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The driver eyed her up and down; for how prissy and ignorant she was, she had quite the body. She was wearing a short black skirt with black open-toed heels. He licked his lips as his eyes moved from her pink toes to her dangling heel up, up her long milky, smooth legs, which were crossed, allowing him a small peek at her thigh. After a pause, his eyes moved up to her cleavage, where he could see the tips of her big, round, luscious breasts, just barely covered by her blouse and her silky light-blonde hair. As he saw her head move, his eyes darted back to the road. The airport was getting closer and he sighed a bit. His cock was rock hard as he imagined her naked, legs wide open, ready to be plowed. He wondered if she was clean-shaven or hairy, neither of which mattered to him at this point.
As they got closer and closer to the departure area of the airport, he couldn’t get the image of her naked ass out of his mind. He parked and hopped out of the car, his cock bulging through his jeans. He reached around and opened the trunk to grab Audrey’s bag before opening the door for her.
Audrey stepped out and opened her purse. She grabbed a five-dollar bill before folding it up and handing it to the driver. Her eyes drifted down to see a large bulge in the driver’s pants before shifting quickly back up to meet his eyes.
“Thank you, ma'am,” he said as he took the money.
He walked back to the driver’s seat and drove off. Audrey’s mind was still reeling, wondering if the bulge she saw in his jeans was really what she thought it was, or if it was just her imagination. She had heard that black men were well endowed, but there was no way it could be that large. Audrey shook her head then made her way into the airport. This was going to be one long ride in the plane, and she made sure to bring some sleeping pills. She passed through security quickly without a hitch and the next thing she knew, she was on her flight. She took her sleeping pills and dozed off in first class.
Audrey awoke with a startle as she heard a voice through the intercom. She was disoriented but aware of where she was. The fasten seatbelt light was on and the flight attendants were walking around taking empty cups and trash.
“Folks, we’re glad to announce that we are an hour early here today. I can’t help but thank my co-pilot here for that—I like to call it the newbie touch,” the captain said over the intercom.
Audrey heard the other passengers laugh as she sat up and yawned. She did a quick stretch before pulling her skirt and blouse lower. Her heart thumped at the thought of her first night back with her husband. She actually watched some p**n movies and was interested in trying some new positions, one of which was anal. She had practiced a bit with her fingers and a small dildo, but she felt she was ready for the real thing.
Audrey was among the first people off the plane; she eagerly made her way out to the baggage claim area. She was surprised at how small and dirty the airport was, as well as how crowded it was. She was immediately hit with a wave of hot, stinky air and was initially disoriented. Her husband had told her that he had ordered a chauffeur and explicitly told her to only get in the chauffeur’s cab. Audrey looked around to see if her name was around. She noticed a flyer about an African tribe tour and grabbed one. As she began glancing at the flyer, a man tapped her on the shoulder.
“Audrey?” he asked.
Audrey turned to see a tall, slender black man in a black suit and driver’s cap. “Yes?”
“Hi, my name is Adom. Your husband sent me to pick you up,” he responded.
“How do I know you’re the one my husband sent?” she asked cautiously.
“He gave me a picture of you,” Adom replied while handing her a picture.
Audrey looked at the picture, nodded, then followed him. He had already managed to get her luggage somehow, and the two were off. Within a few short moments, they arrived at the hotel.
Before Adom could even help her out of the car, Audrey jumped out. “Which room is he in?” she asked hurriedly.
“He’s in room 304, here is the card key, but please wait—he asked that he not be disturbed at the moment,” Adom responded.
Audrey didn’t listen; she grabbed the key card and ran to the elevator. Before Adom could even stop her, she was on her way up. She silently slid the key card and opened the door slowly; she wanted to surprise him.
Unfortunately, when she peeked in, the sight of what her husband was doing actually surprised her. He was standing, his head tilted back, and a slim black woman was on her knees, sucking his dick. Audrey gasped and quickly closed the door as quietly as she could. She felt her blood boil and ran back down. Audrey needed a break, some kind of breathing room to straighten her thoughts. She saw Adom still at the car talking to one of the hotel staff.”
“I want to go here,” Audrey ordered Adom as she pulled out the flyer she picked up at the airport.
“The Mandinka tribe tour? But miss, you haven’t even rested. Your husband...”
