Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 13 The Church of The Black Staff sat on the edge of Hawksville. It had once served as a Baptist Church but with a continuing drop in attendance the church had fallen on hard times. When the elders were approached by Pastor Erasmus they eagerly accepted his most generous offer to sell the property. “It is the will of God,” the elders said as they mentally divided the profit. What the Pastor didn’t reveal to them during the course of negotiations was that he was actually acting on behalf of financial benefactors, the people who… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 12 Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense for Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two storey house and they would be honoured if he would bless them with his presence. S… 続きを読む

Day 6 The day of our Wedding Anniversary and Sally woke up early and without any consideration poked me in my back and said, “Mark, wake up we have a trip booked for today. We need to get away from here, even for a short time.” This was the first I knew of it; Sally had ordered and arranged all this without having had any discussion with me. I knew better than to make any protest so we sorted ourselves out and got our things together before heading off for a quick bite of breakfast. I prodded and poked my way through a bowl of cereal feeling very despondent about the way she was treating me… 続きを読む

Distinguished Service Growing up in a small hometown in Michigan it never occurred to me I might be ‘called to duty’, to provide a service to the military but such is the innocence of youth that there were many things of which I had no inkling that were to befall me. I was christened Veronica by my parents (although Daddy often used to call me ‘little Miss pretty blue eyes’) but I can only remember ever being known as Roni by everyone and anyone else, a name which has stuck ever since the day someone had the idea. Looking back I guess I had what might be called an ideal c***dhood. I lived… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 11 (written by Wunderboi) David left the chapel feeling partly shocked at his reaction to the special private meeting he had been summoned to with the lovely Clarissa Johnson. 'Partly' because he was not usually aroused by women (but this had been a woman dominating him who had turned him on ever since he was in College which he remembered ruefully had been his gorgeous mother's doing.) Clarissa had dominated him in the Chapel, had basically told him what to do to become President of the CCC, the venerable Confederacy Country C… 続きを読む

Day 5 I woke up, looked at my wife who within four days had become a black cock slut; I was regretting ever booking this holiday and couldn’t wait to get home. Sally woke, stretching her soft body looking so sexy as she laid back naked on the bed, I headed towards the shower, I turned the taps but no water came out the shower. I picked up the phone and called reception who put me through to maintenance. I explained the problem about the shower and was told, “A plumber will be out this morning”. We changed into our swim wear and sat outside. For a change I had ordered breakfast to be delive… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 10 Chloe was in a constant state of excitement caused by all the exhilarating things that were going on in her life. For one, at 18 years old she was regarded as being an Adult which meant there was little that she was legally not allowed to do and that thought alone thrilled her. In truth she was still emotionally immature racked with all the teenage insecurities that are part of growing up. She was constantly aware that unlike many of her friends she had yet to be actually fucked by a real penis. That didn’t mean that she w… 続きを読む

Chapter Four – The second week We had had a whole week and Barbados had to date fulfilled my wildest dreams - or should I say ‘our wildest dreams’? – for we both were experiencing the vacation of a lifetime in the most agreeable circumstances. I was still in thrall of the surprise of the windfall of my surprise lottery win. Here we were not having to worry about the expense; the accommodation; the travel arrangements and all of it being enjoyed in the most delightful Caribbean setting. Helen was getting more than her share of black cock without having to go searching and I was allowed to watc… 続きを読む

Day 4. I awoke before her and slipped out of bed and made my quiet way into the bathroom where I washed my hands and my stomach and cleaned off the evidence of my solitary pleasure. God, I must have cum a bucket load. I dressed and pondered if I was actually getting ready for another day of Sally acting the slut again today. I looked out of the patio doors and at the sun lounger that she had fucked Rufus on last night and concluded, yes; she most probably would be acting the complete slut. I made myself a coffee and was about to go and sit on the veranda when Sally walked out of the bedroom.… 続きを読む

The Rest of the Day We seemed to spend the rest of the day arguing and bickering until eventually we went to bed to have an afternoon nap. We lay back on the bed as far apart as we could manage and I spent a fretful couple of hours replaying the morning’s events. Even when asleep all I could see in my mind was Sally fucking Grant, the manager, and the pleasure written over her face as he took long hard thrusts into her. That, and the fact that having got my own back – my revenge and satisfaction - when I had engineered Leon’s dismissal that in a very short time she had turned the table and wa… 続きを読む

