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Destined To Be A Queen Part II Chapters 7-12

   Story codes: F-solo,inter,mast,oral,humor,exhib,voy,va,toys,
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   Chapter 7

   The rest of the afternoon was pretty much uneventful.  Anna put on her
shorts and T-shirt.  She didn't wear a bra because it seemed her bras were
all too small.  Or were her breasts getting larger?  But she enjoyed the
free feeling of not having the constricting underwear anyway.  About six
o'clock Anna told Michael that she was going to the supermarket and pick up
a few things while Mike kept Pat at home.

   Anna stripped and changed into a thin, white, cotton top with spaghetti
straps to hold it up then pulled up over her curvy legs one of the new
pieces bought for her, a tiny red thong, almost considered a g-string. 
Just as she reached her crotch area with the thin garment, she noticed her
clit protruding out from its hood at least a half an inch.  "That's odd,"
she thought.  Lastly, the pretty lady pulled up a pair of "Daisy Dukes",
faded denim short-shorts that were very tight on her curvaceous rear.  Anna
looked at herself from all angles in her long dressing mirror and was
pleased with what she saw.  Years of running track in high school and being
a college cheerleader had kept her legs toned and well defined.  She also
was faithful to keep cream and lotion on her lovely appendages to keep them
smooth and young looking.  As Anna slipped on her sandals before leaving,
she told herself that she needed to get used to wearing and walking in the
high heel stiletto shoes.  But instead of putting them on here, she slipped
the shoes into a fashionable denim bag and also dropped her small purse
inside the bag.  As she walked out the door it appeared as if the canvas
tote was her purse.  Michael had his eyes glued to the TV watching a
pre-season Bears game and didn't even see his hot young wife as she bent
over to kiss him before leaving.  If he had, he might have said something
about seeing all of her titties to any man who was lucky enough to be
standing in front of her when she bent over.

   When Agnetha got to the store parking lot, it was crowded so she had to
park some distance from the supermarket building.  Before she got out of
her car, she took her sandals off and placed the red, five-inch stilettos
on her feet and grabbed her small purse with the long chain strap out of
the denim bag and exited the car.  Just as she was locking the car door
behind her, a quick summer thunderstorm came up and now started raining
furiously.  With the impossibly high heels on, Anna could not run very fast
for the cover of the grocery, so she just balanced as quickly as she could
in the impossibly high shoes so she would not fall down on the pavement. 
When the young blond got to the front of the store, she had no brush to
comb out her hair and no towel to dry with, so she shook her head and her
body as a dog would do if very wet, to sling the excess water off.  As she
did this her pendulous, unrestrained breasts wobbled back and forth under
the thin, summer top.  The innocent, young Minnesota girl had never been to
a wet T-shirt contest because they were only held in the sleazy bars in the
big towns.

   So, Agnetha, the naīve young blond, did not realize nor look down to see
that her white top was practically transparent.  Since she did not wear a
bra, her dark areolas where displayed proudly through the thin, wet, cotton
fabric.  Anna got her shopping cart and started through the store, but as
she did, the cool air-conditioning inside had a stimulating effect on her
tits, and her nipples stood up proudly a full half-inch, trying to punch
out from under the wet top.  So here she was, a drop-dead gorgeous woman in
her mid-twenties pushing along a shopping cart, a little clutch purse with
gold chain over her shoulder, with a thin, wet top that exposed her ample
boobs and was short enough to display her navel ring and the T-back of her
bright red thong over her skin tight shorts that accented her shapely ass.
Smooth legs that walked somewhat gingerly in bright red, 5-inch stilettos
carried the sexy woman gracefully.  The entire sight screamed that here was
a hooker ready to be fucked!

