Teen Tammy Starts Work in Africa

David Burton gripped the steering wheel hard as he
drove downtown. A slight sweat beaded his brow. He
glanced in the rear view mirror. His beautiful daughter
sat there quietly. Her sapphire blue eyes watching the
passing scenery as the light faded and another
magnificent sunset broke over the African city of
Harare.

His thoughts were far from the sunset, just one of many
hundred panoramic and beautiful sunsets he had seen
over the last 21 months.

As she turned her head and looked through the other
window, her rich blond curls seemed to catch the fading
light. Reflected through the rich yellow strands her
pretty face seemed to be captured in a radiant glory.

At that moment she could have looked like an angel from
heaven.

His heart lurched at her youthful beauty and his hands
gripped the wheel so tightly he almost felt that in a
moment it would snap in his hands.

He was taking his daughter for a date with a black man.

Not a handsome young African her own age.

A middle aged corpulent African nearly 10 years older
than David himself! Nasam Togbi was the African
President of African Conglomerate Trading. He was rich,
powerful and influential, and he liked teenage white
girls like David’s 18 year old daughter Tammy.

The sweat on his forehead dripped, though the heat of
the day was passed. He dragged his gaze back to the
road. Not that there was a lot of traffic in this early
evening period.

Harare did not have a rush hour. Not enough Africans
owned cars! Then there was the cost of petrol.

He tried to keep his mind off reality as he drove his
daughter to her date. A late night dinner date with a
black man.

A rich African man who was greedy for sex with nubile
pretty white girls like his innocent daughter Tammy.

Except his daughter was not so innocent. He wished she
was, but this would not be her first tryst with Nasam.

The memory of his daughter thrusting her aroused nipple
into the eagerly sucking mouth of the overweight
African as she lay beneath his bucking thrusting body
haunted his soul.

While her lovely blond mother had been ‘entertaining’
other African men on her knees in their living room of
their luxurious villa.

The paradise, miracles, and promise of Africa had
evaporated into an erotic nightmare of corrupt men, and
depraved sexual demands that had seen him on his knees
submitting to the brute demands of Chuku Olanes, the
black thug was employed as chauffeur to his African
boss Igwe Orizu, while other African men enjoyed his
wife and daughter inside the villa.

He cursed himself for thinking of his African boss. The
man had seemed so charming at interview. An African
with a brilliant mind, he had looked so dapper in his
Saville Row suite as they lunched the refines of the
Jeremy Club in London’s Mayfair.

It had been his ‘charming’ boss who had ordered him to
drive his daughter into town to meet Nasam Togbi
tonight. It had been Igwe Orizu who had presented him
with a contract that afternoon for his daughter to
sign.

A job offer for his 18-year-old daughter! Marketing
Manager it had said. What it had really meant was that
Igwe was employing his lovely white daughter to go on
‘dates’ with African businessmen that Igwe hoped to
deals with.

His beautiful blond daughter was to be the ‘sweetener’
in a grubby corrupt contract that would make Igwe even
richer.

His once innocent daughter had not hesitated in signing
the employment contract!

Where was the sweet girl he had raised and cherished?

***

At the hotel he pulled up and parked easily. Music came
from the hotel in a deep beating rhythm. This side of
the hotel was the respectable side. From here he could
enter the hotel, and the lobby led on to the exclusive
L’Escargo restaurant.

The restaurant was the hotel’s saving grace. It was
easily one of the best in Harare. He had been surprised
at the quality of the restaurants in Harare. Rich men
liked good food, and there were sufficient white
expatriates with money to burn happy to spend it on a
better meal than they could get back home. For a
quarter of the price back home.

It was in restaurants that this that the white
community brushed shoulders with the new black elite
who increasingly had financial power as well as
political power.

Even as he walked into the hotel he could hear the
raucous laughter coming from the far side of the hotel.
From the ‘public’ bar where poor Africans drank, sang,
and danced. Though he supposed by African standards
they were not poor.

African civil servants, company clerks, and others who
had risen above the hard graft of the factory floor and
celebrated their good fortune and demonstrating they
were ‘better’ by mingling around the hotels were the
rich Africans and whites relaxed.

