

Dean was shocked, he was naked walking into a club
"Remy!.....we're naked!"
At that moment the chain snapped tautly
and Dean had to start walking or Mr. Akala was going to drag him.

"We're naked, Remy, we can't go into that club!"
Remy looked straight ahead as she answered
"We are Mr. Akala's bitches.
We are beautiful and we're naked.
Every man in that club will want to fuck us but they can't."
he looked at Dean
"We're his bitches and anyone who even talks to us without his permission will end up dead."
Dean pointed to the eight security men
that were e*****ing Mr. Akala and his white bitches into the club.
"It's his way of showing his power. See my white bitches? Want to fuck them? You'll end up dead so don't try it."
Remy laughed
"I have learned to enjoy it."

They entered the club three paces behind Mr. Akala and in fact,
everyone was staring at the two naked white men in their high heels.
Remy in particular seemed to be enjoying it.
He was shaking his ass and walking like a runway model.
Dean thought about covering his chastity caged penis,
but then thought that might insult Mr. Akala so he didn't do it.

They walked through the club to a center area where Mr. Akala embraced a tall, very well-built Black Man in a black wife-beater shirt.
"That's Mr. Williams. He's a countryman of yours, he's an American.
He's very powerful here, wealthy and very well connected."
Remy's voice was low when he said that,
Dean got the feeling that he liked Mr. Williams.

They stood there for several minutes, naked and getting a lot of attention.
Most of the crowd was Nigerian but about 1/4 were Caucasian, all men.
They stood at a distance, admiring the two naked white females.

Mr. Akala and Mr. Williams spoke together privately
and then Mr. Akala walked back to the them.
"Remy will come with me.
Redheaded bitch stays with Mr. Williams"
and he made a display of handing the dog leash to Mr. Williams.

Remy turned to Dean and whispered
"That means you're Mr. William's bitch until Mr. Akala comes back.
Don't refuse him anything! He will hurt you if you do!" and then he was off, led by a dog leash by Mr. Akala.

Mr. Williams came close to Dean and stared at him.
He took his finger and brushed his cheek.
Dean was nervous and he smiled up at him.
He gathered his courage and said
"I hear you're an Am....."
but that's all he got out.

Dean never saw his hand move but a moment later he was on the floor,
his right cheek pulsing with pain.
Mr. Williams had beaten him.
"Did I ask you a FUCKING question, bitch???"
Mr. Williams looked furious.
Behind him, Dean could hear the crowd cheering
and someone telling him to beat him more.
Dean put his hand up and nervously shook his head no, no.
He wanted to say that he was sorry but he said nothing at all.

Mr. Williams stared at him for a moment and then said
"Stand up bitch, now sit on that bar stool."
Dean quickly did as he was instructed.
Then he remembered that Mr. Akala had to contort his body to fuck him
in the limo because he was sitting too far back.

Dean quickly moved his ass forward on the bar stool
so that his ass was even with the edge of the stool.
Then he looked up at him into his dark eyes.
Mr. Williams would have no problem entering his ass-pussy if he wanted to.

Mr. Williams looked down at him and said
"You've got a big load of cum leaking out of your cunt, bitch. You know that?"
Dean didn't but Mr. Akala had cum very deep inside of him
just a few minutes ago so he wasn't that surprised.
He reached down to take the cum out of him with his finger.
Dean was going to put it into his mouth and swallow it
but Mr. Williams stopped him.
"Is that Mr. Akala's cum?"
Dean nodded yes and smiled up at him.

Mr. Williams pointed to another white man in the crowd
and motioned for him to come over.
He was young, about 22 years old.
He was brunette and had his chest covered only by a small halter top.
Mr. Williams whispered in the brunette's ear and he nodded.
He quickly undressed, leaving only his heels on.
Mr. Williams then pointed to Dean's ass-pussy and said
"Clean it, bitch"

The white guy didn't hesitate, he knelt in front of Dean
and stuck his tongue into Dean's pussy, and licked with enthusiasm.
Dean went wild, his cunt was on fire, and his legs and chastity cage shook
before everything went dark for a few moments.

Mr. Williams then grabbed the brunette's hair
and took his Black Cock out of his pants and shoved it into his mouth.

The white guy sucked his Black Cock into him,
bounding back and forth as his hips fucked his mouth.

Then he steered the bitch's mouth back to Dean's cunt
and then again to his Black Cock.
Finally he turned and slid his Black Cock into Dean.
It was huge, at least 12 inches, the biggest cock he's had yet.

His body reacted as though electrocuted, his arms and legs sticking out
as the American Black Man fucked his cunt.
He stroked in and out of him with a lot of force, fucking his pussy with abandon. He held the brunette by the hair as he fucked Dean.
The music was very loud in the club
but Dean's screams could be heard by the crowd nearby.
They watched Mr. Williams fuck the redheaded white bitch and cheered him on, even the Nigerian guys were laughing and encouraging him.
The white guys in the crowd were quiet,
but Dean guessed most of them wished they were with Mr. Williams now.

He fucked Dean for a while, at least 15 minutes and then without a word,
his body stiffened and Dean knew that he was cumming.
Dean stared into his face, so handsome and watched for signs of his pleasure.
His orgasm lasted a long time
and Dean knew that he was full of Black semen again.

Mr. Williams stayed in his cunt for a minute after he came
and then pulled out of him.
He didn't say a word to Dean, just pulled his Black Cock out of him
and he turned to the brunette and pulled him up.
He stood in front of him.
He pointed to another bar stool and one of his security men brought it over.
He pointed to the stool
and the brunette quickly got onto it with his legs spread wide.

Mr. Williams then simply plunged deep inside of him,
fucking him, and making his body shudder.

Dean watched the brunette, he was in ecstasy.
Dean marveled at the sexual power of these Black Men.
It was awe inspiring. Fucking the brunette next to him should have pissed him off,
making him feel like a whore,
but it just made Dean want him more and more.

Then suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Dean turned forward and one of Mr. Williams security men stood in front of him with his pants down and his big Black Cock in his hand.
Dean was confused, he was Mr. Williams bitch now
but did that mean his security men could fuck him too?

Before he could decide anything, the muscular Black Man was inside of him, thrusting his 10 inches of Black Cock into him like a piston.
This man wasn't playing around, Dean thought,
he just wants to nut inside of me.
Dean watched his face as he fucked his cunt, he was concentrated.
He was going to nut this bitch and he was going to do it quickly.
Dean couldn't help it, he smiled at him.
He liked that he was Black and that he had big muscles
and a big cock and most of all, he liked that he was fucking him like a pile driver.

He came within just a minute and was quickly replaced
by another security man who didn't waste any time.
He just walked up to Dean and entered him.
Dean could feel that his ass-pussy was sopping wet.
He could have fucked every Black Man in the club he thought
and maybe he would have to.

The second security mad also fucked him hard, in and out, fast without stopping. But he lasted longer, he didn't cum quickly.
He also looked into Dean's blue eyes as he drove into his cunt.
Dean stared back at him and felt it was very intimate.

But intimate or not, he was also fucking him with one purpose,
to nut this redheaded bitch with his African sperm.


Dean wished he would kiss him but he didn't.
But he fucked him hard back, his hips keeping rhythm with his,
their eyes locked, his mouth hanging open in sexual ecstasy.