   The beautiful, young mother was quite unaware of all this as her mind
was only on picking up her food items, but also dealing with the flashbacks
of the explosive fuck session she had this morning with the ebony monster.
As she gyrated down the aisles, her ass swayed seductively back and forth
and her large titties jiggled.  The high heel shoes made her legs look
extremely long and had the effect of making her hold out her chest even
further.  When she bent over to pick up an item low on the shelf, her ass
cheeks peeked out in the back and gravity helped her top to show the ample
bosom in the front.

   After a few minutes, Anna noticed how the men and teenage boys gazed and
gawked at her as she moved through the store.  Especially with black guys,
she saw the raw hunger in their eyes, which made her cunt tingle with
sexual sensations.  She even noticed meeting the same men on every aisle,
but she acknowledged them each time with a friendly grin and a "hello." One
older, white man even came up to her and asked in a low tone, "Are you
working today?" Anna smiled back naively to the gentleman and replied, "Oh,
no, sir, I'm off today, but I will be back at work tomorrow!" The man just
simply turned and walked away as the inexperienced girl thought, "What a
strange question to ask someone in a supermarket on a Sunday!" Agnetha also
noticed that the ladies she passed seem to have a scowl on their faces as
they looked at her.  Once she even thought she heard a female voice whisper
"slut."

   When she was almost finished with her needed items, Anna happened to
look down and saw the condition of her thin top.  She was traumatized to
see the brown areolas revealed through the thin material as well as the
hard nipples protruding obscenely.  Immediately, Anna got anxious and
wanted to escape from the public display of her womanly parts, but she
would not leave her groceries.  So she got to the checkout lane quickly and
paid for the items she had gathered.

   Three store bag boys almost fought over which one would help the young
Swede with her bags to the car, but one lucky seventeen year old was
victorious in the pseudo conflict.  He picked up the four bags Agnetha had
paid for and she told him "Thank you.  I'm afraid I had to park at the back
of the lot.  "Oh, no problem, ma'am.  It will be my pleasure to help you,"
the young man lustfully replied.  By now the rain had stopped, and as Anna
walked out to her car, she had the distinct awareness that she could feel
the young man's eyes burning into her ass as she provocatively swung her
hips.  She glanced back quickly and caught him watching her backside.  So,
she purposely emphasized her erotic sway, knowing it was giving him a
thrill.

   However, as the increased movement in the back of her denim shorts
increased, so did it in the front, Anna's clit was now protruding proudly
and the fabric ground back and forth on the sensitive bud through her thin,
thong panties.  By the time the couple had gotten to her vehicle on the
lot, the stimulated clit and the nips on her tits that flopped and rubbed
on the sheer top had aroused the young mother to fever pitch.  When the
flash went off in her eyes and the fireworks began to explode in her head,
she slightly leaned back over her car trunk, with her butt next to the car.
There were low moans, gasps, and heavy, labored breathing coming from the
beauty that had her eyes tightly shut.

   "AAAUUUGGHHH gawd!  Ohhhhh gawd!  Ohhhhh fuck!" came from the beautiful
lips of the lady.

   When her explosion of erotic bliss was finally over, Anna found herself
leaning up against her car.  She opened her eyes seeing the handsome young
high school boy staring at the crotch of her shorts.  Agnetha looked down
and saw a dark, wet spot in her crotch area and clear liquid profusely
dripping from the legs of the sexy shorts.  She didn't say anything to the
boy but carried on as if nothing had happened and opened the trunk so he
could place the bags inside.

   The grateful, young beauty pulled out a five-dollar bill and offered it
to the young boy who had just witnessed her orgasm in public, in the middle
of a busy parking lot.  He held up his hand and refused and stuttered, "Uh,
no, thank you, lady.  You have paid me enough for a tip, and then some by
just watching you!" He quickly turned to return to the store and had to
adjust his dick through his jeans so he could walk normally.  Anna got into
her car, exchanged the high heels for the sandals, and drove home.

   While on the way home, the events at the supermarket made Anna feel
extra horny.  She giggled at the thought of all those males being turned on
by her slutty look!  There was no feeling of guilt.  The itch started to
again burn in her pussy, along with the craving in her gut, and she knew
she had to do something about it before she got home, or she would go
crazy!