When his family had first arrived in Harare they had
spent a few weeks in the Holiday Inn. Other families on
arrival had stayed at the Sheraton. However he knew
that some of the single expats had been housed here,
and some of those had complained that the hotel was
nothing more than a glorified knocking shop. Some had
even demanded to be re-housed following sleepless
nights.

Nevertheless the hotel had a smart white interior, with
an inlaid marble floor in reception. Slow circular fans
hanging from the ceiling generated a cool breeze. This
reinforced the old colonial atmosphere and decor. A
number of black men sat at the bar, and their attention
switched to Tammy as they walked in. Tammy was wearing
a relatively short skirt and showed off her shapely
legs, and a tight fitting top that hugged those well-
developed breasts. David and Tammy were used to this
and ignored the Africans at the bar.

David led Tammy towards the restaurant recognising the
African Restaurant Manager he signed to him, and asked
about Nasam Togbi and his party. The African nodded and
indicated one of the special rooms set near the lift
lobby. At no time during the whole conversation did his
eyes leave Tammy.

David was only mildly annoyed at this attention to his
daughter, and Tammy affected not to notice.

The Manager strode over and opened the door, and David
ushered Tammy into the room. He heard his daughter’s
sudden inrush of breath and looked from the Manager
into the room.

A circular table dominated the room and a lush spread
of food was already set on it. The abundant display of
fish, a rarity in landlocked Zimbabwe, demonstrated
that Nasam Togbi placed a very high importance on this
meeting/dinner.

He looked across at Nasam, who had rose to greet Tammy.
His eyes reminded him of a cobra as they stared at
Tammy. A glance at Tammy showed her eyes seemed to be
trapped by his gaze. He noted with surprise that Tammy
seemed suddenly breathless.

His eyes quickly took in the three other African
guests. He quickly dismissed them as the typical smart
suited executive sycophants that accompanied most
successful African businessmen.

“Mr. Togbi, my boss Igwe Orizu asked me to bring Tammy
to join you at dinner. He made no mention of your
guests?”

Nasam ignored David, and advanced around the table. His
hands outstretched reaching for Tammy’s hand.

“Are there to be some other women? I had not expected
your guests… Igwe made no mention of Tammy being
alone tonight with your friends.”

He stopped hesitantly as Nasam dropped his head over
Tammy’s hands and his lips lightly kissed her hand.

What romantic nonsense he thought! Then he noticed that
a light was shining in his daughter’s eyes. Nasam had
not released Tammy’s hand. David looked across at his
daughter and give a start as he realised she was
breathing heavily. Tammy’s full breasts were rising and
falling.

“What do we have need for other women, which such a
jewel as this adorns our poor table?”

David stared at him in disbelief. How corny could he
be?

He turned to Tammy but his daughter’s eyes were riveted
on the big corpulent African businessman holding her
hand so gently. Her eyes were sparkling.

“You can go now Mr. Burton, we will look after Tammy.”
His eyes never left Tammy as he spoke.

David swallowed.

“I… I… I’ll be waiting in the lobby,” he coughed
embarrassed.

Nasam looked at him with an amused glance.

David stuttered for a moment, then got a grip on his
wits.

“To take Tammy home afterwards,” he flushed with
embarrassment.

“Hah yes… afterwards… .” He smiled his eyes had
left Tammy and were roving over, then dropped his head
over his daughter’s hand kissing it again.

“Afterwards,” he murmured with a smile on his face.

David Burton realised that unaccountably his daughter’s
attention was totally focussed on this obese African
businessman.

He flushed and looked at the other three Africans, they
were all looking at Tammy avidly.

“Please Mr. Togbi, she is my daughter… err…
please… I’ll wait… just treat her with respect.”

The Africans ignored him. The door opened and African
waiters bustled in carrying hot plates and fish soup,
and David Burton edged out of the room.

***

He was embarrassed, as well as confused. He found a
quite spot on the lobby and settled down with a book he
had brought with him. From there he could see the door
to the room they were eating.

A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David
looked up and was about to order a pot of tea, then
realised how inadequate that seemed. He ordered a
double brandy.