Then he came too. In just a few minutes, three Black Men had put their sperm into his ass-pussy.
His hips gyrated, he looked over at Mr. Williams
and he was still fucking the brunette.
His body was shaking with orgasm
as the white bitch seemed to be cumming.
Mr. Williams watched his face and then spat on him.
The brunette opened his eyes and smiled at him, mouthing the words
"I love you."

Dean sat on the bar stool, his hips pumping back and forth,
hoping another Black Man would step up and fuck him
but it was Mr. Akala who walked up to him.
He looked at him as he was gyrating in the bar stool,
his cunt dripping sperm from the four Black Men
that had just fucked him and cum in him.

He held the chain that controlled Remy in his hand
as he walked up next to Dean.
Remy looked at Dean and smiled,
"Having fun, cunt?"
Dean laughed weakly and continued to pump his hips up and down and said "Yes, yes, yes, oh god I am!"

Just then Mr. Williams pulled his Black Cock out of the brunette
and turned to Dean and entered him again.
Dean was never so happy as that moment.
Mr. Williams fucked him for just a moment or two
and then grabbed him by the hips and groaned,
he was cumming again in him.
Dean's eyes were fixed on Mr. Williams handsome face
as he shot his sperm inside of him.

Dean was whispering his name and saying he loved him,
but it was so quiet only he knew he was doing it.

Mr. Williams finally let go of his white body and his body relaxed.
He turned to Mr. Akala and said
"I like this bitch, will you sell him?"

Mr. Akala thought for a moment and said
"I don't think he's for sale,
but we will speak tomorrow about it to confirm.
But I think I want to keep this bitch."

Mr. Williams nodded but looked disappointed.
He handed his leash back to Mr. Akala who led the two white men
out of the club and back into the limo.

Dean collapsed on the back seat,
his legs trembling from being fucked five times by four different Black Men.
He had loved every minute of it.

Remy reached into a drawer and took out a large wad of cotton.
"Put this inside you,
you have so much cum inside of you it will leak out into the car
and Mr. Akala doesn't like that."

Dean did as he was told,
stuffing the cotton into his cunt to absorb all that sperm.

Mr. Akala looked at Remy and smiled
"The bitch made a good impression on Mr. Williams.
That's good for business.....I told you I like this cunt."

Remy smiled and stroked Dean's face,
"Did you like being fucked by all those Black Men, cunt?"

Dean smiled wide and just gushed with happiness,
"Oh god yes! I loved it.
I was just a cunt for them to fuck
and they fucked me without thinking of me at all, it was SO exciting!"
Dean could barely speak because of all the elation running through his body.
"I wish I could fuck more!"

Remy smiled.
"You are going to get fucked more tonight, cunt.
The night is young.
There are many more Black African Men
that will put sperm into your cunt tonight."

Dean smiled and laughed, he held Remy's hand,
"Oh please, please! I hope you're not joking!"

Remy looked at Mr. Akala and they both laughed softly,
"Oh no, cunt. We're not joking at all."

The limo sped through the city to their next destination.

It took about 20 minutes to drive to the next stop.
Dean kept looking at Mr. Akala,
wondering if he wanted one of the two white men to suck his cock
during the ride but he was silent.
Remy sat between Mr. Akala and Dean in the limo seat.

Dean leaned gently to Remy
“There are two security men up front, aren’t there?”
Remy nodded that was true.
Dean whispered,
“Do you think either of them would like it if I sucked their Black Cocks?”
Dean was flushed with excitement thinking about giving blowjobs to Black Men.
“Calm yourself, white cunt. Just sit back” and he turned back to Mr. Akala. Dean saw they were holding hands.
Dean didn’t recognize himself. Who...or what...had he become?

Today, since about 3 PM he had fucked a room service waiter,
Mr. Akala, Mr. Williams, and two of Mr. William’s security men.
That’s five Black Men in 9 hours!
And he had made love with another man and Remy had licked his ass-pussy,
ending in a bone-shaking orgasm.

Who was this horny white bitch?
Now Dean wanted the security men up front to nut in his mouth.
And the thing was, he wanted it badly.
But warned by Remy, he sat quietly, desperately in need of a Black Man.

Their next destination was also a disco.
Loud music and long lines.
The two men still had their dog leashes on.
When Mr. Akala stepped out of the limo, they followed him into the club.
Again, the two white bitches were naked except for their sexy high heels.

The security let them in immediately
and Dean noticed that everyone in the long line to get into the club was black. Three white men wearing heels and very short shorts walked in
just before Mr. Akala and security let them in too.
Dean wondered if you were a sexy white man,
or especially a naked white man on a leash with a Black Man,
maybe you didn’t have to wait in black club lines in Nigeria.

Mr. Akala again led the guys to the center of the club.
There was a security perimeter around one man.
He was the owner.
He was short but very powerfully built, like a weightlifter.

He embraced Mr. Akala and they spoke for several minutes.
Mr. Akala pointed at Dean twice during the conversation
but they spoke in their native language
so Dean didn’t know what Mr. Akala was saying.
Dean figured Mr. Akala was offering his cunt to the other man,
and he turned out to be correct.

Mr. Akala led the man straight to him
and he looked at the naked, milk-skinned redhead.
Dean looked into his eyes and smiled.
He was a whore now, he knew that.
A whore for Black Men.
Dean also knew that he would do anything for the man who held his dog chain. He was a sex slave for Black Men and it made him extremely excited to be that.

Mr. Akala handed the short man his chain.
Almost immediately Dean felt two hands from behind
pushing him down to his knees.
He complied immediately.
From his knees, he looked up at the short man.
“Take off my shoes, white bitch.”

Dean untied his shoes and held them as he stepped out of them.
The man pointed to his belt buckle and Dean undid it
and then his pants and gently held them as he stepped out of them.
He was in his briefs and a shirt.
Dean put one finger into his briefs and glanced up at him with questioning eyes, the short man nodded and Dean slid the briefs down.

His cock wasn’t hard at all but was 6 inches just soft.
Dean put his hands on his black thighs and took him into his mouth,
sucking his Black Cock back and forth.
Dean lingered as he moved up and down the 10-inch Black Cock,
savoring every inch as it slid into him and then out.
It was rock hard in seconds and felt wonderful in his mouth.
A huge Black Cock, hard as steel, and this man wanted to cum inside of him.
Dean thought it was beautiful.

He held Dean tightly by his long red hair, sliding his long cock into him.
He was fucking his mouth gently, slowly, and not hurting him.
Dean looked up at him but his eyes were unfocused as he sucked him.
He glanced around and the disco was still.
The music was still playing and it was very loud but there was a crowd
of at least 150 people watching silently as he sucked this Black Man.
Dean's hands massaged his balls and his thighs.
He wanted him to nut inside his mouth
and he wanted everyone in the club to see the sperm shooting inside of him.
He groaned in pleasure as the powerful Black Man fucked his mouth and throat.

Dean sucked him deeply, trying hard to make him cum.
But he was very experienced and fucked his mouth
for at least 10 minutes before he felt his body changing at all.
But little by little his movements got stiffer
and his balls grew tight up against his body.