   When she got to the street one block away from her house in the
residential neighborhood, she pulled her car over to the curb and cut off
the engine and rolled down her window about half way.  The ambient noise of
the quiet neighborhood was even quieter being a Sunday, and because the
rain shower had driven everyone indoors for a while.  Agnetha looked in her
rear view mirror to check for anyone coming.  She looked right then left to
also see if the coast was clear.  No one was spotted, so she reached behind
her seat and grabbed an old but clean bath towel she kept in the car just
in case Patrick got carsick.  The sexy blond unsnapped the button and
unzipped the front of her Daisy Dukes.  She quickly used her thumbs to pull
not only the shorts, but the thin, red T-back thong down to her ankles. 
Anna laid the clean towel on the seat in font of her pubes and let it
extend out and down over the garments she had just freed herself of.

   After one more check all around, making sure nobody was coming, she
began to rub her clitty with her right hand while reaching up under her
damp, white top and started molesting her own right breast, paying extra
attention to rolling and pinching the long nipple that was swollen with
excitement.  Starting slowly, Anna rubbed then dipped her fingers inside
her pleasure palace for lubricant.  Harder and harder, faster and faster
she rubbed in circles over the sensitive pink protrusion.  Harder she
squeezed her tit and flicked the nipple.  It did not take long until once
again she began wailing, breathing hard, and going into seizures behind the
wheel of her car.

   After about 30 seconds, the quiet, conservative girl screamed, "Aw,
gawd! Oh, fuck me you big dicked bastard!  Give me your baby!!!"

   The cursing shocked the young wife back to reality.  Quickly, she again
checked all around her vehicle, but nobody was near.  Anna then looked down
at the towel she had used in front of her horny cunt.  It was wet with the
juices she had ejaculated when she came so violently.  Quickly she bunched
up the towel and threw it back in the floorboard behind her seat.  After
quickly covering her ass with the thong and shorts, Anna started the car
with a quiver when she thought about what she had just done, and began to
finish her drive home.  But Anna did not feel guilty; she felt invigorated,
relaxed, and free, at least for now.

   When the golden haired mother returned to her residence, she retrieved
her bags from the trunk and also looked down to check the condition of her
clothing.  The thin, white top had somewhat dried, just barely showing her
brown tit flesh so many had seen, but the nipples were still hard and
poking mountains through.  The wet spot on the front of her shorts was not
quite as pronounced though.  Sex juice was running down her long, luscious
legs in drops.  She thanked God that most of the evidence was gone in case
Mike saw how indecently she looked in a public supermarket and acted while
parked one street over.  Luckily, Mike was still transfixed in front of the
TV watching the fourth quarter of the football game.

   He yelled, "You need a hand with those, honey?"

   "No, no, I've got it all, I'm just fine, baby, Thanks," Anna quickly
spoke as she slipped behind her husband and quickly made her way to the
kitchen where she immediately put down her bags.  The distraught slut
headed straightway to her bedroom to change her clothes.

   As Anna changed back into her regular white shorts and old t-shirt, she
remembered how all the guys in the store watched her, ogled her, and
undressed her with their eyes.  She wondered why she was so horny.  Was it
be because she had fucked herself by that gigantic, black 12-inch cock this
morning?  Even though she could not explain or understand it all, she
tingled all over and was glad it happened and wondered when she could do it
again.

   Chapter 8

   The next morning, Anna left for her job as usual with Charles as her
driver.  She did not see Marie immediately upon arriving in the office, but
went straight to work with some minor duties that she had put off until
this morning.  About 10 a.m.  Marie called Anna on the intercom and said
that they should meet in the break room.  Anna walked in with her coffee
cup, and went to pour her third cup of the morning.

   Marie who was sitting at the table and asked the young worker, "Well,
how was it?  How did it feel?"