Day 3 - The Morning I woke up after getting only 2 hours sleep as we had spent most of the night arguing about my part in Leon getting caught leaving our cabana. She hissed at me, “You did that on purpose, you little limp dick.” I just laughed at her and left her fuming as I walked out on to the beach feeling the early warm sun on my face. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself as I played over in my mind how justice had been served. Sally followed a few minutes later wearing her tiny white bikini and when she caught up with me continued still trying to hurt me with her words. She sat on her sun… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 9 (written by Wunderboi) Clarissa slipped behind the wheel of her pearl white Mercedes. She had insisted on the most expensive paint option and the car glowed in the early morning sunshine. She smiled to herself, remembering her father's advice many years prior, which was to marry a much older very rich white man of the controlling class of Americans so that she would have a full life of ease and importance. She had pleased her father when she married such a man when she was just 22. Maxwell, her husband, had indeed provided h… 続きを読む

Chapter Three – Playing Away It is said that money can’t buy happiness but before that statement is accepted you need to define and decide what makes you happy. After a lifetime of just scr****g by and making do with second-best I have just come into a small fortune (for me, that is) and now, by definition, I’m very happy because Helen and me can now properly indulge in doing the things which we both adore. You see, pure and simple, I am a willing Cuckold and my Wife Helen knows just how much I revel in the humiliations she piles upon me when she cheats by breaking the most sacred of the vow… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 8 So many changes had taken place in Hawksville in the two years since Rhino had established their headquarters in the sleepy conservative Southern town. Initially there had been unspoken resentment toward the imaginative company for its brash, go-ahead way of conducting business which ran counter to the traditional careful manner in which things had always been done around these parts. Then there were the other realities, not only was it managed by foreigners it was black-owned and uppity ones at that. Nothing was said or publ… 続きを読む

A Professional Woman – Amy’s story as told to Curt Bruch As ever when the midnight hour heralds the dawn of another new year I enjoy a solitary celebration sitting in my cosy apartment, drink in hand, and reflect what has passed and speculate on the maybes to come. Whilst some may think that to have reached nearly a half century of birthdays and still be an uncommitted single without a life partner to share one’s joys and struggles is something to be pitied. Should anyone be foolish enough to say that to me then I will politely counter that there is a better way to live one’s life without ta… 続きを読む

Helen and me have been married long enough for us to have celebrated our Silver Anniversary a few years back (you do the math) and I have to say that life as we go through our fifth decade couldn’t be better for the pair of us .. or maybe it could; we’ll see. We live in South London in a large house inherited when Helen’s parents passed on but, despite having no mortgage, money has always been tight and we are careful with our spending. (I haven’t told Helen of my secret indulgence of buying a weekly lottery ticket; she would not be pleased!) Our k**s emigrated a few years ago to work an… 続きを読む

<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Out of Afrika – A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 4 Another Monday and another week beckoned the good citizens of Hawksville. Everyone had objectives and their own concerns in mind as the day began and for the Whites there was a mixed bag of tasks ahead. Simone knew that the focus of her week would be preparing for the arrival of Rhino’s CEO who was coming on a ‘State Visit’ later in the week and the full schedule of meetings and demonstrations that needed to be arranged. For Ian it was to be de… 続きを読む

We live close to London my wife Helen and me both in our early 50s we reside in a large-ish house. Our k**s have long flown the nest to leave us with two spare bedrooms and another in the loft so we decided that we could make ourselves a little bit of extra income by taking in mature foreign exchange students as short term lodgers. There is a large college nearby offering lots of different courses and with accommodation being at a premium we were soon on the college’s books. We elected only to take short-term bookings rather than be saddled with someone who might get too comfortable and anyway… 続きを読む

Day 2. I lay there all night thinking of Sally being fucked and wanked over like a slut. I couldn’t sleep and my hard-on refused to soften; I was so stimulated and pumped-up as I continually ran the events of the past few hours through my head. Unlike Sally who was in a very deep sleep. I was still awake as the sun slowly came up replacing the dark with a warm yellow glow. I got up changed into my swimwear and sat outside our cabana with the night still so clear in my mind. Sally appeared at the door wearing a red bikini. It was so tiny the top only just covered her firm breasts and the bot… 続きを読む

Out of Afrika – A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B ****** Chapter 3 Ian parked up on the drive and carefully stepped out of the car holding the Birthday cake that Simone had ordered from the local bakers. She had called him at his office (despite knowing that he didn’t like to be disturbed by domestic matters when he was so busy) and given implicit instructions for him to do so after finishing work. He had taken the call and attempted to remind her he might have more important things to do. She ignored his protest and reminded him in turn that there was nothing more important than their daughte… 続きを読む