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CHAPTER III – Mobu’s Big Black CockOn Friday evening, Mobu arrived as agreed at Becca’s house. During the previous week he had thought a lot about how he would court and seduce Giselle. He thought about what Becca had told him about her friend’s marriage in crisis, and wondered how Giselle put up with her miserable husband Francesco, who was not able to give her the sexual satisfaction a woman like her needed. He had no doubt that he would be able to conquer Giselle, and add her to the list of willing white women he had seduced and fucked.Becca greeted him warmly.“I am so looking forward to this evening,” she purred as he bent to kiss her. “Be assured I will keep the idiot husband out of the way so you can concentrate on courting and seducing his wife. I know she will soon succumb to your charms and let you do whatever you want to her with your big black cock. It makes my own vagina drip with excitement just thinking of it.” And she ran her fingernails over the bulge of his penis inside his well-cut trousers.Meanwhile, in the days before their meeting, Giselle had bought a new dress especially for the occasion. It was a very elegant spring model that enhanced her feminine sexuality: bright red with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample breasts and spectacular cleavage. It hugged her curves tightly and was short enough to show her shapely legs, set off by a pair of elegant high heels. To complete the ensemble she selected a simple white coral necklace that exalted the beauty of her very feminine neck, and painted her nails to match the red of her dress.Giselle had also discussed the evening with Francesco, to prepare him for what was about to happen. “I want you to see Mobu as a friend,” she cautioned. She showed him the dress she had bought, and allowed him to dry her naked body after she had showered. Aroused by her nakedness, he tried to caress her, but she slapped him away reproving me.“Remember our agreement,” she scolded. “Today my body is for him alone. Do you think he will like me?”Francesco’s was embarrassed as his pathetic little cock began to twitch at the thought.“Of course he will, my sweet,” he stammered. “What man on earth would not?”“You are kind, my husband, so kind. Here, I will give you a treat. My pubis is a little stubbly. Would you be an angel and shave me? I am sure Mobu will appreciate a clean smooth mound when he penetrates me with his enormous black cock.”Francesco’s hands shook slightly as he carefully soaped and shaved round his wife’s pubis and vulva, removing the few dark stubbly hairs that had appeared. This was the first time she had allowed to do this, and he trembled to think that the next man to see her smooth mound would be her new lover. He could see glistening droplets of moisture on her labia, showing she was already sexually aroused. Finally she let him paint her toenails.“You are a good husband,” she murmured. “I will always let you shave me down there from now on. It is a way to remember that in this project we are on the same side.”During the drive to Becca’s house, Giselle continued to reassure him.“You must not see Mobu as a threat, my dear Francesco,” she said. “He is to be my sex toy, nothing more, no matter how cultured he may seem to you.”Even so, she did wonder if the sight of the tall elegant black stud would cause Francesco to faint on the spot.When they arrived, Becca greeted Giselle and her husband warmly.“My maid will take your coats,” she said. “Please go into the lounge. Mobu is already here, and I know he is just dying to meet you both.” She ushered them through. As they entered, Francesco saw a muscular and elegant black man rise from an arm-chair and come forward to meet them, his white teeth grinning in welcome. First, he took Giselle’s hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed it with the elegance of a true gentleman.“Madame Giselle, I am truly honoured to meet you,” he purred, his voice soft and cultured. “And this must be your husband.” He put out his hand and gripped Francesco’s so firmly that the pathetic little man winced with pain.“My name is Mobutu, but please call me Mobu,” he said. Turning to Giselle, he eyed her up and down, seeming to strip her with his eyes. Giselle felt herself blushing.“Dear lady, Becca told me you were beautiful, but she did not do you justice,” he said. “You are certainly a most stunning woman.”In her turn, Giselle felt that Mobu was even more manly and handsome in the flesh than in the pictures Becca had showed her.“You are too kind,” she said with a smile, “and such a gentleman.”Francesco of course was taken aback and in disbelief to see that handsome and tall African man. He felt intimidated by Mobu’s size and by his athletic shape and well trained body, and struck by his self-confidence and Kadıköy Escort boldness in eying Giselle in such a shameless way. Mobu seemed to act as if he was not even there.