   "Oh, my god, Marie!" Anna proclaimed as she sat down at the table.  "It
was incredible!  I have never experienced anything like that before!" the
blond gushed as she quickly told her story.  She told Marie she lost count
how many times she came, and thought she may have passed out a couple of
times.  She told Marie about having to stay at home on Sunday morning to be
by herself in order to do the dastardly deed.  Anna got caught up in her
story in every detail.  Then she went on to tell the beautiful African
about her experience going to the supermarket, being caught in the rain and
walking around the store with her tits practically visible for everyone to
see.  She related about the orgasm she had right in front of the bag boy,
and then how she masturbated in her parked car before she got home where
anyone could have seen her if they walked by.  But she added that she
wouldn't have cared if they had seen her; that she would have been turned
on even more!  Both women were smiling and giggling the whole time the
events were being discussed.  But Marie had a plan for the young wife to
show her body parts off even more, if that was what she wanted.

   "Oh, mon chéri, it sounds as if you had a smashing time yesterday! 
Let's go to lunch together today, my treat and you can tell me how you felt
some more.  Come by my office when you are ready to go," Marie instructed.

   Anna agreed, "Ok, I will."

   At 11:30 Anna appeared in Marie's open door and asked, "Are you ready?"

   "Come in and close the door, Anna," Marie instructed.  When the young
blond complied and walked up to Marie's desk, the beautiful mulatto stood
and walked around her desk to Anna looking her over from top to bottom,

   "Remove your blouse and take off your bra." Marie commanded.

   Anna was startled at the request but was unbuttoning her blouse buttons
and asked her why.  Marie ignored the question until Anna was completely
topless, standing in front of the beautiful woman.  Actually, Agnetha was
glad to be rid of the constricting bra, which seemed to be getting too
tight.  Marie seemed to have a hypnotic dominance over the young blond. 
Her nipples already were beginning to grow in the cool of the
air-conditioned air of the office.

   "Okay, now put your blouse back on and leave the bra off." came Marie's
command.

   The young mother obeyed and when she began to button it back up, Marie
told her to only button the middle button.  Incredulously, Anna obeyed
wondering what her co-worker was planning.  The material of the blouse was
rather sheer to be walking around with brown titty flesh showing.  The
skirt that Anna had worn today was a black, short mini-skirt that was
bought for her last week, but Marie reached and rolled the waistline over
and over until the skirt had risen obscenely high.  The hem of the skirt in
the back just barely covered the young wife's butt cheeks.  The blouse was
left out to hang over the rolled up waistband.

   "There, that's perfect!  Marie exclaimed then picked up her purse ready
to go.  Anna also grabbed her purse and tried to catch up the best she
could in her 5-inch stilettos trotting after her co-worker.  As the two
lovely ladies entered their elevator, Anna blurted out, "You mean you want
me to go out in public, looking like this?  Like a cheap hooker?"

   Marie fired back at her, "Do you look down on cheap hookers, Anna?  They
are people with feelings too, you know!".

   Anna stuttered, "No, no I don't look down on them but..." but was cut
off in mid-sentence by Marie, who continued.

   "Anna, my dear, you told me how you felt yesterday when you were at the
store and those men looked, lusted, and ogled at you and all your charms.
You learned the lesson that women have power over the male of the species,
sexual power.  If a woman knows what she is doing, she can have any man
eating out of her hand, as the expression goes.  And if that woman does it
right, she can have that same man eating out of her pussy!  A woman can get
anything she wants from a man.  You, my dear, have that power; you just
need to learn how to release it from your inner being and use it!  Do you
trust me, Anna?"

   "Yes, Marie, I trust you." Anna meekly replied.

