believe his good fortune to have found a woman as
gorgeous as shareen. He didn't consider himself very
appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence
when he was around them.
He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the
time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood
5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a
result, he all but worshipped shareen and tried his best
to give her everything she asked for.
Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old
Indian bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing
green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and
tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat
stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium
size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by
pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when
Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not
to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She
knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her
rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing
tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples
could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against
the thin material of her top.
The only problem with going to Nigeria, where sahil had
accepted a two year contract, was that shareen just didn't
care for black men, even though her encounters with
them had been quite limited. In her brief experience,
she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken.
Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way
they spoke to her, almost to the point of being
overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them
in other ways she couldn't explain.
Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria
when sahil's company asked for volunteers. It had been
explained that sahil's wages would be tripled (in
American money), that they would have servants and a
live on a large property secured by a tall fence and
heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a
It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and
sahil told her excitedly that it was a change to have the
honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In
truth, shareen would have preferred almost any other
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings
In Nigeria -----
In the beginning, everything went well. As promised,
they lived on a lovely property and had three
domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds
were large and full of greenery which shareen enjoyed
looking after. To their surprise and delight, the
property even had a small swimming pool.
To help pass the time, shareen decided that she would
attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a
handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the
other white workers, most of whom she found boring and
not her sort. Since their arrival, shareen had received
many invitations to join various women's groups, go to
morning coffees and other such, but she had declined
most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around
many of the other wives.
After a few months, shareen had found it almost impossible
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she
would be followed closely by a small group of black men
who would stare at her and make comments amongst
themselves, speaking in a language shareen couldn't
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she
finally began sending her domestic to do the food
As time went on she did establish a friendship with the
gardener, a young man named George whose English was
surprisingly good. He seemed to shareen to be a proper
person and was always polite to her and sahil. He often
suggested that she go with him to the weekly market
where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard.
For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her
there was nothing to fear and she went with him.
That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very
loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of
her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat.
She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and
therefore she always covered herself as much as
possible when outside.
In truth, she knew there was another reason. Though she
was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a
showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this
place at least, modesty and caution should be her main
considerations when dressing for any 'public'
After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck,
they arrived at the market and shareen was pleased to
notice several security guards. Most of the people
there were black and men. George told her he would stay
near the truck and shareen went off looking, stopping at
the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless
variety of plants available.
She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she
felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom.
When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling
faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away,
but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning,
repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok."
At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but
soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as
loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed
to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from
She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her
straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily.
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper
colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her
cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a
hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast.
She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's
strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on
a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to
free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting
her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working
between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her
crotch through the material of her slacks.
She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She was beginning to think there was no way she could stop
this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind
her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in
front could easily fondle her bared breasts.
The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits
expertly and despite herself she was feeling more
aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and
whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked
up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several
security guards led by George moving towards her in a
She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried
to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and
were still stiff enough to protrude through her top.
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and
realized to her utter dismay that she had actually
leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.
When they got back to the truck George lifted her in
and even he took advantage of the situation,
momentarily resting his large right hand full on her
still aching breast. She thought to protest, but
quickly realized George was her only passage to safety
and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was
just glad to get in the truck and be driven home.
Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped
off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she
was washing herself under the warm water, she looked
down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and
sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the
swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her
Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by
everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather
ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she
could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud.
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very
little friction before those lovely, exhilarating
feelings were flowing through her body.
Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she
desperately wished sahil was there as she pushed first
one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit
minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed
on the shower floor.
When sahil came home that night she told him what had
happened. He was very upset and said he would contact
security, report the event and arrange to have a guard
with her at all times when she went into the village.
She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of
what had happened to her, leaving nothing out.
Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she
did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got
home and how those feelings of intense horniness had
led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this
turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he
had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her
still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently
in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out
his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached
between her legs and massaged he clitoris.
He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts
and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She
was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and
sahil knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He
kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs
and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me sahil, please hurry, I
need it... now!"
He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes
when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body
stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost
the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his
entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of
cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor
afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they
both fell asleep.