1. CHAPTER 1: SLAVE WIFE TANYA IN AFRICAN CUSTOMS CONTROL


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Black, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Humiliation, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Sado-Masochism, Violence, Wife, Author: Manpower666, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    a shell attack, as she moved through the premises. Firstly, they gulped and glared at the incredible display of white feminine sexuality. Secondly, they noticed she was alone. No man nearby. Incredible. This white bitch had to be either very well protected or very stupid travelling on her own and dressed like this. It was like sending a gazelle into the lion’s den. Tanya was waiting in line for the customs control and could feel the attention she received from the huge crowd of black men. They whispered, pointed fingers at her, and some even whistled at her and shouted something she could not understand. She became more and more frightened. Finally, she reached the inspection counter and showed her passport to the big black customs officer standing behind it. He glanced at it for a few seconds, handed it over to another person for check and then took in Tanya’s appearance for much longer time. She felt very much on display as the black man gawked at her, and she was. “Hallo, Miss, please put your bag on the counter and open it”, he finally told her. The officer could not keep his eyes away from Tanya’s cleavage, as her firm breasts moved around while she handled the heavy load, unlocked and opened the suitcase. He could sense this beautiful white woman was nervous, her sweet sweaty smell was intoxicating, and the combination of her sexy appearance and her fear made his cock stiff. He took the outmost care of inspecting Tanya’s underwear, which meant bras only. He looked ...
    puzzled at her. “Miss, you do not have any panties. Are they in your hand bag?”, He asked quizzically. “You know, it is illegal to sell goods in Uganda without permission. Have you sold any underwear while you have been here?” “N...no, Sir, I haven’t,” she studdered. “Then why are there no panties here, Ms…..ehhh….Obutulezi”, the officer asked as he received her passport back from his colleague and glanced at her name. “Usually, women travel with a full wardrobe, don’t they?” Tanya was blushing, fully aware that the conversation had the full attention of everybody around them. With tears in her big blue eyes, she whispered; “Sir, I do not use panties. That is why I don’t have any, Sir.” “I can’t hear you. Please speak louder”, the officer commanded. “SIR, I DON’T USE PANTIES. That is why I don’t have any in my suitcase, Sir,” she said in a louder, but trembling voice, blushing in shame. As Tanya spoke, the customs officer that had controlled her passport whispered something into the other officer’s ear. He seemingly brightened up and sent her a gleaming smile. What he had been informed about, was that the sexy white bitch was fair game. No protection, on the contrary she belonged to a supporter of the previous general who had (bless his soul) perished recently. He then continued his inspection of her belongings and suddenly displayed a small package wrapped in paper. “What is this, Ms. Obutulezi? I hope this is not containing something illegal. Would you please unwrap this item ...
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