   "Then you must get comfortable with showing off your nakedness!  Come
with me and our first lesson will begin" the elegant secretary replied as
the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor.  The two women exited the
building and started walking up the sidewalk towards Marie's intended
destination.  Anna stayed close behind and to the side of the tall, elegant
lady and both women were strutting with their super high heels making a
unmistakable clopping sound on the sidewalk pavement.  Anna could feel the
breeze on her bare skin underneath the sheer material of her blouse.  It
felt good but still she felt exposed.  The same wind brushed up against her
thighs and could be felt on her crotch and butt cheeks.

   The young wife began noticing the men as they passed them on the
sidewalk, and the men in the cars and taxis on the street.  They were
looking at her, lusting at her, looking as if they wanted to have sex with
her right there on the sidewalk!  Anna was a small town girl from rural
Minnesota, who had never bared this much skin, except in the summer when
the local kids went to the swimming hole occasionally.  As she walked, she
thought she was beginning to understand what Marie was talking about.  It
was using her power, her raw erotic energy!

   By the time they had reached the bistro, Anna wasn't feeling quite as
self-conscious about her semi-nakedness.  The quaint eating-place had
tables outside close to the sidewalk where people walked by.  Marie
explained to her co-worker that they would sit outside and instructed for
Anna to take a seat nearest to the sidewalk.  They both ordered a salad and
began to wait for it to arrive.

   Marie spoke in a rather domineering tone, "Anna, cross your legs, thigh
upon thigh, with the toes of your shoes pointed outward.  Do not try to
adjust your skirt.  It will be useless.  Do not try to cover yourself with
your napkin.  It is forbidden."

   The young, Swedish blond did, as she was instructed, afraid of the
consequences if she disobeyed.  She and her family needed this job, and she
would do nothing to jeopardize it!  Anna could feel the leering eyes of the
men and even some of the women as they walked by.  She was out there,
exposed, and acting as if she were sitting at a church picnic back home.

   Marie excused herself and instructed Anna to watch.  The tall, lithe
beauty gracefully walked out to a paper box on the curb with her butt
swaying back and forth.  She deposited her coins in the slot and opened the
front to retrieve a newspaper.  But she did so slowly, bending from the
hips and held her rear-end high.  As she did so, the hem of her mini-dress
rose up very high up the back of her legs, almost to where Anna was afraid
her co-worker was going to show her genitals to all of New York!  Then,
Marie slowly straightened back up, closed the door of the box, and again
gyrated her hips as she returned to their table with her newspaper.

   "Now, my dear," did you notice the men who slowed down their walking
pace to see if they could get a good look up my skirt, and the traffic that
slowed in the street.  Did you noticed both white and black men slowed down
to see if they could get a good look at my ass?" Marie asked.

   "Yes, I did," Anna answered in breathless answer.

   "That is the power I'm talking about, Mrs.  O'Brien!  And believe me you
have it!  You have to channel it and use it to control men, black, white,
or Asian to the best of your ability" Marie instructed.

   By now the salads had arrived and the lady's continued to talk.  Marie
continued her instruction, "Don't forget to cross your legs to the other
side occasionally.  And if you spot someone in front of you, uncross them
and spread your knees far apart.  Forget what your mother told you about
sitting like a lady.  Let them see your pussy!  Exercise your power!"

   Anna's pussy was soaking wet with her sexual arousal.  She almost felt
like she could jump on and fuck the nearest guy walking by that looked
willing!  When the meal was over and the ladies started walking back to
their office building, Marie told Anna, "Walk out in front of me a little
now a short distance.  Let me see how you wiggle your ass!"

   Anna was embarrassed but did as her mentor told her to do.  She worked
it the best she could as she had seen the elegant secretary walk.  The
bronze lady complimented her when they arrived back at the building.  When
they got back to the office, Marie instructed Anna, as she gave the young
blond her own decanter of mondia tea for the afternoon, to leave her
clothing exactly as it was for the rest of they day and until Charles drove
her home.