Several double brandy’s later he was just as confused,
but the drink fogged his mind. It was easier now
through a layer of drink to remember the scene in his
own bedroom of his daughter beneath the corpulent
though vigorously thrusting African who had just so
politely and courteously kissed her hand.

The scene cursed his soul. A man should not be aroused
by the sight of his own daughter being fucked by a
randy middle aged fat man. A black man at that, but the
sight of his daughter being fucked in his own bed two
days ago by the same African now entertaining her to
dinner was too overpowering to easily dismiss.

And Tammy?

He recalled her eagerly offering her full, breast to
his mouth. His lips taking it, playing with it, and
nibbling on pink harness of her nipple. Her body,
beneath that black mass, quivering in unmistakable
delight as her lithe shapely thighs sought to clamp him
to her.

His daughter had been horny, horny as hell, as she
squirmed and writhed in his grasp.

A man should not see his own daughter writhe in lust
and need beneath a man older than himself… .but it
made him horny to recall it!

Shame and guilt suffused his thoughts, mixed with a
sexual excitement that he struggled and failed to
repress. Try as he might he could not dismiss the
images of lust and passion, black on white, that he had
witnessed.

He swirled the brandy in the glass. Watching the
colours flow and change. The waiters he noticed seemed
to be clearing the room of plates, glasses, and
crockery. Perhaps the meal was over. They were
definitely taking unfinished bottles of wine from the
room. That must be a sign that the evening was at last
over.

He waited for a while. The waiters stopped going to the
room, and he waited a bit longer. The door to the
private dining room had been left ajar, which seemed
unusual.

He rose and went over to the room. If they were
finished maybe he could take Tammy home. Inside
himself, he knew he was kidding himself.

He looked in, and found it empty.

He had not seen them leave.

He entered the room and was surprised to see a door on
the far wall. He crossed the room, and pulled open the
door. He cursed when he saw it led out into another
lobby with elevators on the far side.

They had left this way. Taking his daughter with them!

He turned and looked back into the room. He noticed a
below the table a white flash of cloth that had not
been taken by the waiters. Something pulled him towards
it. Bending down to pick it up, it unfolded in his
hands.

White lacy panties. They must have been his daughters!
He had not realised she wore sexy lingerie like this.
Had she worn such for her meeting with Nasam? He
examined it in his hand, embarrassed to realise that
panties such as this had hidden little. He imagined
them enclosing his daughter’s loins and how they must
have appeared to the four African men that had been in
this room.

He shuddered.

Who had taken them off.

Had Nasam’s fat pudgy fingers sought them out beneath
her short skirt and pulled them off.

He could hardly imagine him allowing his subordinates
to enjoy that pleasure.

He cursed himself for thinking of the pleasure a man
would have removing such lacy panties from his lovely
blond daughter!

***

He had to find his daughter before things went to far.
African men were the very devils! Nasam would have no
hesitation in rewarding his minions by allowing them to
enjoy Tammy as well.

Somehow, he had to save her from the worst excesses.

The lift arrived, and he entered and looked at the
panel. Six floors! How on earth was he to find her? He
pressed the button marked 1.

As the door opened her stepped out on to the hotel
corridor. There were black men in the corridor who
looked at him in surprise. He realised that he must be
in the African wing of the hotel. He braced himself not
to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor
looking around and listening for his daughter’s voice
coming from one of the rooms.

An African further down the corridor pushed himself
away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and
stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched
him carefully. The African saw he had David’s attention
and grinned at him.

Then he reached down and rubbed his loins.

“You want some bwana?” he chuckled, miss-stepped and
bumped the wall.

“Buy me beer and you can have every inch.”

David Burton reeled backwards disgusted and appalled.
He turned and hurried down the corridor. He could hear
the African behind him chuckling and following.

He rushed into the lift and pressed button 2.

He stepped out onto floor 2 and desperately looked
around. Relieved to find it empty. He watched the door
to the lift close behind him, and looked for any sign
of a staircase. If that African came up looking for him
he wanted a way out.

