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2006-08-29
Samuel had been updating our computer systems, for the last two weeks, and I had been designated to look after him. Partly because that was part of my job, and partly because his hotel, on the other side of town, was near to where I live. He was a fascinating character. He was as black as ebony, with very short, tightly bunched hair. Although he was from South Africa, his accent was much softer, and more refined than any other South Africans that I had heard. If you had only heard his voice on the telephone, you may have thought that he was white and public school educated. He spoke in a type of English that you only hear on ‘period dramas’. His manners were impeccable, and he called all of the women ‘miss’, which amused us. He was a peculiar shape; about six feet tall, and athletically built, but not in an aggressive way, in fact, his body seemed to be ‘fluid’. When he walked, he ‘glided’, and he constantly smiled, flashing the whitest teeth that I had ever seen. Thankfully, that morning, I had chosen to wear a pair of white, linen trousers and a black linen top. In the hotel, we went straight to the bar. I ordered a vodka and tonic, he had a bottle of beer. We chatted while we drank, mostly about me. I’d had a couple of jobs, lived with a boyfriend, got pregnant, had the baby, dumped him and moved back in with my divorced mum. Even in these enlightened times, the sight of a young blonde woman and a black man, can still draw disapproving stares.
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The ‘tuts’ of a couple of older men, made me sit closer to Samuel, in the bar. As the evening wore on, as we ate a lovely meal, I asked him why and when he had come to England. “It is a very interesting story, but,” he stopped, and considered his next words, “it involves some very private things, that you may not believe, and even be embarrassed to hear. ” I was intrigued, and took another gulp of wine. “Try me, I can be very sensitive, and a good listener. ” I wasn’t going to miss this for the world. “If anything I say offends you, please, tell me to stop. I will understand. ” He told me as we shared a bottle of red wine. Samuel began his tale. “When I was about two or three, my father died, and my mother went to work for an English family on a large farm as a housekeeper. It was a wonderful time. We had a small house to live in, although I had to share a bedroom with my mother. The family had two sons, Simon and Timothy who were both older than I was. During the week they were at boarding school, but came home at weekends, when we would play together.
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Their mother made them teach me to read and write. During the week I would run errands for the ‘Missus’, but mostly I just seemed to play in the yard or the fields. Then, when I was about 12 years old, something happened that changed my life. I had not felt well for some days, and I did not know what was wrong. I thought that I was going to die. It was a difficult time, as I had grown to look like a man. I was nearly as tall as I am now, but still had the ways of a young boy. I was waking up, in the night with serious pains, and sometimes I thought that I was bleeding to death, but could not see any blood. My mother knew something was wrong, but I could not tell her, about my fears. One morning, she went to the big house and brought the ‘Missus’ to see me. I was terrified. The ‘Missus’ sent my mother to work, and began asking me about my symptoms. I tried to explain, but, I did not know what words to use, so, she made me show her. She pulled the sheets down and gasped. Then she laughed out loud, “What have we here, Samuel?” I shook my head, mortified.
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“I don’t think that there is too much wrong with you, apart from the fact that you have become a man!” She laughed again, as she took my (he whispered) erect penis in her hands, squeezed it and rubbed it very quickly, until I got that feeling again, and began to ‘bleed’, or so I thought. It felt different, this time as it shot out of the tip, perhaps two feet in the air!” My eyes were bulging, then when I realised that he had been having wet dreams, I began to giggle, until I was nearly helpless, with laughter. “Oh, Samuel!” I grinned, “You must have known what was happening. ” “No, you must remember, I was only 12 years old, and my mother was my only family. I was very ignorant. ” After ordering a second bottle of wine, he continued: “When I realised that I was not going to die, the ‘Missus’ sat next to me on the bed, still stroking my penis with her soft fingers. “This is a very fine specimen, Samuel” she told me, “It is even bigger than my husbands. It is just a pity that it is on such a young boy. ” As I had grown taller, in the previous year, I had noticed some other changes, in my body. Obviously, I had begun to ‘sprout hair’, and, yes, I knew that my, (he whispered the word, again) penis had grown longer. It was nearly touching my knees, so I just wore longer pants. (Shrugging his shoulders, as if it was the most natural thing, in the world). ‘Nearly touching my knees’ - I took a large gulp of wine! Samuel continued,“her stroking was having a strange effect, my penis began to ‘twitch’ and move before my eyes. It became stiff again, very quickly, but this time it did not seem to hurt me. “Good boy, Samuel.
