I opened my mouth. He gently let his spit drool into my mouth, and I swallowed, moaning and giggling.He reached down and grabbed my bulge, pressing an... squeezing my tiny, sissy cock as I moaned in pain. “Aaaah valikkudhu (it hurts),” I protested, not pushing him away.“You’re so hard,” he said, still massaging and pinching my thighs.“Ummm…yes, daddy.”“Do you want Daddy to suck you?” he asked in a drawly, sugary voice as if he was talking to a small child.I played along, sucking my thumb and. I have written a number of stories of black lust on this dark continent. The sad truth is almost nothing has really changed ... it's just slipped under the rug.In 1982 a man who we will address as Jason was a prominent engineer that signed a contract to oversee an oil exploration in the country of Nigeria. He brought along his wife and two daughters. They were 18 and 19 years of age.He had only been in country for several weeks when he realized that his blonde wife was being hit on by his black. "So we'll see you at the show and don't forget dinner at my place tonight. By, by, I got to run." She left and they sat down on a couch, hugging."Do you now why we're going for dinner at Doris's house tonight?" Diana smiled and kissed her Mistress on the mouth and then she shook her head, a sweet question mark on her face."She is going to make love to you." Diana smiled and kissed her Mistress passionately. "Your not surprised, Diana?" No, Mistress, it doesn't matter; you've already told me. Looking over at him she smiled and reached out to touch his cock and she ran her fingers down the shaft. ‘If were going to do that make sure that you put some moisturiser on it for lubrication. There’s some in my bag, I’m not so juicy any more since the pause,’ she said. Propping up on an elbow he reached for her bag and took out the bottle of moisturiser but before he was to use that he decided that he would give her a few of her own juices and began to kiss her breasts. It felt like soft foam.