Dean knew he had him when his knees almost buckled.
He smiled to himself,
YES, he likes me!
Dean sucked him deeper into his throat and then he roared
and grabbed his hair and pulled his Black Cock out of his mouth
and sprayed a giant load on his beautiful white face and chest.
He jerked himself as he came,
spewing streams of African sperm on Dean's face and body.

Dean would have preferred him to nut inside of his mouth
but he figured if he seemed unhappy,
he would probably kick the shit out of him so he just opened his mouth
and let as much of the Black Man’s cum into him as he could get.

Dean has already seen that it didn’t take much for one of these men
to beat a white bitch so he didn’t want to tempt it.

The Black Man stepped away from Dean and admired his work.
Dean couldn't see himself but he knew his face and chest were covered in cum. The Black Man leaned down to him and yelled
"Don't touch the cum, white bitch."
Dean did as he was told and didn't touch his face.
He did look down and saw cum on his milk-white chest and nipples
and he couldn't help himself,
he squeezed his nipples forcefully, and his body shuddered as he did it.

The crowd cheered and started to dance again.
Dean was suddenly picked up by a strong Black Man and set down
on another security man who was lying on the floor with a huge erection.
He lowered himself onto the Black Man's cock
and started to bounce up and down.
A moment later, another Black Man approached him from behind
and with one quick movement,
also entered his asshole with his huge Black Cock.

He wanted to stop it but he was frightened of these men
and what they would do to him.
He thought they might kill him if he objected to double cock ass fucking
so he said nothing and tried to enjoy it.
Another man shoved his Black Cock into his mouth and just like that,
he had Black African Cocks in all his holes, fucking him deep and hard.

Despite the pain of his asshole,
Dean loved being gang ****d like this, in all his holes.
He fucked the men back as well as he could but it wasn't easy.
Three strong Black Men fucking his holes
and Dean was smaller and weaker than them
but they just used his ass-pussy and mouth....but he wanted them to.
Dean loved it.

The man in his mouth blew his load first, and Dean swallowed every drop.
Then the first man in his cunt came and he squeezed his sphincter muscles
as tightly as he could trying to give this wonderful African Man
as much pleasure as he could.

The other man in his asshole came last and he savored the feeling.
Dean knew he was going to be continually ass fucked by Black men
and he knew he needed to learn to love it....and he did!
Dean squeezed his ass muscles and squeezed the cum out of them.
They roared and shot their big African loads of sperm into his colon.
He was filled to the brim with cum and he wanted more.

The three Black Men came and then just left him without a word.
Dean knelt there, covered with sperm and filled with sperm,
and smiled at Mr. Akala.
Dean put his hands together as though pleading and mouthed the words
"More, please"
and laughed.
Mr. Akala nodded at him and nodded to one of his security men who walked over to Dean and pulled his Black Cock out and entered his cunt smoothly.

Dean lay back and let the security man fuck his white ass-pussy.
He was happy and contented.
Four more Black Men had cum in him and it was going to be five Black Men
in just a few minutes when the man fucking him came.
That meant that ten Black Men had fucked him today.
As the security man drove inside of him,
he wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek, whispering to him
"Fuck your white bitch, Black Man, fuck this cunt and give me a baby
you Black fucker, you Black stud, you Black Cock Man!"
and he came in his chastity cage.

Dean came wildly, his hips moving like a man possessed.
His orgasm took over his mind and he was somewhere else, not on Earth.

Dean loved Black Men and this Black man in particular.

Dean thoughts then went back to Mr. Williams
and whether he could ever talk to him
and convince him to marry him and be Mr. Williams' sex slave forever.

Dean smiled.
Dean was in love.


Dean lay on the floor of the crowded Nigerian disco.
He was naked except for his Jimmy Choo Max 6” heels.
He was covered with the sperm of two Black Men and his ass-pussy
and mouth were filled with the sperm of several more Black Men.
He spread his legs playing with his caged penis
and watched the Africans dancing at a distance around him.
The Black Men made him so horny.

There were a couple of white guys dancing with African guys
and he imagined them making love.
Some of the Black Men and Women dancing around him stared at him,
an oversexed white bitch,
but none of them approached him.
Mr. Akala and the naked Remy watched him from a distance.

Dean looked around for his next lover,
hoping he would have a cock the size of Mr. Williams but it was not to be.
Dean saw a blonde guy in the crowd standing and looking at him.
The blonde was tall, very athletic looking with light blue eyes.
He was dressed in a shorts and knee-high leather boots with 5-inch heels.
His top was a lace camisole.
Their eyes locked and Dean knew this had to happen.
He crooked his finger at the blonde, signaling “come to me.”

The blonde strutted over to Dean and lowered his shorts
revealing he had no panties on.
The blonde grabbed Dean’s face and pulled it to his penis
which Dean licked and sucked and kissed and caressed.
The blonde fucked Dean’s mouth ferociously, using Dean just like a sex toy.

Dean pulled the blonde’s shorts down and almost ripped off his camisole top
so the blonde was naked except for the boots.
The two white bitches were kissing and licking each other
like they were starved for food.
Dean could not get enough of this white bitch.
The blonde licked all the Black Sperm off of Dean’s face and breasts and they kissed, sharing the salty sperm.
Dean’s fingers were in the blonde’s ass trying to make the bitch cum
and the blonde was licking Dean’s ass-pussy like it was ice cream.
They made love for a half hour until Remy finally interrupted them
“My god, bitches, you can’t just fuck each other!”
and the three of them laughed.
Remy moved them to a set of sofas alongside the dance floor.

Dean whispered into the blonde’s ear
“I’m Dean.”
The blonde whispered back
“I’m Adam”
with an accent Dean couldn’t identify right away but it was European.
They kissed more, lying together on the sofa,
with about 20 Black men and women watching them make love.

They stared into one another’s eyes, and Dean’s heart skipped a beat.
He leaned in and whispered
“I love you!”
to Adam at the same time that Adam whispered
“I love you, too!”
The two men laughed and kissed and held each other
and stroked each other’s hair.
Dean had never experienced anything like it before.

But then the chain around his neck was pulled.
Mr. Akala was telling Dean that they were leaving.
Dean panicked, he couldn’t just leave this man!
Dean was in love with him!

But Mr. Akala was pulling and he was not a patient man.
Dean grabbed Adam’s wrist and said
“Come with me, my love”
but Adam resisted,

“My clothes! I don’t know where they are!” but Dean wouldn't let go of him and within a minute there were three naked white men in the back of Mr. Akala’s limo.
The door closed and Mr. Akala looked at the perfect blonde bitch “Who the FUCK said you could come in?”
and he slapped him hard across his face, clearly hurting him.
Adam shielded his face from his blows.

Mr. Akala turned to Dean,
“Did you drag this white bitch in here?”
Dean nodded yes and started to explain himself
but before he got even one word out,
Mr. Akala had backhanded him so hard
that he flew off of the back seat of the limo into the footwells.

Dean held his hand to his face and there was blood.
Mr. Akala was suddenly on top of him, and Dean couldn't tell for sure,
but he thought he wasn't slapping him,
he thought he was landing closed-fist punches and it hurt a lot.
He covered his face, hoping he would survive the attack.