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” She told me as she changed her position, on the bed, until she was lying next to me, with her face, very close to my (he whispered, again) penis. The ‘Missus’ kept rubbing and stroking my penis, until it was sticking right up in the air, again. All she kept saying was “Good boy, Samuel” as she changed hands. I sat, shaking, like a leaf, while he continued. Both of her hands were now on my penis and, her rubbing became a little bit faster, until she suddenly put the end into her mouth, “No! Missus, No!” I shouted, because I thought that she was going to bite me!” I had tears in my eyes from the laughter, but was also aware that I was constantly adjusting my position on my chair as I was rubbing my thighs together. “It’s all right, don’t be afraid! I’m not going to harm you. Just lie back and relax,” she told me, before she moved, again, and knelt across my chest. She was, now, sucking my penis, like a lollipop. I could not believe what was happening. She could only get the tip and a couple of inches into her mouth, but I am sure was trying to get it all in, as she rubbed it with all of her might. As she did this, her dress had shifted up onto her hips, exposing her (again he whispered) pants to me. There was a peculiar smell, I thought that she may have wet herself, but I soon recognised it, as my mother sometimes had this same smell. The ‘Missus’ was now rocking backwards and forwards while she was sucking on my penis, her private parts were nearly touching my face. I had never known a feeling like it, as her rubbing and sucking became more frantic, and suddenly, I had that feeling again, in my balls, then a wonderful feeling of release, as my penis shot it’s stuff into her mouth. “Good boy, Samuel.
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Very good boy!” she panted, as she looked over her shoulder, “Pull my knickers to one side,” she told me, as she licked my white stuff from chin.
I did as I was told, accidentally touching her private parts, which were very hairy and soaking wet, as I took hold of the material. “Yes!” she groaned “Good boy, Samuel!” Obviously, I had seen my mother naked, but nothing could have prepared me for this. “ Put your tongue out, and lie back,” she commanded me. Still holding onto her knickers, I did as I was told. The Missus eased back, until she was sitting on my face. The smell was still very strong, but it tasted quite nice! (He permitted himself a chuckle at the thought. ) She then rubbed herself up and down and all over my face like a lioness marking its territory. She was now telling me to lick the sides and to put my fingers inside. I eased one finger inside. It felt strange; very hot and sticky; I was being very gentle, as I did not want to hurt her. “More! More!” She shouted. I managed to slide a second finger in then a third, as she continued to press and rub against my face. “Oh God, yes! Deeper, deeper,” she was shouting at me. I have to tell you that I was scared, but continued pushing my fingers into her, as my tongue was flicking against her private parts.
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Eventually my tongue rested on a little stone or pebble, at the front, “Oh God Yes!” she screamed, “That is right, keep doing that!” she kept shouting, as she pressed harder against my face until I could hardly breathe. But I knew I must continue, or the Missus might be displeased with me. All of my hand apart from my thumb was inside her, by now. As I did this, the Missus was pulling at my penis, as if she wanted to rip it out. She was now so excited; she was even using rude language, that I had only heard the ‘field hands’ use. She shouted, “that is right, Samuel, lick me, lick my cunt! I am going to fuck you, so hard, when you are finished licking my cunt! I want this fucking monster right up me, until you fill my belly!” I was shocked, as the Missus was a Sunday- School Preacher! As he told his story, Samuel never took his eyes from mine. “I want your cock!” she shouted as she began sucking it again. Suddenly, she pressed her private parts harder against my face, and began shaking as she let my penis fall from her mouth. Honestly, I thought that I had killed her, or she was having a fit, or something! “Are you all right, Missus?” I called, “Don’t die, Missus!” She then rolled off me, and with a wicked grin, she told me, “I am not going to die, Samuel! In fact, I think that you have just brought me back to life!” Samuel was grinning from ear to ear. “Wow!” I gasped, “Is there anymore?” I asked, a little bit too readily! “Yes, miss. Are you sure that you want me to continue?” Samuel asked for reassurance. “I’m just going to the toilet, won’t be long!” I staggered to the ladies room. When I sat on the toilet, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, and the effect that it was having on me. My own fanny was swollen and sweaty, just like the woman, in the story, and my nipples were sticking out, like wooden pegs. All I could think of was the ‘thrashing’ that I was going to give myself, with my dildo, when I got home.
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When I re-joined him, he was now sitting in the lounge. I noticed that Samuel had positioned his seat, so he had his back to the rest of the room. As I picked up my wineglass, he asked if I wanted him to continue. Grinning, I replied, “Yes please. ” “The Missus, straightened her clothes and went back to the Big House. My penis did not go soft, for the rest of the day, as I sat around trying to remember every small detail. When my mother arrived back from work, she told me that the Missus had decided that I was now old enough to work in the Big House, as her ‘house-boy’ and I was to report for work, the next morning. When we arrived in the kitchen, my mother made some breakfast, and sent me upstairs with a tray, for the Missus. I knocked on the door, and the Missus called me in. The Missus was naked, and her large white breasts were resting on the bedclothes. I was shaking with fear as I walked towards the bed, with the tray. “Put it on the dresser,” she told me, “then sit beside me. I sat beside her and tried not to look at her wonderful breasts. You must remember that this woman controlled my mothers’ destiny and mine and could banish us without a second thought. “You have not told anyone about what we did yesterday, have you Samuel?” She asked as she sipped her tea.