“Becca, why have you not introduced me to your friend before?” he asked. “How unkind it was of you to keep such a stunning beauty hidden from me. Her husband must be tired of listening to all the compliments she gets from their friends and colleagues. All men must turn their heads when she walks into a room.”“That is very true, Mobu,” said Becca. “I know she has in the past had to tell some of them off. You know what Italian men are like, with their pinching of bottoms and stroking of thighs. I feel for poor Francesco, having to put up with all those men desiring his wife.”Francesco knew Becca was making fun of him, but he said nothing, knowing that it was all intended to arouse Mobu’s desires.Giselle smiled. “I am so lucky to have such a tolerant and understanding husband,” she replied. “You are right,” said Becca firmly. “A loving man does not have to appear jealous. I believe that jealousy is a sign of insecurity. Plus a husband cannot hope to take his wife for granted simply and solely by the link of the marriage. I think it is a husband’s duty to make sure his wife is fully satisfied in every way. Do you not agree, Francesco?”That was an insolent shot, Francesco felt. But he merely smiled and agreed.The wine was starting to make Becca bolder. “You know, my friends, I have met a number of couples that are not fully compatible on the sex side,” she went on. “I just mean, one of them wants sex and the other doesn’t, or maybe the woman wants to have sex with another woman, just to see what it is like. Or if the man can’t satisfy her any more, what should she do? Am I not right, Giselle?” “Yes Becca, I agree with your point,” Giselle replied, her inhibitions also relaxed by the alcohol. “We women have our needs and when something is lacking, we should be allowed to find it where we can. And the husband should be happy, that his wife is getting what she needs. That will make their marriage happy too, okay?”“You know my solution, dear Giselle,” said Becca with a smile. “Since I became addicted to African men, I am always satisfied. And you know what the Americans say, “Once you go black, you never go back.” That is certainly my motto. Sexually speaking, there really is no competition between an African man and a white one.” She ran her hand over Mobu’s bulging crotch.Giselle laughed. “So you are always telling me, my dear. The tales I hear of you and your African men! I think you are truly a believer in Black Power.”“Yes, dear friend, African Power, fuck yes! I always turn down white males and never complain about it since I separated from my miserable white husband,” Becca boasted, taking another drink of wine. “And what better example of the African race can there be than my friend here? Do you ever get any complaints, Mobu dear?”“No white woman has ever complained about the service I have given them,” said Mobu with a self-satisfied smile. “What a shame you are still married, Giselle,” said Becca tartly. “You may never get the chance to experience the pleasure a black man can provide.”“Do not be so certain,” replied Giselle boldly. “My Francesco is a loving and open-minded husband, who loves his wife and is solely interested in her happiness.”“What do you say to that, Francesco?” asked Becca with a smile.Francesco felt he was being put on the spot. But he answered truthfully, “Yes I can confirm that I love my wife and only care about making her happy.”“What do you say to that, Mobu?” said Becca. “But be careful how you answer. This young and stunning white panther could drain and suck out your African soul.”“If she takes my soul then it is she who will be truly Africanised,” replied Mobu.“Truly Africanised?” said Giselle. “That is something I would like to experience.”Becca realised that this was the perfect moment to let Mobu begin his seduction of Giselle. She put on some soft, sensual music suitable for romance, and, in order to distract Francesco, asked him to accompany him to the cellar to find some more wine. As soon as Francesco and Becca had left, Mobu approached Giselle and asked her if she would like to dance. He put his large black hands on her waist and she put her hands around his neck, as they swayed gently to the soft romantic music. Giselle was thrilled to be held by this handsome and very well shaped man, and felt the electricity spread by his well-toned body. She was aroused by his boldness and self-confidence, so very different from her own husband, and began to realise what she had been missing.