He moved down the corridor to find a stair, and stopped
as he heard a grunt. There were more grunts, and some
gasps. He swallowed as he realised he was listening to
a couple fucking on the other side of the corridor
wall. He paused for a moment. It sounded like only 1
couple. He moved on down the corridor, and soon heard
the sound of a frantic desperate eager coupling.

He paused again, could this be his daughter and Nasam
and his friends.

He felt embarrassed as he listened to the frantic
energetic coupling. He could not imagine Nasam being so
energetic.

He moved on, and soon heard the sounds of another
coupling. No wonder the single expat staff booked in
here had accused it of being a knocking shop!

He walked on to more of the same, guttural laughter,
gasping wheezing effort. Feminine squeals and gasps.
Each room on the floor seemed to house an eagerly
fucking couple. He found no staircase. What would
happen if there was a fire?

He returned to the lift. To his relief when the lift
doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.

On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some
African women chatting together. They grinned as he
approached them. One of them opened her dress and
showed him her breasts.

“Z$50 dollars” she said. He should not have been
startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She
grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and
looked at him.

“OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!”

God she thought he was negotiating. He gathered his
thoughts, distracted by the exposed smooth dark flesh
in front of him. She was a relatively pretty African
woman.

Her friend leaned over and spoke to her, and they both
looked at him. Her friend put her arm around the semi-
exposed African woman and with her free hand caressed
the exposed breast.

Then she grinned at David.

“Z$60 dollars yes? You watch, then we both suck suck
you!”

“No! No! You don’t understand. I am looking for a white
girl!”

“We better than any pale skinned white girl!” they both
hooted at him.

The second one unbuttoned her dress exposing a pair of
breasts that were fuller and rounder than the 1st
whore.

“Z$60 dollars, we do whatever you want…”

David shook his head. He was wasting his time.

He turned away and headed back to the lift.

“Blond white girl?”

David paused. Hope rising!

“Pretty blond white girl?”

David turned and looked at the two African whores.

“You want to find pretty white girl?” She paused, and
made a gesture with her hands.

“Nice full breasts?” She jiggled her hands grinning at
him.

“Yes, yes, can you tell me where she is?”

The African whore looked at him, with an assessing
look.

“Yes I can tell you where to find her!”

She looked at him, and then stretched out her hand.

“Z$70 dollars,” she demanded thrusting her hand
forward. Her friend nudged her sharply, a look of shock
on her face. Her head leaned forward and whispered
fiercely into her friend’s ear. Her friend ignored her.

“Z$70 dollars!!”

Relieved David reached into his pocket and peeled off
Z$70 dollars.

She waved her figures at him, and he gave her his
money. She clasped it tight. Then she grinned and
pointed up.

“4th floor 4… room 424.”

Her friend was staring at the money in disbelief. As
David turned away he saw them both clasping the money
and giggling.

He pressed the button for the lift, and turned to watch
as the two whores clasped the money in both their hand
and did a little dance together.

“Z$70 dollars for nothing… crazy white man!” they
chuckled and laughed.

The lift doors opened and one of the African women
called out to him. He turned and looked at her. She
pulled her dress open and laughed.

“Z$50 dollars?” A clear query was in her voice. Her
friend peeled with laughter, and they both clung on to
each other laughing.

David could see the humour but was glad to get into the
lift.

His heart went into his mouth as he pressed button 4.
Was he finally going to find his daughter.

The door opened on level 4 and he stepped out. Down the
corridor there was a queue of six African men pushing
and shoving each other under the stern gaze of a tall
African blocking an open door.

He glanced at the room numbers and headed towards the
men, who paused to look at the approaching white man.
He checked the door numbers. He was approaching room
24. What would he do if they had his daughter in there?
Where was Nasam?

There was a commotion and one of the cutest looking
young white girls he had ever seen darted out under the
arm of the African blocking the door. She was blond,
but with straight, silky shoulder length hair. That
blond hair framed a heart shaped face. David caught his
breath in his throat at her fresh pretty face.

It wasn’t Tammy.

“Francis,” she yelled. “You’re not listening. My
parents will be expecting me home!”

She looked about 4′ 6″ and was wearing a men’s shirt,
and it seemed nothing else. Her legs below the shirt
were lithe and shapely. He wondered just how old she
was.