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“No, Missus,” I whispered, staring at the wall, as I shook my head. “Look at me Samuel,” she said as she tapped my shoulder. I did, but could not stop looking at her large white breasts. I was afraid that she would be angry with me. “Good boy, Samuel,” she repeated. “You will now work in the house, and live here, too. I will look after you in a way that your mother never could. You will only work for me, and you must never tell anyone, including your mother, about the things that we do. Do you understand?” She laughed, as she took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. I nodded my agreement. “Does that feel nice?” she asked me. I nodded my head, “because it feels nice for me. ” Suddenly she told me to stand up, “Take your clothes off,” she demanded. I took my top off, then slid my pants down. I smiled as I heard her gasp.
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“Oh my God!” she whispered, “It is as big as I had remembered. The Missus then threw back the bed sheets, revealing her naked body. I felt my penis begin to swell, and stick out again. She then patted the bed, “Come here and kneel next to me. ” As I did this, my penis was swinging from side to side, which amused her. When I was beside her she pulled the skin from the end and rubbed the tip across her breasts, “I s that good?” she kept asking, and I kept nodding, as my penis grew harder and harder. Like the day before, she could not wait to put my penis in her mouth. Only this time she was a lot gentler, with me, using her tongue on the tip and the length. I was enjoying this much better. As she sucked me, her hands were stroking my bottom and my stones that were dangling between my legs. I had to hold onto her shoulders, to stop myself falling over, but this also seemed to force more of my penis into her mouth. After a few minutes the Missus stopped, and took my penis from her mouth. Still rubbing it, she asked, “You are not going to come yet, are you?” I did not understand. She laughed, at my ignorance; “Nothing is going to come out, is it?” “No, Missus, no. ” I answered.
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“Good. Now get down to the bottom of the bed,” she told me. As I did, she opened her legs wide apart. The light in her bedroom made her white body look magnificent. I could not take my eyes away from the sight between her legs. Her private parts were bright red and very wet. So wet that I thought that she was peeing on the bed. The Missus was panting again, as she told me to rub my penis against her private parts. It felt wonderful as I stroked myself against her. It nearly slipped in once or twice, which made her moan. “Yes, yes. Slide it in now!” She shouted. I could not stop myself, and my penis got half way in without any effort. “Yes, yes! Fuck me, you little bastard!” she kept shouting, as she grabbed my hair.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck me, boy.
Fuck me!” Her legs were now wrapped around my waist, and my penis was nearly completely inside her. I was shaking, and did not know what to do next. As the Missus was rocking her hips I did the same, which made her scream, out loud. “Faster, faster! Fill me full of black cock!” she shouted. I did as I was told, making her scream even louder. Then she began to shake, like the previous day, which made my penis ‘erupt’ again. “Yes, yes, good boy Samuel” she panted, as she continued to grind her hips against me. I could not move, as she held onto me. We lay like this for a few minutes, until she told me to get off her. I will remember the smile on her face, as long as I live, as I pulled my penis out of her. My liquid and her juices poured out and onto the bed. The Missus then made me lie next to her, so she could hold me. We continued like this for several years, making love at every opportunity. The Missus was a wonderful teacher, showing me all of the ways to make a woman happy. I would always accompany her, when she visited friends, or had holidays, all around the country.
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I would have my own room, but would sneak into her room, so we could spend the whole night together. I grew to like this very much. “Shit!” I gasped, as I looked at my watch, “have you seen the time?” “It is very late. I am sorry, if I have inconvenienced you. ” Samuel whispered. “Shit!” I gasped, as I looked at my watch, “have you seen the time?” “It is very late. I am sorry, if I have inconvenienced you. ” Samuel whispered. late, that’s all. ” I replied. “Would you like to use the telephone in my bedroom?” Samuel offered. I could feel my knickers sticking to me, as I stood up, “Yes. Thanks. That would be excellent,” I told him, knowing full well that I had a perfectly good mobile phone in my bag! As we walked up the staircase, he explained that he now lived alone as ‘the Missus’ had moved back to South Africa, five years previously, to live with one of her sons. Once inside his room, the atmosphere was electric.
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Samuel took hold of my hand, and pulled me to him. My face was inches from his. My heart was beating so fast I thought that it may explode. Our lips met, and we kissed like teenagers, our tongues flashing in and out of each other’s mouths. His large hands were rubbing and squeezing my back, shoulders, head and arse. I was in Heaven. He broke off from our kiss, and whispered in my ear, “Would you like to see my penis?” I could only nod. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I stared in disbelief as he took off his shirt and began to unbutton his trousers. Grinning, Samuel asked, “Are you sure that you want me to do this?” “Get on with it! Get it out! I can’t wait to see this thing!” I screamed inside my head. “Yes, please. ” I actually whispered. He slowly stepped out of his trousers, leaving him in only a pair of Lycra shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge. It was huge. In a well practices manoeuvre he slid his pants down making his cock spring out and ‘wobble’.