“How lucky I am to have met such a beautiful woman,” murmured Mobu in her Kadıköy Escort Bayan ear. Giselle felt herself charmed by his attention. Boldly, she complimented him both on his elegant manners and fine physique. “But what I really want to know,” she murmured boldly, “is whether the myth about all African men is true. Becca tells me it is, but I long to find out for myself.”“I would be most honoured if you would allow me to show you,” replied Mobu. He placed his hand behind her head and lowered his face to hers, kissing her on her full and feminine lips. Boldly, he forced them apart to insert his tongue and meet hers. He was delighted when she responded by kissing him back and by flicking her tongue against his. It was such a scorching hot kiss that Giselle felt herself melt into his arms and she knew that soon he would take her completely.She gasped as she felt his hand move from her back down to the firm curve of her bottom, which he slowly began to stroke. Then she gasped again as she felt his other hand grasp her right breast through her dress. Never before had a man been so bold and forward in touching her sexually when they had only just met, but instead of being angry, Giselle was thrilled and excited by his masculine self-confidence.She was even more excited as she felt the bulge in his trousers pressed against her. It seemed to be getting larger and larger, until it reached halfway down his thigh.“Oh my goodness, Mobu, what is this you are poking against me?” she whispered. “Am I the cause of this protuberance? Surely it cannot be genuine?”“Yes you are the cause, and yes it is genuine, my dear Giselle,” replied Mobu. “This is the African Power you spoke of. But surely your husband showed you something similar?”Giselle laughed sarcastically. “My husband, pah! He cannot show anything even slightly comparable to your African Power. He is a miserable creature compared to you. Why, he could barely give me an orgasm. I should have kicked him out a long time ago.”“But if I am the cause of this manifestation of the African Power,” she went on, “then I claim the right to analyse and explore it with my own eyes – and hands.”She put her hand firmly on the huge bulge of meat that filled Mobu’s trousers. Even he, who had fucked so many white women, was aroused by Giselle’s attentions. He could feel his penis swelling under her touch.“Naughty Giselle,” he murmured. “What if your husband sees you now?”“I do not care about him,” said Giselle firmly. “He has given me the freedom to date whoever I want. I forced him to accept an agreement. If he had refused, I told him I would file for a separation. He knew I would be meeting a man here tonight, a man who could satisfy my feminine sexual needs. Now, let us find somewhere more private where I can get to know your weapon a little better.”As she said this, she grasped his tool through his trousers, feeling proud that she had been able to arouse his black manhood so thoroughly. After Francesco’s failures, it made her feel like a real woman again, one with the power to excite a man sexually.What she wanted now was to see Mobu’s manhood in the flesh, to feel it in her hands, and then to taste it in her mouth, to feel it pushing deep into her throat, every huge meaty black inch of it. She wanted to see Mobu totally nude in all his physical magnificence, and then to be taken by him, owned by him totally. She cared not for her marriage vows, or her useless husband. Her mind was filled with the thought of the huge black cock; of exploring every feature; his prepuce, his glans, his shaft, his testicles. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs as she imagined what it would be like to grasp it in her little hands. Such joy, such ecstasy.Mobu could tell that Giselle was eager to give herself to him, and he in his turn was keen to add another white woman to his list of conquests.“Come, my dear,” he said, taking her by the hand, “I know a room where we can be private.” That very evening Becca had instructed him where he should take Giselle to fuck her, and he led her up the stairs towards the room.Meanwhile, Becca had been waiting for this very moment. Part of her plan was to force Francesco to bump into Mobu and Giselle on their way to the bedroom, to increase his humiliation. She had taken Giselle’s husband along the particular corridor on the pretext of showing him some etchings, so it was no surprise to her when Mobu and Giselle came round the corner and met them.“My goodness,” she said, pretending to be surprised. “Where are you going, Mobu, with Giselle? Are you lost, can I help you?”Giselle answered gleefully. “No, no, Becca, we are fine. Mobu has promised to explain to me about his African heritage, and we Escort Kadıköy were looking for somewhere private where he can show me a few choice items.”