This story was inspired by a story and discussion started by member :ExpatDad. It is to his wife, daugher, and all the wives and daughters who spent time in Africa, 'dealing' with the Officials that this story is dedicated. This story is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional, as is the setting. This story is in no way a comentary on any African, Nation, or current event. Enjoy this story as a work of fiction. Official Dealings In Africa A story by 'Got2' all rights reserved. Kevin always knew he would end up working in a far away exotic location with the mine engineering degree that he earned. At 27 he met and married his wife, Margreet, in Holland when he was working an administrative job there. He found her 21 year old athletic body, long blond hair, vivacious spirit and desire for sex to be irresistible. Just two years after their marriage, their daughter, Laetitia, was born. When Kevin was posted to a resource rich country in Africa, 18 years after his marriage, the family was hesitant as to what they would find there. Poverty, squalor and disease were their main concern. However, when they arrived at their new home they were pleasantly surprised, and relieved, to find their new home to be nearly a villa in an upscale ‘Company’ neighborhood, complete with a large in ground swimming pool. For Kevin, this new post involved long hours working to resolve engineering issues, work in the mines and making do with antiquated equipment. The benefit was the outstanding pay he was receiving combined with the low cost of living. Food, transportation and the amenities of a live-in African cook/maid meant that Kevin and his wife could save up a healthy sum for their retirement. All was fine until two years into the project; Kevin’s work permits needed renewal, along with the other permits like exchange control permit, car permits and staff licenses. Without them, Kevin would not be allowed to work. As the expiration date of the permits drew closer and closer, the ‘problems’ and delays of African bureaucracy built up. It was at a company outing that Kevin expressed his concerns at the delay to his direct company superior. Stan did not know how to delicately break the news to Kevin. His only response was, “well, your lovely wife can help with that. Just hook her up with one of the higher officials. I can give you the name tomorrow. Just make the ‘best of it’; allow your lovely wife to use her charms.” It was the sly look that Stan gave Kevin that caused his stomach to roll. Kevin was not naive; he knew that African Officials loved to bed white women. But Kevin also knew, without permits, he’d be out of a job and his family would have to leave Africa. Margreet made her own inquiries with the wives of the company workers. It was Jennifer, the wife of Stan’s boss, who had been the most forward. “You mean you have not experienced the joy of Black Cock yet?” Jennifer said with a giggle. “In Africa, the Lion chooses his mate”. Margreet was shocked at the implication of her friends comment. “But, I’m married. I have a daughter. Jen, you have a family too.” Jen just laughed in response. “Things in Africa are different. There are many things for the taking, many joys to experience. Here, nature takes its course; the Law of the Jungle rules.” Jennifer then went on to explain that she had had her flings with ‘Bulls’ as she called them. The sex was awesome, the rewards were astonishing and Stanley went along with it so long as she was discrete. It was Jennifer’s description of being taken by a muscular, the mind blowing deep orgasms, by a dominant Black Man that had Margreet intrigued, even anticipating the experience. It was explained to both Margreet and Kevin that an invitation to a private dinner party should be sent to a high ranking Official. Best to start with the highest ranking official, it was suggested, because the mid to low level guys were just setup tyrants for the higher officials to swoop in and take over. No need for Margreet, with her still stunning body, to do double work. For appearance sake, the wife should be ‘shocked’ at the blunt proposal for an exchange of ‘favors’. The husband, ‘horrified’ at the required use of his wife. All this, of course, would play into the ego boost for the Official. Then, the husband would excuse himself from the dinner table to have a smoke outside by the pool. The wife and African Official would then proceed to the bedroom, the marital bed, where the Wife would be serviced, all night long. The husband would sleep on the sofa and leave early for work the next morning to save the embarrassment of confronting the man who had taken his wife the evening before. Make the ‘best of it’ indeed. Margreet was told by all of her women friends to expect the best sexual experience of her life, and not get caught up in morals/guilt of it at all. Kevin would just have to ‘accept it’ as a cost of doing business in Africa. The mineral wealth of Africa was being drained by US-European companies; the African Officials simply regarded access to pussy as their just compensation. The News The day after the company outing, Kevin was given the name of a high ranking Official. This man held both the title of Colonel in the national army and Minister Head of the Department of the Interior. This was the man who could expedite all paperwork. Along with the invitation to a private dinner party at their home, Kevin included a picture of his family showing the looks and charms of Margreet, as he was instructed. That evening, after a furious, but quick, lovemaking session with Margreet, their bodies sweaty and intertwined, Kevin put his arm underneath his lovely wife’s head and ‘suggested’ that her services to a ranking African Official might help things along with the permit issue. Margreet had to suppress the urge to laugh. “Yes darling,” she said as she looked directly into Kevin’s eyes. “That’s what my friends have told me