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I can’t be sure whether I groaned or gasped, but I definitely made a noise. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, as it twitched and grew larger in front of me. It was fantastically grotesque, ugly, obscene, and absolutely enormous! It was as big as a wine bottle. My eyes were like saucers. He was right, it probably could have touched his knees if it hadn’t been so hard! It looked odd as this huge thing stood out from his slim waist. Samuel was now standing right in front of me, “Would you like to touch it?” he asked. I didn’t need asking twice! Taking hold of it with both hands I rubbed it and stroked it, until it had grown another inch in girth. This was fabulous. As the pink tip was poking through his foreskin, I couldn’t resist kissing it. Just a little peck at first, quite gentle, then, without thinking, I ran my tongue over the tip and the shaft, taking the knob into my mouth. Both of my hands were wildly, rubbing the shaft as I sucked and sucked on his knob. Samuel was stroking my hair with one hand as he unbuttoned my blouse with the other. Without taking his cock out of my mouth we managed to get my blouse off. He was now squeezing my heaving breasts as he unhooked my bra. There was an amazing sense of relief as my large breasts swung free for him.
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Using both of his hands he squeezed and kneaded my breasts like dough, occasionally putting his huge, hairy balls between them. He began groaning and thrusting his hips, forcing another inch, or so, into my mouth, as I realised that he was close to coming. Pushing him away, I panted, “Not yet, not yet! I want that thing inside me, when you come!” He laughed, as he moved away, allowing me some space to take my trousers off. I was glad that I’d had the foresight to wear a nice white, frilly thong, today. His large eyes twinkled while I slipped my pants off, exposing my hairy bush, to him. I sat on the edge of the bed while he slapped my breasts with his cock, making my nipples tingle. “Would you like to make love?” he asked. With a grin on my face, I shuffled back, onto the bed, and spread my legs. “What do you think?” I laughed as I pulled my knees upto my hips. Samuel gently stroked the inside of my thighs, then ran his fingers along the contours of my pussy, making me tremble with anticipation. Our eyes met as he nudged the tip of his monster against my pussy lips, making me groan again. With one mighty push, his massive cock knocked the wind out of me, as it entered me like a rocket. Instinctively my legs shot up into the air, allowing him the chance to grab them and push them on to my shoulders. “Aaaarggh!” I screamed as his balls hit my arse, meaning that his complete cock was inside me. I swear that I could feel his cock touching my ribs.
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He was taking his weight on his hands, which were next to my head, while he buried his face in my breasts, sucking on the nipples. Just as I got my breath back, he moved his hips, pulling five or six inches out; then, with one thrust, he filled me up a second time. “Ohhh! Yes!” I groaned. Samuel repeated his motion, over and over, gradually speeding up, each time making me groan or squeal or sigh, as my breasts shook like a jelly. His massive cock was absolutely filling my hole and belly. “Do you like that?” he asked, “Do you like my love making?” “Oh God, yes!” I muttered, “Oh God yes! It’s fucking wonderful!” Samuel moved his arms, to let my legs fall by my side. I swear that I could see my belly swell, his cock was so big. He grabbed my hips and manoeuvred our bodies to the edge of the bed, until he was standing. Slowly he withdrew from my pussy, leaving an empty feeling in my pussy. “Would you like me to take you from behind?” he asked. I nodded and turned over. My well spread ankles were hanging over the edge, allowing him easy access, as I grabbed the blanket and braced myself. I buried my face into the bed as Samuel slid in, forcing the breath from my body, again. “Does that feel good, Jolene? Is that as good as you expected?” he grunted. “Yes.
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Yes. ” I groaned as he began to increase his speed, forcing his beautiful cock in and out of my underused pussy, his heavy balls banging against my pubes. “Yes! Yes! Fucking Hell, that’s so fucking good!” I shouted. Suddenly his grip tightened and his thrusting became faster and deeper, sending me into the stratosphere of ecstasy. Samuel grabbed my hips and with one final thrust, he flooded my pussy with red-hot spunk. Our bodies were shaking as we flopped onto the bed, still joined at the hips. Samuel gently kissed the nape of my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. “Was that as good as my story?” he whispered. “Mmmmm, better. ” I whispered back. We spent the next few minutes kissing, then I got dressed and took a taxi home. When I collected my car the next day, Samuel was gone; I never saw him again. I’ve often relived that night, and wondered whether his story was true, or just an elaborate form of seduction. Jolene.