The African called Francis glared at her furiously.
Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her
back into the room. That did not stop the shirt
billowing out to reveal the nice full breasts that the
whores from the floor below had referred to.

Not too young then, but she certainly looked it.

Francis scowled at the girl then closed the door.

“You don’t understand… I will get in trouble if I’m
late!”

Francis looked at the queue of men. There was Z$600
dollars waiting outside and Cindy was not going
anywhere until he had it in his hand! Too hell with her
parents!

He turned to glare at David Burton as he approached.
How much could he charge this white man he wondered? He
started getting excited perhaps he could charge this
white man a Z$1,000 dollars! Fruit machine numbers
started to roll in his head!

David stopped in front of him.

“Get to the back of the queue white man. No queue
jumping here! You want to watch you pay me and the
African fucking her.”

The Africans in the queue grinned was this a crazy
white man willing to pay their �Z1000 dollars and bit
more beside to watch?

David shook his head appalled again at the den of
iniquity he was in. Somewhere in this hell hole he had
to find his daughter and get her out!

“No, you don’t understand. I am looking for my
daughter.”

“Cindy’s not your daughter white man!”

“I know, I know. I need to find my daughter.”

“Look Mr.? either join the queue or leave. You heard
the girl Cindy’s parents are expecting her home!”

He laughed and the other Africans in the queue laughed
and rubbed their crotches lasciviously.

“Hey! Why you argue with this white guy. It’s my turn
and the girl’s waiting!” The Africans chuckled and
urged Francis to let him in. They were all eager to get
their hands and the girl. Too fuck such a young and
pretty white girl while knowing a white man waited his
turn behind them would be a great boost to their
satisfaction!!

“Ok, Ok, Give me your Z$100 dollars.”

“Z$100 dollars! Give me a break.”

“Z$100 dollars, or clear off and let someone else have
a go!”

The African cursed, he seemed to struggle to let the
Z$100 out of his hand.

“Z$100 dollars, that’s outrageous, what do I get for my
Z$100 dollars.”

“You just saw what you get! You can do what you like to
that 15 year old white girl, just give me Z$100
dollars.”

David reeled that African was pimping a 15 year old
white girl to a queue of waiting Africans.

“Anything?” He voice sounded disbelieving as he was
pushed into the room.

“Yes, anything, just tell her want you want!”

Francis sounded annoyed as he turned to David.

“Look I said join the queue or clear off. You are
worrying my customers!”

“Ok you little bitch get down on your knees!” The voice
of the African in the room carried clearly to the
Africans waiting in the corridor.

There was a sudden indrawn breath in the corridor. Even
David found his heart stopping at the image of that
pretty young blond on her knees and being given black
cock to suck!

“That’s it girl kneel down there. Francis said you will
do as I yell you!”

“Ok honey, now lick my arsehole!”

You could hear a pin drop in the corridor.

“Oh… Oh wow… your really doing it… .Ooooh, that’s
just great!!”

“Urghhh… wowwee!”

David looked at the waiting Africans. They were all
looking at him and grinning. He could see the quiet
satisfaction in their faces that he was listening to
this.

He turned and headed back for the lift.

God! That cute 15 year old blonde girl was tonguing a
black man’s bottom. She was actually doing it! He
almost turned back and joined the queue! He had to save
his daughter from whatever horrors were befalling her
in this hotel!

He entered the lift and pressed button 5.

He almost did not want the doors to open. They did, and
he stepped out into the corridor. It seemed empty. He
set off down the corridor, listening to sounds of sex
coming from the rooms off the corridor. Would he be
able to identify his daughter just from the sounds
emanating from these rooms?

The lift doors opened and a security guard burst out
onto the corridor. He was trying to restrain a large
german shepherd dog, which he struggled to restrain.
The dog barked at him fiercely. A wail started up in
one of the bedrooms. Two more Africans in security
uniforms followed him.

The guard yelled at the dog, then yelled at David that
he was Ok, but don’t get too close.

They came up the corridor. One of the doors slammed
open and an African looked out. David could hear a
woman protesting inside. A white woman

“Where you been?”

The Africans in uniform laughed.