   Anna obeyed her co-worker's instructions to the tee.  But when they
neared home, Anna remembered the bra and Mike would notice it was missing.
So the young wife simply took off her blouse in the back of the limo, and
she placed her bra back over her swinging tits with the nipples protruding.
She was buttoning back up her blouse as they pulled to the curb in front of
their house.  All the time, though, she was unaware that Charles was
watching her impromptu strip show by a small monitor on the dash in the
front, connected to a high-resolution color camera well hidden in the rear
compartment.

   Chapter 9

   The rest of the week was busy at work in preparation of the arrival of
the prime minister of Zamibia later that weekend.  However, each day the
lunches went about as they had on Monday, with each day Marie pushing the
young mother to be bolder in exposing her charms to the world.  On Tuesday,
Anna left her thong panties on her desk when they left for lunch.  At
lunch, she was uneasy about crossing her legs at first, but she didn't even
think about it by the time lunch was over.  She even got to flash her twat
at several guys that walked by.  The breeze that came up her skirt felt
good on her bare and moist labia lips.

   Starting Wednesday, Marie brought a very short, pleated skirt, more like
a cheerleader's skirt to wear.  It was only about 16 inches in length and
coordinated to the color of the blouse Anna had on.  Marie instructed her
to wear that day.  Wednesday was a cloudy day, with a weather front moving
in.  The winds were particularly gusty that day and as the two ladies
walked to their now favorite spot to have lunch, the gusts occasionally
blew up Anna's tiny skirt.  Each time she tried to put it back down, but
then the wind came from another direction and it flew up on a different
side.  By the time the ladies had arrived at the bistro, Anna had showed
the public of New York her ass crack and her pussy several times.  While
sitting at the outside table near the curb, the young Swedish lady seemed
resigned about her exhibitionism and very calm about her appearance.

   Marie decided to test her co-worker by handing her some coins and
saying, "Anna, mon chéri, would you be so kind as to get me a newspaper
from that box and remember how I showed you how the other day."

   The blond beauty smiled lovingly and replied, "Sure!  Be right back!"
Then the Midwestern country girl jiggled over to the newspaper box, put the
coins in the slot, opened the door, and slowly and deliberately bent over
at her hips, reached in the box for a paper, paused several moments, then
slowly and deliberately straightened back up, closing the door, and
returning to their table, with her good sized tits jiggling all the way. 
Anna then sat back down and crossed her legs giving a lucky passerby a good
view of her naked snatch.

   Each day that week on the way home in the limo, Anna faithfully changed
back into the skirt or dress, however short or skimpy it already was, that
she had left the house wearing that morning.  Each day Charles got a
pleasurable show of nakedness from the blond beauty with the help of the
hidden camera.  Also each day, a high-resolution digital recording was made
for posterity of the young wife and mother stripping and unknowingly
showing off her woman parts on each day's ride home.

   Thursday afternoon, after the usual sexual exhibition that Anna put on
at the small bistro, Marie met Anna in the break room again.  Since they
were the only two there, Marie asked Anna if she had used her "present" she
had given her again.  Anna lowered her eyes and explained, "No, I'm afraid
I haven't.  I just can't find time at night when I'm by myself.

   Marie asked Anna if her husband came into the bathroom when she bathed.

   Anna thought and said, "No, he hardly ever does."

   The lovely bronze co-worker gave a wicked smile and said "Well, it is
waterproof, you know." Marie giggled and told her she would try that.  As
Marie got up to leave, as she handed the young wife another decanter of
cool, mondia tea, she boldly asked Anna, "Do you keep your pussy shaved?"

   Anna thought, "Well hasn't she seen this week that I don't?" but instead
answered that she did not.  "It might be a good thing if you did start
shaving all of your pubic area clean, especially before Saturday night's
formal reception," Marie explained.

   "Well, I had thought about it," the young girl replied, "what with all
the exhibition I've been doing this week!" Her bright innocent face showed
Marie that she was indeed now comfortable with exhibiting her sexual body
parts in public.

   "Good!" was all Marie said and left for her office.