But suddenly his weight shifted off of him.
Adam was pulling on Mr. Akala's arm, trying to get him away from Dean.
He was crying out to him
"Mr. Akala, oh please Mr. Akala,
I've been trying to meet you for months and months!
I just want to be your bitch and please you!
I've fucked half of your security force
and made them promise to introduce me to you but none of them ever did!
I just want to be an Akala bitch...please fuck me!
Please let the redhead bitch alone and come here and FUCK me,
slide inside of me, and cum inside of this wet white ass-pussy...please!!!"
Adam was pleading with him, tears in his eyes.

Mr. Akala looked at him and then back at Dean.
He was furious at Dean but was calmer
once the beautiful naked blonde pleaded with him to fuck him.

Dean looked down and realized that there was another reason he was calming down. Remy had slipped his trousers off
and his pink lips were sucking Mr. Akala's big Black Cock.
His head slid back and forth on his long Black pole and he was hardening.
Dean realized at that moment how much Remy loved this Black Man.
Remy would suck his Black Cock anytime, for any reason.
Dean suddenly understood Remy and liked him more than ever.

Mr. Akala's head sank back as his Black Cock
disappeared into the blonde French bitch's mouth.
Moments later, Remy was sliding his Black Cock toward Adam's Caucasian cunt. He slid inside the perfect blonde and his cock vanished inside him.
He was fucking his perfect white body.
Adam's flat tummy convulsed as his Black Cock slid in and out of his pussy.
Adam groaned and fucked him back with his broad hips,
pulling him deeper inside of him.
His light blue eyes shone with lust
as the Black Man drove his cock into his ass-pussy.
His white hands were on his hips pulling him into him.

Remy unbuttoned Mr. Akala’s shirt exposing his torso.
He had fucked Dean just an hour earlier
but this was the first time he saw him naked.
His body was gorgeous, dark brown almost black,
he was fit but not like he worked out in a gym.
He was manly, with big muscles no fat on his body,
and a giant 10-inch Black Cock that Dean could see
sliding in and out of Adam’s pink, beautiful ass-pussy.
He was staring down at Adam and he was looking up at him.
Their connection was electric, Dean could feel the lust they had for one another.

Dean wiped the blood from his nose, inching behind Mr. Akala’s thrusting hips. He put his tongue in between his ass cheeks and licked his asshole in rhythm to his white pussy fucking.
His body trembled as Dean’s tongue entered him.

Dean heard Mr. Akala draw up a load of saliva and then spit.
He knew he had spit in the face of the perfect blonde bitch, humiliating him.
He heard the spit hit the bitch’s face and then the bitch thanking Mr. Akala.
He spit again then Dean heard a sharp clap
as he beat Adam’s face while fucking him.
Adam thanked Mr. Akala for beating him and fucking him and spitting on him. Dean wanted to watch Mr. Akala humiliate the white man so badly!

Dean was unbelievably horny.
He desperately wanted to be sucking Mr. Akala’s cock
and Mr. Williams fucking him in his cunt.
He wanted Adam there to share the Black Men.

Adam was crying out in lust as the dominant Black Man beat and ****d him.
“Oh my god, Mr. Akala, I didn’t know you’d fuck me so GOOD!”
His hips were out of control fucking the Black Man.
“Oh shit Mr. Akala, make me your white bitch sex slave, PLEASE PLEASE!” Adam’s body shuddered violently as he came on the Black Cock.
His head was swinging wildly.
Lust for Black Men had taken over his mind and body.
Dean could see that Adam’s purpose in life was fucking Black studs.
Dean felt the same way.

Mr. Akala roared and pushed inside of Adam,
spraying his cum into his ass-pussy cunt.
Adam smiled and laughed in joy as Mr. Akala drove into him,
his spit running down his face.
Mr. Akala’s orgasm lasted at least a minute,
shoving into the bitch and fucking his cunt HARD.

He rested for a moment, his Black Cock still inside of Adam.
Then he started fucking him again.
Dean's tongue was still in his asshole

Dean heard Remy say "Eat my pussy, white bitch! Make me cum!!" and he heard slurping noises as Adam was licking Remy's cunt.

Dean pulled away and looked at the interracial trio fucking.
Mr. Akala was so handsome fucking the blonde bitch
and he was so beautiful fucking him back.
He had a perfect body, slim waist and wide hips;
his hands were on Remy's hips,
pulling the blonde French bitch's cunt into his mouth and making Remy cum.
It was all so beautiful and so sexy.
It was so natural.

Dean remembered having sex with tiny dicked white boys
and he felt so sad for his younger self.
Dean slipped his fingers into his cunt and masturbated and came right away. Remy was coming on Adam's face
and Mr. Akala was spraying a second load of African cum
into the sexy blonde European bitch, Adam.

All four of them collapsed in a naked pile, out of breath,
Mr. Akala's sperm leaking out of Adam
and ten different Black Men's sperm leaking out of Dean's white pussy.
They all were exhausted from so much fucking.

Adam spoke first
"Thank you, Mr. Akala, for fucking me and cumming inside of me!
I love you and I want to be your white bitch.
I will do anything for you!!”
He was kissing Mr. Akala's face and then moved down to his fat Black Cock
and sucked it, cleaning off his cunt juices and his sperm.

Dean buried his face into Remy's cunt and licked at her caged clitty.
Remy rolled his hips and thrust his cunt into Dean's face.
But they were both exhausted, too tired to fuck more.


Mr. Akala said out loud "Remy, the blonde bitch...find out where she is from."
Dean realized that Mr. Akala didn't speak to his white bitches, only to Remy. Remy said to Adam,
"You're German, aren't you cunt?"

Adam, smiling from ear to ear said,
"Yes, Berlin is my home."
He was so happy to have Mr. Akala's cum inside of him
that he was laughing out of sheer joy.
Dean knew the feeling.
Mr. Akala had shot his sperm inside of his cunt earlier and it was wonderful.

Mr. Akala sounded thoughtful,
"Remy, how many white bitches do I own now?"
Remy said
"Six as of now. You sold the American bitch two days ago to Mr. Mbeke."

Mr. Akala was silent for a moment, then spoke
“Both of these bitches are now in consideration
to be an Akala bitch."
Remy said
"Yes, Master. Should I give them necklaces?"

Mr. Akala said
"No, not yet. I need to speak to Mr. Williams.
He wants to buy the redheaded bitch
but I'm still not sure if I want to sell her”

Remy responded,
“Remember, you have three white cunts you can cum inside of right here!”
The love in his voice was so obvious.
Dean felt for him, Remy wanted to be Mrs. Akala.


Adam and Dean held hands and sighed in relief together. They might both become Akala bitches together. Adam had no clothes, but when the limo got to Dean's hotel, the security men took them in a back way
and gave him a jacket to wear until the two white men were in Dean's hotel room. Once inside, the two men kissed and talked the whole night.

They made love and drank wine
and talked about Mr. Akala and his fat Black Cock
and how nice it felt when he was inside of their white cunts.
Dean still had the chastity cage on his small white clitty,
but they fell asleep in each other's arms, in love and happy.

Dean knew he had to go to work that morning,
but it seemed years away with his tongue in Adam's pink, sweet cunt.