“You try to keeping this horny bastard in check!”

“No, please no, not the dog… I’ll be good, I promise
I’ll be good.” There was no doubting it was a white
woman’s voice.

There was guttural laughter from the room.

The dog was at the door now and straining at the leash.
It’s tale lashed from side to side. It’s tongue lolled
from its mouth. It’s pink cock had slid out of its
sheath. David was startled to see it was about 7 inches
long and thicker than his own cock!

“Hold her down!”

The leash snapped and the African holding it fell
backwards. The dog leaped into the room. The other two
guards laughed, and rushed into the room. David noticed
they were all armed with sidearms.

“Noooooo…”

David reached the open door to the room. He couldn’t
stop himself looking inside. He saw a pair of shapely
white thighs splayed apart. The large dog was rutting
between them. Its large furry body dominated the hard
to see white woman beneath him.

Its hips were a whirl of motion as it humped and
thrust.

“Oooooooohhh.”

The Africans were sitting around watching and grinning.

Those men were armed! David headed for the lift. His
daughter was his concern.

***

He stepped out onto level 6. It was empty. He walked
its length. The usual sounds of passion. No voices
sounded like Nasam, nor of his friends talking. He
could not go bursting into every room.

He looked at the lift buttons 1 to 6.

He returned to the lobby and checked his car. She was
not waiting there for him. He ordered another brandy
and slumped into the chair in the lobby.

On level 7 Tammy held tightly to the thrusting African
above her.

Level 7 was not easy to find. The Africans who took
advantage of the facilities on this floor did not like
to be disturbed. Certainly they did not expect other
guests to wander its corridors.

Hasam Tobi must have weighed 21 stone, but that did not
bother Tammy. She was enveloped in his bulk, and loved
it! He was so big! His masculinity swapped her, and she
loved the smell of him. His awesome size dwarfed her,
and she clung to him.

“Fuck me. Oh Fuck me you big bastard I love it!”

Nasam Togbi heaved, wobbled, and thrust. This horny
white teenager was just what he need.

She squirmed beneath him and incredibly he could feel
her inner muscles squeezing and clamping on his cock.
The little honey was so tight. He pushed through the
squeezing muscles relishing her enthusiastic wriggles.

It was incredible to think this girl’s white father was
waiting in the lobby while he fucked her. It give such
an edge to the fucking.

He looked down into her excited sapphire blue eyes.

“You enjoying this honey?”

“Oh God yes. I love it. Fuck me as much as you want!”

Her full breasts rubbed and brushed against his chest
and he enjoyed their fullness against him. She reached
up and lapped her tongue along the folds of his neck
and felt his shudder of delight. She wanted to please
this man, this incredible horny man with his thick
cock.

She spread her shapely white thighs wide offering total
access to her pussy, and his lovely black cock seemed
to thrust even deeper.

She moaned her delight.

He grasped those curly blond curls in his pudgy hands,
relishing the soft silkiness. Then he used his grip to
tilt her head back and lowered his head to kiss. Her
lips parted, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Eager to add sensation to sensation.

Her eyes rolled as sensation after sensual sensation
seemed to overwhelm her. Her eyes flickered across the
room and she noticed Nasam’s associates watching.

Watching and waiting. They were going to be next…

The thought was too much and triggered yet another
shivering sensational orgasm.

Nasam felt the quivering shaking of the girl beneath
him and recognised the signs of the lovely white woman
below him having another orgasm.

It was enough for him and his heavy balls began to pump
the sperm.

The girl beneath responded to the hot surge by grabbing
his shoulder and wailing her excitement.

He grinned at his waiting henchman, but stayed above
the young woman, enjoying her soft curves pressed
against him.

***

He smiled to himself as he opened a cold beer and
turned to look at his colleagues. They deserved a treat
like Tammy Burton, and they were enjoying the treat.

Tammy was standing by the bed, while three pairs of
black hands explored her soft white curves. Two of them
were on the bed in front of her and were lavishing
attention on her full white orbs. The nipples were dark
with excitement and strongly peaked. He watched two
black mouths enclosed Tammy’s nipples, and the girl
grinned down at them and pushed her white breasts
towards the greedily sucking black men.

