I worked for an oil industry logistics company. For background, Emily is now thirty six. To be brutally honest, I accepted early on in my marriage with her that Emily was highly sexual and specifically needed sustained fucking to keep her satisfied and happy, so this and her entirely natural interest in and desire for sex with black men naturally led me to accept her gaining pleasure in bed from African men. Thankfully my posting to Lagos was perfect for us, as it allowed us to both live out our fantasies for several years. He said this very politiely but also very normally, as if it was entirely normal for an African driver to ask a white wife if he should provide sex as well.
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African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally different than that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enforced to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of kidnapped women, wives and daughters, have been forced into prostitution and sex slavery… especially the young white ones. There are some things about Africa that have drawn little press and that are hidden from the American public. Little has been published about the black African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who took sexual advantage of white businessmen and their families. The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people involved. It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been in Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.
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He had lived in Switzerland for many years, ever since he fled the African Republic of Malindi where he had been President. Whilst at university he developed a taste for white girls, a taste which because of his good looks, huge cock and great stamina, he found easy to satisfy. On his return to Malindia, however, he found that things were not as good. The country was looking towards apartheid run South Africa for leadership, and well educated black men were considered something of a danger. He only managed to get a menial job in the Civil Service, taking orders from white men who were rude and uneducated. One day he entered one of the few bars that served black men and got into conversation with a white woman who appeared friendly. They were both flirting with each other when her drunken husband returned and threw a punch at Moses. The punch missed by a mile, but Moses hit the man twice knocking him out.
Tracy had broad hips and a fat ass that was very much emphasized that evening in the tight jeans pants she wore. She was the daughter of a Nigerian multi-millionaire and easily one of the richest babes on campus. She ignored everybody and walked in my direction with a smile on her face. When she got to my table, she called my name and asked how I was doing. I was a poor guy on campus and by no means in the circle of friends that Tracy kept. We were not in the same department either and our paths had not crossed before. So how come she walked straight to me to say hi and even mentioned my name.