“My husband can damn well wait, that piece of shit,” Audrey responded, sharply cutting off Adom.
Adom shrugged and helped Audrey back into the car. The drive to the African village was quiet, with Audrey staring off at the flat plains of Senegal. She wanted revenge, and she wanted it badly. Before she could think of a plan, Adom turned.
“We’re here,” he explained.
Audrey hopped out and looked around. There was a big black man in a small shack, selling tickets. She walked over to him with Adom close behind. The big black man looked up with a smile.
“Sorry, we will be closed soon,” he said.
“Please let me just tour for a short time. I can give you money,” Audrey responded.
The big black man looked at Adom, then at Audrey, shrugged, and held out his hand. Adom pulled some cash out and gave it to him.
“You wait here,” Audrey ordered. “I need some time alone.”
The big black man pointed at the village, where a tall, slender black man stood in cargo pants and a tank top. “Follow him.”
Audrey did as told, almost tripping on her high heels. She reached the slender man.
“Is this the tour?” she asked.
“Hi, my name is Adika and yes, if you follow me, this is the tour,” he replied with a heavy accent.
The two walked into the village where mostly black men were walking around. They were all skinny yet muscular and wore the same loincloth. Audrey’s eyes caught a glimpse of one of their cocks as he walked by. The suspicions she had from the black cab driver were answered as she could tell that the African tribesman also had a long black cock dangling between his legs.
“Where are all the women?” Audrey asked.
“They have actually been moved to another village this summer. Our tour is doing some renovations. The men here are actually laborers. We actually don’t get a lot of tourists here.”
“Oh no, poor guys…” Audrey responded as her mind began to race. “Look, Adika? How about you go back to my driver, tell him I told you that I needed some alone time.”
“Well, that’s not allowed,” Adika responded.
“He’ll give you lots of money when I get back. And nobody comes to bother me, or else no one gets money,” Audrey replied.
Adika shrugged and walked off. He was confused, but if she was offering money, he was definitely not one to refuse.
Audrey looked back to make sure Adika walked out the gate. She was now alone in the village. She could feel the gazes of the various African tribesmen looking at her. Audrey walked into one of the huts to see three black men smoking and sharing a pipe.
Before they knew what was happening, she pulled down her skirt and lifted off her blouse. She stood there in her black lacy thong and bra, the tribesmen looking up in confusion.
Audrey walked up to one of the tribesmen and grabbed his hand. She tugged at his hand to make him stand. She crouched down and raised the man’s loincloth to see his thick black cock, semi-erect. It had an odd odor to it, but she didn’t care. She grabbed his cock and began stroking it before sticking out her tongue to lick the tip of his cock. The tribesman groaned as she slid her tongue around the head of his cock, moving down to the bottom of the head before slowly licking down the shaft. She now noticed his giant balls, the size of grapefruits hanging down at the bottom. It must’ve been months since he last had any action.
She saw the other two tribesmen stand up and take off their loincloths. One of them had an extremely long cock, easily twice the length of her husband’s, while the other had a thicker cock, thicker than the one she was about to put in her mouth. She grabbed a hold of each dick and began to wrap her mouth around the one she was licking. She slowly began putting as much of his thick black cock in her mouth as she could. Soon the tip of his cock was touching her throat.
She breathed slowly as she tried to force it in deeper, her hands momentarily stopping and squeezing the two hard cocks within them. All three men groaned before Audrey had to pull back, her drool smothering the head of the black cock in front of her.
She was fascinated. Her fingertips drifted over the heavy sack that held his balls. She’d never had the time ... or inclination, really ... to just look at a man’s balls. There had always been too much hurry going on ... too much “Let’s get on with the good stuff!” She marveled at the tiny, soft hairs that sprouted from that sack. She pushed a finger at the bag, and saw something round move inside it. She knew how sensitive that little round thing was, so when she gripped it, through the skin of the sack, she was gentle. It was slippery in there. That sack was heavy ... full. He hadn’t said a word. He just lay there and let her explore. His penis was next. It looked so odd to her, with its loose covering of skin, and the shiny part peeking out, with its one Cyclops eye. It bobbed when she pushed at it, and then returned to its former position, like a drunken soldier, trying to stand at attention, and not quite making it fully upright. Very carefully she reached, to grip it. It
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