Behind them Kiri was stroking her shoulders, watching
from behind the erotic sight of his two friends sucking
on those wonderful surging orbs. This girl’s enthusiasm
for sex was great. His hands stroked down her back and
he caressed the soft curves of her bottom.

When he stroked between those curves, he noted she made
no effort to pull away as his finger toyed with the
sensitive opening of her bottom. He pushed harder, and
to his delight she pushed back. His finger popped the
opening and she rose on her toes, but made no effort to
pull away.

He grinned. He slid his hard cock between those curvy
cheeks and aimed his cock.

***

Nasam looked over at the tableaux by the bed. Three
black men playing with a very tasty looking 18 year old
blond white girl.

“Hey! Don’t forget! Her father told us to treat her
with respect!”

Tammy groaned, as the Africans eased off.

Nasam walked over and stroked Tammy’s soft cheek. His
dark pudgy hand savoured her soft face. He grinned.

“Honey you want us to treat you with respect?” Tammy
moaned and sucked his thumb. Nasam grinned, and
released her and walked away, before turning back.

Kiri looked at Nasam. Nasam’s words had reminded all
three very forcefully who was in charge of this
evenings entertainment. If any of them went to far,
then Nasam would not forget or forgive.

“Boss,” there was a nervousness in his voice. He had
been so close…

“So you really want us to treat her to treat her with
respect?” The frustration in his voice was self-
evident.

Nasam looked into Tammy’s eyes. He could see raw desire
in her sapphire eyes.

“Fuck her arse open!”

Kiri thrust before any alternatives were discussed.

Tammy’s eyes popped, then she screeched as pain
enveloped her derriere.

Kiri grinned. He liked having that affect on a woman.

She wriggled and squirmed to be free, but he pushed her
forward and down. His two colleagues helped hold her
wriggling body down. Kiri thrust again, and Tammy
yelped.

Kiri did not realise she was virgin back there. If he
had he would not have cared. He was taking what he
wanted and it felt good, very good.

“Oh God! God What have you done to me! It hurts. Ohhh
God!”

Nasam grinned and surprising all he nearly leapt on to
the bed. He grabbed Tammy’s blond curls and pulled her
head up.

“God? God? This is Africa and your God is not here! If
you want some thing to worship I have something here.”

He knelt in front of the skewered blond girl and waved
his cock in front if her face.

It’s hard again she realised. That was quick!

“Worship this if you need something to worship!”

He pulled her face forward and Tammy opened her mouth
eager to begin worshipping black cock.

***

It was 2am before Tammy appeared in the lobby. The
Africans still at the bar turned to ogle her. Tammy’s
radar quickly spotted the big one at the bar, then she
spotted her father asleep in a chair in the lobby. She
went over and woke him up.

“Daddy, wake up.”

She pushed his shoulder and he stirred, then he jumped
to his feet startled.

“What time is it?”

“Late, we better go.”

She took his arm, realising that her father was a bit
tipsy.

Together they walked out of the hotel.

Her pussy twitched and startled she looked behind her.
Her heart leapt as she realised the big African at the
bar had followed them out. She slowed her pace. Easy to
do with her father’s tipsy state.

There was a sudden heat in her loins! Christ what was
wrong with her. Four men had just finished putting her
through her paces, and now a complete stranger had set
her off again.

She glanced behind her. He was closer. God he was a
big! So tall!

“Whose so big?” Her father asked.

Tammy was startled she had not realised she had spoken
out loud.

The African had seen her glance and increased his pace.
Moments later she felt his hand on her shoulder turning
her.

“What..,” her enquiry was crushed by his lips and she
clung to him as he pushed her up against the hotel
wall.

“What? What’s going on? Hey!” Tammy heard her father in
the background, but her focus was on the big African
body pressed against her and her pussy had steamed up.

David Burton staggered slightly as he gathered his
wits. Then he saw his precious daughter being pushed up
against the hotel wall. He blinked and realised the
African had his hand up his daughter’s skirt.

He was fondling his daughter through her panties. No
that was not right then he realised his daughter’s
panties were in his pocket! He flushed.