too. Just be shocked and ‘make the best of it’, they said. “So, when do we set this up?” she said in a voice that only slightly betrayed her anticipation of events. “I love you” was the only response that Kevin could muster. Margreet slid closer to Kevin, her C-cup breasts resting on his chest as she began to tickle his penis and testicles back into arousal. Margreet then began to plant kiss after kiss down her husband’s chest and stomach until she reached his organ. It took only a few moments of oral finesse to bring Kevin back to full arousal, his circumcised, 4.5 inch cock sticking almost straight up. Margreet mounted Kevin, his penis quickly sliding into her warm, well lubricated tight pussy. Margreet smiled as she began to rock forward on her husband’s penis. It had been years, she could not remember how many, since Kevin had been aroused enough to get a second hard-on during their lovemaking. ‘The thought of a Black Man taking me must be a turn on to him,” she thought as she began to quicker the pace of her bouncing. Kevin, the good husband, cupped and massaged his wife’s breasts as her body spasamed with a deep orgasm. However, it was not Kevin’s penis that gave his wife this pleasure; it was the thought of servicing the thick cock of a Black Official that sent Margreet into Orgasmic Bliss. Margreet had accepted, early on in their courtship, that Kevin’s barely average organ could only occasionally make contact with that deep pleasure zone, the G-Spot, that drove her to the deepest, fully body, orgasms. Kevin’s penis promptly became soft inside her after he climaxed. Margreet quickly slid off him and tip-toed into the bathroom; where she gave herself a hot shower. As the hot water caressed her body, the body she’d have to present to another man, a Black Man; to submit to his will and enjoyment as a bribe, an extortion, a PRIZE, she pinched her nipples and slid her fingers between her legs. It did not take her very long to bring herself off, to enjoy once again the thought of an African using her body. As she regained the strength in her knees, she wondered if the stories were really true, if Her African Man would be as thick and large as the rumors say. Would it continually rub her G-Spot, pushing her over the edge? For the next several days, these thoughts and the nervous anticipation of having to perform, brought a smile to Margreet’s face and butterfly spasms to her stomach. Plus, in the excitement over her ‘offering’, she had rebuffed Kevin’s attempts at sex twice. Margreet wanted to be ‘fresh’ for her African Bull. Dinner Party—with Benefits The Big Night had finally arrived. Margreet had bought a set of special lingerie for the occasion. Black nylon stockings, a black garter belt, black lacy panties and a black satin pushup bra; she wanted to impress her guest/Bull. Earlier that day she had her hair done at a salon that caters to European women, then she spent over an hour getting her makeup perfect. The day before, at the instructions of one of the other wives, she had shaved her pubic region down to just a sliver of a ‘Landing Strip’. The area below where her feminine seam started was now completely devoid of any hair. No hair to stick to the condom as it entered her, and the area clear for him to give oral pleasure, or so she had been told. Margreet kept Kevin out of the bedroom as she dressed, the lingerie was intended for her lover not him. She need time alone to both prepare physically and emotionally for the upcoming events. Once finished, she needed him to zip up her dress. “Honey,” she called, “I need you.” Kevin was stunned to see his wife all decked out: her long flowing blond hair, tight dark blue dress clinging to her body, off setting her blue eyes, and the black stockings accenting her long athletic legs. She turned to him as he quickly made his way to her, zipping up the dress even tighter to her body. When she turned back to face her husband, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, her breasts and legs rubbing against him as she gave him a quick kiss. Last rites, of sorts, for a husband who’s wife is about to be given to another man for pleasure. She’d no longer be his territory by marital right. Her marital pussy soon to be taken, used by another man, to seal a business arrangement, to submit to an authority out of necessity. They had earlier agreed that as far as the subject of condom use was concerned, they would not make it an issue, lest they offend their guest. Margreet would take this Official’s cock directly, his sperm deposited in her pussy, if he chose to ignore the condoms placed on the bed stand. She was mid-cycle, hoping that The Pill would do its work. The moment their lips separated, Kevin whispered into his wife’s left ear, “I love you”. Margreet whispered back, “I love you too, my husband.” The couple, and their daughter, did not have to wait long for their dinner guest to arrive. Colonel Kamu Osei pulled into the driveway in his gleaming Jeep a few minutes early. Kevin and Margreet walked out of their home to greet the Colonel as he stepped out of his Jeep. He cut a stunning figure. Over six feet five inches tall, broad shouldered, long legged, dressed in a business suit and a huge smile across his face, revealing a set of perfect white teeth, his stature was both impressive and spoke of his status. Margreet felt a twinge in her loins as she walked toward him. Colonel Osei give out a deep ‘Hallow!’ as his eyes took in Margreet’s graceful form. Kevin extended his hand in welcome. Then it was Margreet’s turn to greet the guest. As she stepped forward, the Colonel wasted no time in circling his right arm around his waist, placing his right hand on the small of her back, right above her ass, in a perfectly Gentlemanly gesture. Margreet was almost overwhelmed by the sheer muscular presence of the man who would, in a few hours, be her Bull. Her mind was spinning as their cheeks pressed together for the greeting kiss. The Colonel took this moment of opportunity to run his hand up the spine of this fine White specimen who would soon be offered to him. He knew it would have the intended effect, sending shivers through this wife’s body. However, it was the sight of the couple’s 16 year old daughter, Laetitia, which completely filled him with lust. Her blond hair, tied back in girlish fashion, soft White skin and lithe body made his loins tingle. It was her youthful smile and hesitant reaction, virginal reaction, which sent his thoughts in motion. ‘This’, he saw, ‘was that rarest of flowers. That fruit ready to be plucked from the tree, ripe and ready'. He decided that Laetitia’s maidenhead would be incorporated into this bargain. Dinner proceeded as a business dinner would normally. Pleasant talk of the weather, current events and the family’s travels in Africa were interspersed by the couple’s live in African maid bringing out the courses of the meal. Laetitia was taken in by this strong, dashing and well spoken African Colonel at her dinner table. Her prime, but yet unplucked, loins pulsed with her excited thoughts of his Black Cock. More than once, the Colonel noticed this young blond beauty staring admiringly at his form. When there eyes locked, his only thought was, ‘eventually, you will Know me.’ However, below the table, concealed from view, there was another drama taking place. Seated next to Margreet, the Colonel placed his large hand on her knee several times during the course of the small talk. Getting no reaction, he then placed his hand on the top of her left thigh and looked into her eyes. Her brief smile was all that he needed as encouragement to move his hand toward her inner thigh, pressing his fingers into her as they slid up to the top of her nylon stockings. Margreet’s reaction was simple, she spread her legs slightly to accommodate Her Colonel’s warm hand. Just before dessert was served, Kamu slid his hand above the tops of her socking to rub against her sheer panties, feeling her moisten at his determined touch. Waves of electric anticipation coursed through Margreet as the Colonel’s fingers fondled her sexual folds atop the thin covering of her panties. She was delighted at the attention she was being shown by this Powerful African. Never had any man been so brazen with her. The Proposal After the meal, there was more small talk on Colonel Kamu Osei’s life and family. He informed his hosts that his name, Kamu, meant ‘quiet warrior’. Throughout this conversation, he kept his eyes locked on his target, the lovely Margreet. Soon, Leatitia excused herself to go to her bedroom to finish her homework, giving the Colonel one last look over as she exited the room. The couple had earlier instructed their daughter to excuse herself after the meal. She was also instructed not be alarmed if their guest were to stay the nigh after certain business was discussed. Leatitia, being both young and obedient, accepted this without discussion. As Leatitia rose to leave, The Colonel rose with her to hug and kiss her a ‘good nigh’. The couple noticed the affection in which the kiss was given and received. With the daughter gone and the maid doing the dishes, The Colonel eased back into the chair and took two cigars out from his breast pocket. He offered one to Kevin, who politely refused, and then lit his own. With a flourish of exhaled smoke, Colonel Osei looked directly at Kevin and said, “I am told that you are having some difficulty in obtaining the necessary permits to allow you to stay and work in this country. Is that true?” Kevin swallowed hard. He knew it was coming. He nodded his head, simple giving a ‘yes’, in response. “Ah,” replied The Colonel. “Africa’s riches are vast but not given away lightly. I can help to expedite this matter for you. In fact, in my briefcase in my Jeep, now, are all the permits and papers that you need. I only have to give my signature and it's done.” This was the cue for Kevin to begin the Proposal. “That would be wonderful and kind of you,” he said in the prearranged code words. “It would,” continued The Colonel, ‘if you would extend to me a kindness that you can provide. It is late; I would like to stay the night at your home.” The Colonel’s eyes were locked onto Kevin’s. “I also find your wife to be very pleasing to me. If you were so kind as to allow me the hospitality of your bed and the pleasure your wife, then, in the morning, I would accommodate your wishes.” It was Margreet’s turn. ‘Oh! My Colonel!!’, she blurted out in shock. ‘I am a Wife and mother. I am honored that you find me attractive, but I can NOT be given as an evening favor.’ Kevin, on cue, responded, “Sir, to offer my wife to you, for sexual services in exchange for a few signatures on forms? This is not right. I am the husband….” Kevin trailed off, also pre-arranged. “Then, I will have to leave and return to my other duties. Soon, then, you will have to leave Africa.” The Colonel was stimulated by the feeling of Power over his White guests. Kevin, acting, recovered his shock, spoke in a soft voice, speaking aloud the arranged words, “Colonel Osei, if my wife will agree to submit to your affections, submit herself to you for the night as she submitted to me on our wedding night, then I would offer this……hospitality to you.” There. The deal was offered, with no coercion to be claimed by any party. It was now to Margreet to accept. Looking only at The Colonel, “With my husband’s permission, Colonel, I would like to offer myself to you in hospitality, for you to take me as my husband did on our wedding night. I am honored that you wish to take me in pleasure”. As she finished, her head bent down low and her eyes diverted their stare to the floor. Submission. “Very WELL!’ exclaimed The Colonel. He took a few deep, slow, puffs on his cigar. The deal was accepted. But, the game he was to play on this family had just begun.