Dean woke at 8:30 AM next to Adam, his new German lover.
They were naked and entwined in each other's arms.
Adam was already awake and Dean woke to his shining, light blue eyes.
They said good morning and kissed.
Adam gently stroked Dean's nippless
and Dean gently inserted a finger into Adam's sopping wet cunt.
They made love slowly and beautifully.
Two gorgeous white men enjoying being together.

Dean said he had to be at work soon and he dressed quickly.
He looked very professional in his business suit and sensible heels.
He had only known Adam since midnight of the night before
so Dean asked him what he needed to do, did he work?
Where in Nigeria did he live?
Also, Adam needed to borrow clothes from Dean
since they had left the disco both completely naked the night before.

Adam said he didn't work, he came from a very wealthy German family.
He only needed to borrow a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
and just enough cash to take a taxi back to his apartment.
Dean would have given him anything he asked for so that was simple. Adam told Dean his address and asked him to be at his place after work.
Dean looked at him seriously and said
"I meant it last night when I said that I love you.
I don't know how I can fall in love that fast
and I've never felt this way about a man before, but I know it's right.
I really do love you."

Dean looked into the German blonde's eyes, meaning every word.
Adam looked back, his eyes soft
"I meant it too.
I feel like you're my life partner and I am also not usually into men,
at least not like this"
he laughed.
"I mean I'll suck Black Cocks and lick ass-pussy in an orgy but real love,
like this with another man?
I didn't expect it.
But yes, I love you very much."
They embraced and promised to see each other that evening.

Dean went into the office very warily.
The two men he worked with had basically caught him outside their house masturbating while they seduced and sucked two Black men in their living room. It had been that sight that had set off the crazy events of the last two days.
Dean remembered that 10 different Black Men had cum inside his cunt yesterday. He was shocked by his own lust.
And he had made love with three white men all during the same day.
So much fucking!

When he got into his office at the American Embassy,
Julio and Frank were both at their desks.
They both smiled politely at Dean, their boss, and greeted him warmly.
There was no mention of the uncomfortable masturbation scene two days earlier. During the morning, Dean gave them tasks
and they carried out their jobs quickly and well.
It was as if the weird masturbation thing had never happened.

Dean asked them if they would have lunch together and they all went to a small restaurant near the embassy. When they sat down, Dean couldn't take it any more and said
"OK, yes that was me masturbating outside of your window.
I saw the two of you sucking Black Guys and I got insanely horny.
I masturbated watching them fuck your mouths.
I admit it."

He looked sheepish but they both laughed.
"We wish you had just come in and sucked their Black Cocks with us!"
Julio said and Frank nodded.

"Never mind that!
We heard you're one of Mr. Akala's bitches now
and we are extremely jealous!"
Julio was smiling
"I tried to become an Akala bitch when I first came to Nigeria
but his security guys fucked me and said I didn't have what it took.
It's amazing that you're here for one day and you're an Akala bitch!"

Dean was surprised and relieved the two guys weren't going to report him for masturbating and watching them have sex.
"Well, I'm not officially an Akala bitch yet.....
but Mr. Akala said that I'm in consideration."

"How was it when he fucked you? Is he big?"
Dean laughed,
"Black Men are ALL big!"
and all of them laughed and nodded.
"It was magical when he fucked me.
He’s big and thick and his cock just hammered into my cunt
until we both came.
I loved it and I love him!"
Dean was glowing with happiness.
"And then Mr. Williams fucked me and it was even..."


Julio cut him off
"Mr. Williams fucked you?
I can't get near that man!
I'd give anything to have him inside of me
but I can't even fuck his security guys, he's so difficult to reach.
I go dancing at his club all the time.
I get naked and I suck off Nigerian Men on the dance floor
and they never give me a second look!
Can you introduce me?"
Julio looked very hopeful.

Dean paused,
"I just met him last night so I'll have to feel it out.
Mr. Akala said that Mr. Williams wanted to buy me from him.
So I guess that's kind of uncomfortable?"

The two white guys eyes went big
"He wants to BUY you?"
Frank whispered
"My god! What is your secret? I should dye my hair red!"

They talked about Mr. Williams and then returned to the office.
Frank and Julio both thought Mr. Williams was a super hot guy.
Mostly, Dean was glad to be on good terms with them again.

Remy called Dean on his cell around 2 PM
and told him to be ready at 10 PM again tonight.
Dean told him that he would be at Adam's apartment
so the limo would pick him up there.

The labor union negotiations were going smoothly
so Dean left the office early and headed to Adam's place.
It was in a nice part of the town and his home was lovely.
Dean knocked on the door and Adam let him in wearing nothing
but his smile and the two men went immediately to bed and made love.
Dean had never thought he could feel so aroused by a man but there was no denying the excitement she felt.
When Adam licked his ass-pussy, Dean felt pleasure he had never felt before. Dean had only sucked cock for the first time one day ago
but now it felt completely natural.
Adam's penis tasted like candy.

Dean was wearing business attire
so Adam lent him super sexy clothing for his night out.
Dean encouraged Adam to dress up too,
so that Mr. Akala would want him to come too.

At 10 PM the two white men were outside waiting for the limo
wearing tiny shorts and high heels and no panties.
When the limo pulled up, the back window slid down
and Remy looked at the two of them.
“Mr. Akala said just you, cunt”
as he pointed to Dean.

Dean summoned his courage
“But Mr. Akala put his sperm inside of him twice last night.
Please ask him if he can come with me.”
The window closed for a minute and slid down again
Mr. Akala looked at Adam and said to Remy,
“I fucked that blonde bitch?”
Dean realized that Mr. Akala fucked so many white bitches
that he couldn’t remember which ones he had cum inside of.

Remy nodded
“You nutted inside him twice last night.
You said he was to be considered as one of your bitches.”
Mr. Akala nodded and signaled to Dean to step close to the car.
He said something to one of the security men in the front.
The security man, dressed in a black suit exited the car and walked up to Dean and without a word spit into his face.

Mr. Akala said “What do you think of that, cunt?”
Dean felt the huge gob of spit running down his face.
“I think it’s what I deserve Sir.
A white bitch deserves harsh treatment.
May I thank the man who just spit on me?”
Dean meant it, he was grateful to the Black Man
who had just disrespected him so completely.

Dean wanted to suck his Black Cock,
he wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him he was wonderful.
He wanted the Black security man to fuck him and cum inside him.
He wanted to see him with his Black wife
and Dean wanted to serve them as their slave.

Mr. Akala said nothing and again nodded to the security man who once more without warning, slapped Dean so hard that he fell to the ground in a heap.
His cheek was pulsing and burning, it hurt like hell!

“How about that, white cunt bitch?
What do you think of that?”
Dean answered from the ground, where he lay.
“I think it’s wonderful, Sir. Black Men should beat their white bitches!!”

The security man then turned to Adam and spat on him and then hit him hard. Adam’s responses were the same as Dean’s,
he wept as he thanked the Black Man for hitting him
“Thank you Black Man for beating me. Please beat me more.”
Adam lay on the ground, beaten
and began to masturbate as the security man stood over him.

Mr. Akala nodded and allowed the two white bitches, bruised,
with spit running down their faces, to climb into the limo.
They were so happy to be with Mr. Akala!

The limo sped off and Mr. Akala sat back
with three gorgeous white fembois in the limo with him.