“Hey… you!”

The African turned to David, not that the hand under
his daughter’s skirt had ceased its movement. His
daughter was panting, her lips parted and her eyes
wide.

“Z$50 dollars and I’ll let you watch me fuck your
pretty wife!”

David swallowed.

“That’s not my wife.”

“Good that’s Ok then… clear off.” The African dropped
his head to Tammy’s slender neck and nibbled.

“No, No you don’t understand. That’s my daughter!”

The African looked around at David, then back at the
panting woman he had pinned up against the wall.

“Ok… I see… Z$100 dollars and I’ll let you watch me
fuck your daughter!”

David staggered backwards shocked. Shocked by the
suggestion, and shocked by the hard on that had
instantly sprung up at the suggestion.

He looked at Tammy, who was looking back at him. With a
shock he realised that Tammy was waiting to hear
whether he would say yes or not. She did not look
alarmed, or disgusted at the suggestion. She was
waiting for his reaction.

With a shock he realised his daughter’s hands were
slowly stroking the African’s neck. She was going to
let this complete stranger do it to her!

He staggered backwards. Then watched helpless as the
African slid his arm around his daughter’s waist and
led her back to the hotel.

***

He worked his way back to the car. Fumbled through
unlocking it, and managed to get himself inside. He
steadied himself. He was shocked at the way his
daughter had looked at him after the African had made
his suggestion. As though she was happy to accept the
proposal.

Now he had taken his daughter inside and he was going
to fuck her.

Images scorched his mind. He had in the bushes and
sneaked a look through the bedroom window and watched
Nasam Togbi fuck his daughter on the Burton marriage
bed.

It had been the most mind blowing erotic scene he had
ever seen.

Now this African stranger had offered to let him watch
as he fucked Tammy. There was nothing he wanted more in
the world than to see that big African buck get between
his beautiful blond daughter’s lovely legs and fuck
her!

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the money
there.

It was Z$100 dollars. Fate?

In a daze he pulled himself back out of the car and
headed for the hotel.

***

It surprised him how easy it was to find them. He
pushed the door to their room and the door yielded. He
staggered inside. His daughter was on her back on the
bed. Those lithe shapely legs had had seen wrapped
around Nasam Togbi were now wrapped around this big
black stranger.

He stepped into the room. The African turned to see who
had come into the room. David waved the Z$100 dollars.
The African turned back to Tammy and recommenced
fucking her.

Tammy looked at him over the African’s shoulder. She
smiled shyly, then her expression changed as the
African became more vigorous.

She gasped.

“Its Ok dad, it’s OK.”

He sat on the chair by the bed. His daughter reached
out and took his hand. He grasped it, reassuring her
and then held it as the big African fucked his daughter
to a multiple orgasm.

***

After he left he helped her gather her things. As they
were coming out of the room another African stopped
them. He was surprised to see it was the pimp he had
seen earlier with the young white girl in room 424.

He pushed Tammy back into the room and pulled David
out. To his surprise there was a queue of men outside
their room.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“Never mind that you got any money?”

“No I don’t have any money!”

“Well that’s it then you can’t watch again.”

“What are you on about?”

“Hey, if he ain’t got any money why you keeping me
waiting? That’s sweet white meat in there and I’m head
of the queue.”

“You got your Z$100 dollars?” The pimp took the money
and pushed the African into Tammy’s room.

“Hey you can’t go in there! That’s my daughter! She’s
not a prostitute.”

“Now don’t you go causing me any problem whoever you
are,” the pimp glared at David. “I got client’s waiting
with money to spend.” He nodded to the five men
waiting. The last in the queue was a big bugger and his
daughter would like him. Then he cursed himself for
thinking like that!

“But that’s my daughter.”

“Come on honey, just suck this a little.” David
swallowed. That was the African in the room with his
daughter speaking!

“Oh wow! Oooh yesss. Hey guys this one really knows how
to use her mouth and tongue! Ohhh yessss!”

The Africans waiting outside grinned at each other.

“Ok your next, he’s going to be quick!” The Africans
outside laughed.

“Give me your Z$100 dollars then?” The second African
eagerly handed over his money.