“That is no problem,” answered Becca. “Why not use this room here?” and she indicated the very room she had showed Mobu earlier. “In the meantime I was going to show Francesco my library, and the pictures I took on my African vacation last summer.”Francesco’s face told everything. He knew full well what Mobu and his wife were going to do, and he felt terribly awkward and humiliated. He remembered what Giselle had said, and thus maintained his composure, but he felt psychologically very uncomfortable. Another man was openly seducing his wife and there was nothing he could do about it.Giselle could see Francesco’s frustration and humiliation, and she knew that this was all part of Becca’s plan to ensure his capitulation to her Africanization was complete.“I do hope you enjoy the library, my dear,” said Giselle sweetly. “Now would you please excuse me, I am eager to find out about Mobu’s special African interests. See you later!”At the same time Giselle reached back and stroked Mobu’s erect penis through his trousers. Not even Francesco could pretend not to see the enormous bulge going right down the African’s leg. He was both shocked and curiously excited by his wife’s actions.Mobu’s penis was straining so hard against his leg that he was afraid he might spontaneously ejaculate. Quickly, he pulled Giselle towards the private room.“Giselle is so eager to find out about African myths,” he said with an arrogant grin. “I’m looking forward to proving the truth of at least one of them.”Francesco watched as his wife was dragged aware by that magnificent specimen of African manhood, who was everything he was not.Becca in her turn took Francesco by the arm.“Come,” she said decisively, “it is time for us to leave them together. This is what we decided needed to happen, to ensure your wife is happy and satisfied, and to save your marriage. You have been a true gentleman and acted as a loving, compassionate and cooperative husband, doing what is necessary. I can understand it is awkward and a bit humiliating but I am quite confident you will get used to it. In the future you not only will become accustomed to it but also you will be grateful to your wife’s lovers for keeping her sexually happy.”Francesco sighed. “Becca, honestly I am trying to do my best to please Giselle,” he said. “I can tell that your friend Mobu will satisfy her, and that she will be happy. And that will make me happy, I suppose.”Becca smiled. “I have a little surprise for you too, my friend,” she said. “Come with me to the library. Even Mobu and Giselle do not know this part of my plan. They do not know about the secret audio-visual security system in this house, by which I can see and hear what goes on in every room very clearly. I think it would be helpful for you to see and hear what goes on between your wife and Mobu, to help you become accustomed to their relationship.” She also thought it would complete Francesco’s total psychological capitulation.Francesco was both scared and curiously excited at the thought of watching his Giselle and Mobu together. So he accepted Becca’s offer. Quickly, they went to the library where the central video console was located, and Becca selected and clicked on the room in which Giselle and Mobu were. Francesco was amazed at how clear the picture was, and also how easily he could hear the conversation between his wife and the black man. Becca also showed him the controls by which he could zoom in the camera as close as he wanted, so he could see every detail of what they were doing.By the time the system was up and running, Giselle and Mobu were already kissing passionately. He could even see that their tongues were in each other’s mouths. As Francesco watched, Giselle began to fiddle with Mobu’ s trouser belt.“Oh, my African Warrior, now is the time to show your black monster to this innocent white girl. I want to see with my own eyes if the African myth is true.”Mobu kicked off his shoes as she unfastened his belt, and dragged down his trousers. He was wearing tight briefs, and she could see clearly the shape of his enormous weapon. She could not suppress a gasp of disbelief. It was so huge! Not only long, but also huge in diameter. She also was taken aback by his huge bulging testicles, that made her think of two billiard balls.She was on fire and the lust was burning and consuming her. She wanted more, she wanted to see that fleshy snake more clearly in all its magnificence, she wanted to touch and feel it with own hands, she wanted to lick and suck it. Her sexual desire was rising and the erotic tension almost at boiling point. Her desire was out of control, she felt the flame of passion start to devour her.For a moment, she thought of her marriage. Did she really want to betray her husband with this African stud?She answered with both her mind and her heart. A roaring voice like incoming thunder cried out to her.“Fuck my marriage,” she thought.
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