Dean kept looking over at Remy and Mr. Akala as they sat together on the back seat of the limo.
They held hands, Remy's were milk white with painted red nails.
His hand was black, massive and strong, the hands of a killer.
Dean stared at his hands and got hornier and hornier.
Dean and Adam held hands.
Dean finally spoke
“Remy, may I make Mr. Akala cum?”
Remy looked at Mr. Akala who shook his head just slightly,
“No, cunt, you may not”
Remy responded.

Dean loved his submissive, slave condition.
“May I make you cum, Remy?”
The French blonde also shook his head no and then spoke
“But you may make the blonde bitch next to you cum.”

Dean quickly knelt in front of Adam and pulled his shorts open.
Dean buried his face and licked at Adam’s penis like he had never done it before. Adam spread his legs and gasped out loud.
The sounds of penis sucking filled the limo.
Dean’s thought were of one thing,
how much he wanted this German white bitch as his lover, even…his wife!

The ride was short and all three white bitches had to get naked
and put on dog collars again.
It was so degrading.
White males in Nigeria were not allowed any dignity.
Dean still had his chastity cage on and though it was wonderful.
Adam was breathless when Remy put the dog collar on him,
and then attaching the chastity cage on his penis,
his nipples hard like marbles, he was so excited to be an Akala bitch.

They exited the vehicle pulled by Mr. Akala and stepped into a beautiful mansion. The rooms were lavish, huge windows, high ceilings
and furnished with beautiful antiques. There was real wealth here, none of it looked fake.
Mr. Akala led the men through a front door guarded by heavy security. Then through the main hall and up a grand staircase.
They walked down a short hall
and four security men were standing near a pair of richly decorated golden doors. As Mr Akala approached with the three naked white bitches,
the security men opened the door for him.

As Dean walked through, he saw the room was quite large,
at least 20 meters long and almost as wide.
He looked around and saw many couples, naked and fucking on the floor.
Not to his surprise, every couple was interracial,
a Black Man fucking a white man.
It was a huge orgy with at least fifty people.
Lots of Black Men fucking inside of white ass-pussies.

Mr. Akala led his three naked white bitches around the entire room.
He stopped at every sex scene and greeted the Black Men involved.
Sometimes it was one Black man and one white bitch.
More often it was a group scene with several Black Men
dominating one white bitch or several white bitches serving one Black Man.
Mr. Akala never said a word to any of the bitches until the last couple.

At the end of the room, on a raised platform,
there was a giant Black Man with a pale man with dark hair.
They weren’t fucking, but held each other tightly.
As Dean came closer, he saw that the man was very pretty,
in his mid-40s, in great shape and completely covered in sperm.
His face and breasts were covered in it.
He was beaming with happiness as he held onto his partner.
He was thin and his body had great muscle tone for his age.
His chest was firm and his legs were spread, displaying a small pink penis.

His lover lay prone with him
but Dean could see he was very tall, probably 6’ 8” or taller.
He was also in his 40s and in magnificent condition;
thin with beautifully defined muscles.

“Good evening, General” said Mr. Akala and he bowed.
The huge Black Man nodded silently to Mr. Akala.
Then, to Dean’s surprise, Mr. Akala greeted the white man
“And to you, Mr. Ambassador"
and suddenly Dean recognized him.

With a shock, Dean realized the cum-covered white bitch lying next to the General was George Anderson, the American Ambassador to Nigeria.
Dean knew what this meant,
the humiliation to the Ambassador, covered in sperm,
his ass-pussy open to the Black Men in the room,
he was openly showing his submission to the General.

Dean smiled broadly,
it made him so happy that George was fucking Black Nigerians.
Dean’s vision dimmed for a moment
as he almost orgasmed just from the thought of it.
This dignified white man, openly humiliated by his Black lover,
oh God, his knees buckled in his high heels, it was so beautiful!

George nodded to Mr. Akala as well, then asked
“You have new bitches tonight, Mr. Akala.
You are always generous with your bitches,
bringing them to us naked and ready.”

Mr. Akala bowed,
“Thank you, Sir.
Yes, two of my bitches are new,
but I can vouch for their fucking.”
The General spoke up,
“I’ll be the judge of that, Akala.
Leave the new bitches with me.”
And with that, Mr. Akala gave the chains to a security man and walked on with Remy.
The security man disconnected the chains but kept the dog collars on Dean and Adam.
The two men immediately lay next to the couple,
Adam lay next to the general and Dean next to George.
Dean immediately kissed him, he wanted to taste the General’s sperm!

George kissed him back passionately,
rubbing the sperm onto Dean’s face.
Dean broke the kiss,
licking the General's cum off the George’s face and breasts.

They were both breathless, gasping for air, lost in lust for one another,
they kissed and touched each other’s breasts
and held each other until Dean had swallowed all the cum
that had covered the other white bitch.

The two men smiled at one another.
“I know who you are, Dean.
Every white bitch in Nigeria is scared of you.
You’re the beautiful, redheaded, new troubleshooter
that’s been sucking and fucking his way
across the Black Male population here in Nigeria!”

George was smiling broadly.
Dean smiled back, only slightly embarrassed
“I’ve found out so much about myself here in Nigeria.
I never thought I liked sex very much until I found….”
he hesitated but George said
“it’s ok honey, you can say it.
****ers.
You didn’t think you liked sex very much until you found ****ers.
****ers fuck a bitch.
I don’t know what white boys do, but it isn't fucking!”

They both laughed.
Dean hugged the older man tightly,

“I know!
I don’t know what it is they do, THEY may think it's fucking
but since I've been with Black Men, I know better.
And yes, I've been dying to say it....****ers....
****ers fuck a bitch SO FUCKING WELL!!!”

The two white bitches held each other while they laughed,
tears of laughter rolling from Dean’s eyes as he thought of sex with a white male. There was NO WAY, that part of his life was so over.

After a bit, the two of them looked over at the General and Adam.
Dean had a pretty good idea how that relationship was going.
Adam was gorgeous, a perfect Aryan man in every way.
He was on his back with his legs spread wide and the General was on top of him, fucking his cunt hard and fast.

The two lovers were staring into each other’s eyes,
the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Adam’s hands cradled the General’s dark brown face as he stared up at him,
his mouth open in lust, gasping for air
as he drove into his ass-pussy time and time again.
But there was joy in his eyes, Dean thought.
Adam was deeply in love with this Black Man as he fucked him.

George noticed Dean watching Adam and said,
“You care about this bitch don’t you? I can feel it in your body.”
Dean whispered back
“ I don’t understand it, I’ve never been gay, but I want to marry him.
Is that weird?”
George smiled
“No honey, it’s love. Love is love.”

And with that, he knelt and kissed the generals lips.
He maneuvered Dean’s body so that Adam was licking Dean’s ass-pussy
and Dean and the General were kissing.
The General’s hands were all over Dean’s milk white body.

Dean whispered to him, “ I can’t wait until you’re inside of me, Sir.” He whispered “Very soon, cunt” which gave Dean goosebumps. This man will fuck me, he thought, I’m so lucky!

The General's pounding on Adam's cunt showed no signs of slowing down.
Adam's hips were fucking the Black Man back as hard as he was fucking him.
He was a massive, muscular man,
Dean wondered where Adam was getting the strength
but he knew lust was a powerful thing.
Dean held onto the General's handsome face as he fucked the German blonde. Dean hadn't seen his stiff cock yet but it looked massive,
even bigger than Mr. Williams.

Adam's body shook every time he plunged back into him.
It looked as though this was the best fucking he had ever had
and he was certainly taking it out on Dean's cunt.
Adam's tongue was working Dean's ass-pussy hard
and Dean was grinding his hips into Adam's face.
All three of them were grunting and sweating
as they fucked with all their strength.

George was paying attention to all three of them.
He would kiss the General's cheek and then suck on Dean's big white nipples
and then on Adam's big nipples.
He was enjoying the interacial fucking as much as any one even
though none of his holes were involved directly.
He laughed and Dean laughed
and the General grunted and fucked the white German bitch.

Dean opened his eyes at one point and looked around the room.
At least ten white bitches were getting fucked at the same time he was
and it was glorious to watch.
Just a few feet from them, a ********** brunette was being fucked in all of his holes
by three handsome, muscular Black Men.
They looked military, very good bodies and short haircuts.
The Black Man fucking the brunette's ass was being especially brutal to him, holding his arms in back of him as he plunged his massive cock into his colon. His eyes were wide open as another Black Man fucked his mouth.
He looked delighted to be there and was grunting.

Another white bitch was sucking two Black Men
just on the other side of Adam and the General.
He had short blonde hair and an athletic body, small breasts and slim hips
but his mouth was on one Black Cock and then to the other,
he was giving these Nigerian men no rest.
The men's heads were bent back as the slim blonde pleasured them.

Another group caught Dean's eye on the opposite side of the room,
a voluptuous big redhead was fingering himself
and dancing for a group of five Black men,
each of the five men was being sucked by a white bitch.

It was sexual heaven and Dean loved it.
He especially loved that all the men were Black
and fucking white men and the relationship between them all was very clear.
The Black Men were dominant and the white bitches were submissive.

Dean loved it all so much.
He wanted to be a sex slave to a handsome Black Man for the rest of his life.
But now he wanted Adam by his side always as his fellow interacial sex slave.

He looked down on Adam's tight young body.
His abdominal muscles spasmed every time the General drove into his cunt.
His body was wracked by pleasure, his white legs spread wide,
the thigh muscles straining.
He could hear Adam grunting
and Dean knew he loved being fucked by this man.

The General had fucked Adam now for about 30 minutes and he didn't look even close to cumming.

Dean watched the blonde bitch next to them
as the two Black military men shot their loads of cum into his mouth.
The blonde kept close eye contact with each of the men as they were cumming, he swished their cum around in his mouth and then showed it to them.
The blonde realized that Dean was watching him so he showed Dean the mouthful of the two men's cum and then he gulped and it was down his throat.
He still stroked their Black Cocks and smiled up at them.

One of the Black Men spit into his face
and the other slapped him so hard he was knocked down.
He smiled as they walked away from him.
Another Black Man quickly replaced them.
He picked the bitch up and put him on all fours
and said loud enough for anyone to hear
"Fucking your asshole, bitch"
and the slim blonde smiled and thanked him in an Irish accent
"Yes, Sir, fuck my asshole."

Dean whispered to George,
"My, the General can fuck for a long time, can't he?"
and he smiled.
"He fucks me for hours sometimes. I love him so much."

Just as he said that, the General tensed
and it was obvious that he was cumming inside of Adam's tight, German cunt.
He roared and it was loud enough
that the whole room watched him nut the blonde bitch.
He fucked into his cunt so hard,
Dean was afraid he'd break the bitch's hips
but he was fine, fucking him back and moaning loudly.

He stayed inside of her for several minutes after that.
Dean lifted his cunt off of Adam's face to kiss him. The smile on Adam's face was perfect, he was in ecstasy.
A handsome Black Man with a huge cock had just fucked him and cum in him. Adam was thrilled.
Dean kissed his lips and their tongues met.
It was what Dean had always thought sex was supposed to be.

After a few minutes of rest, the General pointed to Dean and said
"Here bitch, white legs spread wide."

Dean, of course, moved immediately and acted as he was instructed.
He saw the General's Black Cock for the first time.
It was even bigger than Mr. Williams, probably 13 inches long and thick.

The General slowly slid into his ass-pussy and Dean held on for dear life.
George then lowered his penis onto Dean's face
and started to face-fuck him just as the General penetrated Dean.
This was going to be the best sex ever, Dean thought
and loosened his white cunt to let the General inside of him.

Adam was holding his hand and whispering
"I love you"
as the General and George fucked him.

It was perfect.

Dean was having the best sex of his life.
The most important military man in Nigeria was fucking him.
He was a dark Black Man, 6’ 8” tall, beautifully muscled, and handsome.
His cock was 13” long and so thick
that Dean was sure his fingers wouldn’t wrap around it.

His massive Black Cock slid in and out of his ass-pussy so smoothly, effortlessly, at great speed and force, although Dean felt no pain.
The General was a very experienced lover and knew how to fuck a bitch.

George, the American Ambassador to Nigeria was riding Dean’s face with his sopping wet cunt, rubbing his pussy lips against Dean’s mouth and tongue. George was moaning in pleasure.
Dean used his hands to hold George’s broad hips in place
as he licked the wet cunt.
The excitement was mind-blowing.

And then there was Adam, somewhere, licking George’s big white nipples
or sucking in Dean’s milk-white nipples
or licking the General’s asshole as he drove into Dean’s white ass-pussy.

Dean’s cunt was on fire, but so was the rest of him.
His mind was blank except for one word, fucking.
The General held him by the waist as he penetrated him over and over.
His cunt felt wetter than ever before and he smiled as he ate George’s cunt.

Dean lost track of time.
The General may have fucked him for hours or just minutes,
he just didn’t know which.
When he finally stiffened and he felt his Black Cock throbbing inside of him,
he wrapped his legs around him and screamed into George’s cunt.
Dean could feel his cock spasming
and he knew he was filling him with more Black Cum.

The General collapsed on his white body
and George lifted his cunt off of Dean’s face.
Dean held the Black stud close to him, squeezing him tightly,
grateful for the sperm he put into his ass-pussy.
They lay together for a long time, kissing and touching.

When Dean opened his eyes,
he realized almost the whole room had been watching their lovemaking.
Dean felt happy, knowing the other white bitches there were jealous of him.

The General rolled off of Dean and George immediately
took his still-hard Black Cock into his mouth and sucked him.

The General called out,
“Akala!”
and Mr. Akala stepped forward with Remy, his blonde French bitch by his side.

“Yes, General?”
Akala said, bowing.
The General said
“I will buy these two bitches”
he pointed at Dean and Adam,
“Name your price!”

Mr. Akala discussed terms with the General.
He did want some money from the General
but mainly he wanted the General to get him a meeting
with the US Secretary of Agriculture.
The General nodded and said
“That is acceptable”
to which Mr. Akala replied,
“Then the redhead and the German are your bitches now!”

Dean didn’t understand what had happened
but he knew that the General was now his Master,
not Mr. Akala, and the same went for Adam.

Mr. Akala directed Remy to retrieve the collars and leashes
from both Dean and Adam,
as well as remove the chastity cages from their small white penises.

The orgy was over by then.
The General putting his sperm into Dean turned out
to be the grand finale sex act for the evening.
A few blondes and redheads were sucking their Black Men
but everyone was tired, it was slowing down.


George hugged the two guys and turned to the General
“Let’s put them in the pink bedroom!”
to which the General nodded yes.
George turned to Dean and said,
“Security will show you to your room.”
The General put on a robe but George was still naked
as they walked hand in hand toward their bedroom.
Dean sensed that the General was more his husband than his wife.
He was clearly in love with him.

Four security men with machine guns
led the two naked white men down a long hall.
They finally stopped and entered a lively pink room
with a giant bed and a small sitting area.

The men led them in and their chief said
“The maids will bring you fresh clothing tomorrow.”
Dean smiled and said thank you but the men didn’t leave.
One grabbed Dean by the neck
and squeezed his throat so hard he almost blacked out.
He threw him onto the bed and unzipped his fatigues,
pulled out his already hard Black Cock,
and entered his cunt in one swift movement.

Dean heard Adam grunt in pain and felt his body hit the bed
at the same time so he knew Adam was also being ****d.

The soldier ****d Dean quickly, cumming inside of him in just a few minutes. Adam’s r****t did the same.
Then the men switched around so each of the white bitches
got a sperm load from all four of the soldiers.

When the Black soldiers finally finished r****g the white men,
Dean could see the first light of dawn peeking through the windows.
He thought of his work but he was too exhausted. He fell asleep in Adam’s arms.
Hours later, Dean woke to the sound of movement in the bedroom. Adam was still sleeping.
Dean looked up and saw two black Nigerian women in maid's uniforms
cleaning up the mess the soldiers had left.
There were liquor bottles and articles of the soldier’s uniforms
on the floor and d****d over chairs.
The men had disrobed and been drinking when they ****d us, Dean thought.
Adam began to stir and Dean stroked his hair, comforting him.

One of the black maids handed each
of the two naked white men a moist hand towel.
Unsure of what to do, Dean wiped his face with it.
The maid laughed and said something to the other maid in their native language and then said to Dean in her thick Nigerian accent
“No missy, it’s not for your face; it’s for you…..”
and she pointed to Dean’s pubic and ass-pussy area.

Dean looked down at his cunt and realized it was red and swollen
and there was a lot of sperm leaking out of her.
He used the towel to clean the copious amounts of cum from his ass-pussy.
Then he took Adam’s towel and cleaned his pussy.
Adam moaned as his cunt was wiped and kissed Dean, who whispered
“Not in front of the maids!!”
But Adam whispered back
“Why not? We’re just sex slaves here.
We’re just fucking whores, why not make love in front of the maids?”

So they did.
Adam kissed Dean gently rubbing their pubes together until Adam moaned, “Cumming, cumming, oh such a nice cum, sooo nice, my love”
and his body trembled.
The two white men held each other tightly.

The maids left and Dean realized there were new clothes for them.
A lovely sundress, a very see-through nightgown,
and some very hip jeans, but no underwear.

The two men laughed,
“I guess the General doesn’t like his bitches to wear panties!”
said Dean and they laughed.

Dean checked her messages.
Frank from work had left a voicemail that the Ambassador said that
Dean was at a very important meeting with the trade unions
so he didn’t expect him in the office today.
Frank whispered he had heard the two men had been sold to the General
and that he was very, very jealous.
He giggled when he said that and said that he just wanted to know Dean’s secret. Then he hung up.

The men put on the sundresses and walked outside.
The grounds were beautiful and servants approached them immediately
asking if they wanted breakfast and coffee.
They were led to an interior dining room with a big table.
George was sitting there with two other white men.

“Oh, hi girls”
George smiled.
“Come meet some of the other bitches.”

George introduced a short, stocky blonde with long hair
as Andre and said he was Ukrainian.
The other woman was a tall brunette with blue eyes.
His name was Gustav and he was Slovenian.
There was an easy conversation about the weather in Nigeria.
The servants brought the two men breakfast and they ate ravenously.
All of that fucking the night before had given them an appetite!
Gustav and Andre excused themselves;
it was just George, Dean, and Adam alone at the table.

Dean spoke in hushed tones
“George, the soldiers that took us to our room last night…they ****d us!”
Dean was shaken.

George laughed,
“Oh no, dear. Those soldiers are family.
They get to fuck you any time they want.
I’m the General’s main bitch,
and they get to fuck me too, whenever they want, no questions asked!
You’re just a bitch here, honey. A whore.
You’re a worthless white fuck-sow with an ass-pussy. That’s all you are.”
He was smiling.

Adam nodded
“I tried to tell him.
We have nothing.....we are nothing here.
We are ass-pussies for Black Men to fuck.”

George laughed and nodded.
Dean felt strangely fine with being told he was a whore for Black Men.
“So you’re saying that any Black Man in this building has a right to put his Black Cock inside of any hole and fuck me and cum inside of me?
And I have to be ok with that?”

George and Adam laughed
“Now you’re catching on, bitch!
But I like the word ****ers, it’s so naughty to say!!”
Adam grabbed Dean from behind and said to George,
“He’s kind of naive, but I want to marry him anyway!”

Dean turned to Adam
“Oh darling, I want to marry you too!”
and the men fell into each other’s arms.
George thought it was so sweet, but he warned them
“Just remember, darlings, you both belong to the General now
so you two can sneak off and kiss,
but the General will want both your cunts tonight.
And if you value your safety, don’t disappoint him”
and with that, he walked away.


Adam and Dean spent the day wandering the expansive grounds. There were ponds and fountains and flower beds.
They went back inside and went to their room to nap.

On the way down to their room, a door was open and they saw Gustav,
the tall Slovenian, sucking a tall Black soldier's Cock.
The two men lingered at the door for a few minutes to watch.
Gustav was sitting on the bed and the soldier stood in front of him.
The soldier made eye contact with Adam and Dean
as his Black Cock disappeared into the brunette’s mouth.
His head reared back after a few minutes
and he was cumming in the bitch’s mouth.

Gustav kept his cock down his throat until his spasms ceased,
then he pulled his mouth off of him and looked up at him and smiled.
Gustav whispered something to him
and the Black Man pushed his shoulders down onto the bed.
He pulled his shirt off,
they were going to fuck, so Adam and Dean left to give them privacy.

Adam turned to Dean,
“He’s a good cocksucker. We’ll have to be better than him!”
Dean remembered how the General looked last night when he fucked Adam,
“I don’t think you need to worry, my love.
The General looked like he was in another world
when he was inside of you last night.”

Adam nodded,
“Still, my darling,
we have to be the best fucks in the household if we want to get along here. Especially if we’re going to get married.”

Dean held Adam tightly,
“Will you marry me, my darling?”
Adam’s blue eyes were shining,
“My God, yes, YES, YES!!”
Their lips met and their tongues danced and they went back to their room and made love again.

Dean was in love......
with a man.

And they were the sex slaves of a Nigerian General
who would surely beat them, humiliate, and disrespect them.

They were going to be treated and fucked like street whores.

This is NOT how Dean had seen his life playing out.

But he had never been happier!