   That night during her bath time, Anna slipped into the bathroom, locked
the door, and ran herself a hot tub of bathwater again, with the relaxing
lavender salts.  She climbed in and quickly washed her naked body.  But
tonight, instead of masturbating herself, she had brought with her the "big
black lover" as she nicknamed it.  Her ebony lover sank underwater and
hidden by soap suds to the pink petals of her sex flower that were already
blooming in anticipation of the lovemaking episode.  As she did Sunday
morning, Anna slowly pushed the head of the monster into the entrance her
vagina, and again continued to push the black dick until it got halfway
inside her.  It helped that her cunt was already well lubricated in
preparation for her lover.  Anna continued working the giant, black dildo
back and forth, sawing in and out of her twat until it had snaked its way
past her cervix and into the uterus that contained Patrick during her
pregnancy.  It wasn't long before the rhythmic fucking of the giant, black
penis started to bring poor Anna to the brink of ecstasy.  The wickedness
of her actions also helped to stimulate her libido.  Tonight, though, she
had to make a conscious effort not to make any loud noise.  She even went
to the point of bringing an extra clean washrag to bite down on.  She had
seen that in the westerns when they dug a bullet out of a guy that had been
shot.  This wouldn't be much different she reasoned, only instead of pain,
she would be experiencing tremendous pleasure.

   It hit her all at once, a flash of blinding light, and a sexual volcano
erupting in her belly.  "Oh, gawd!" she moaned through the dry rag.  A
second blast hit her, with sparkles of bright lights and a feeling of
heavenly bliss.  A third explosion of sensual dynamite rocked the young
blond mother to her very soul.

   "Oh, gawd!  Oh, fuck me you big, black bastard!  I'm your naked whore!"
she mumbled past the rag.

   Anna heard a small tap on the door with Mike's voice, "Honey, are you
okay in there?  I thought I heard you moan."

   "No, darling, I'm fine.  I'm fine, really." Anna shuddered as she
answered.  "Shit!" she cursed under her breath because she had to stop her
fuck session with the unseen Niduru warrior, but she knew her time was up.
Then she got an idea.  As the naked, white goddess, got out of the tub and
dried herself quickly, she remembered the black.  foot-long pseudo cock
that she laid to the side when she was so rudely disturbed in her state of
euphoria by her husband.  Anna wrapped it in a towel, and also grabbed a
clean bath towel and wet the washrag she had been biting down on, and her
razor and shaving cream.  She normally used the razor to shave her legs and
underarms, but tonight it would be put to a more sinister use!  With just a
towel wrapped around her petite and slender, alabaster body, Anna sneaked
out of the bathroom and tip toed to her bedroom without Michael seeing her.


   After first putting her black boyfriend back in his hiding place, she
spread the extra bath towel on the bed, placed the razor and shaving cream
on the night stand along with the wet washrag, she called out in a loud
voice, "Mike will you come in here and help me with something?" Pat had
already been put to bed so she figured they would not be disturbed.  When
her husband got to the bedroom door, he was stunned by the vision of
loveliness he saw.  There, in all her naked glory, lay his beautiful wife,
spread out on the bed with her legs splayed apart like a wanton whore.  She
was giving him that "come fuck me" smile that she usually gave to her
husband, but with a little girl voice, she alluringly spoke, "Honey, I want
to shave my pussy.  Do you think you could help me with the job?"

   Michael stood stunned for a few moments then smiling back at his lovely
wife, he said, "Sure, baby!  I'd be happy too!  This was going to be a
treat for the young husband with the red hair, for in their married life,
the young wife had only shaved her pubes two or three times.  And then it
was only after Mike had begged her to do it, after watching a porno DVD
that showed an actress with a bald pussy.  Mike first took scissors out of
Anna's nightstand and snipped away all the sensuous, blond curls that
surrounded the pit of pleasure.  When only the short stubs of golden hair
were left, Mike generously spread the shaving cream over her luscious cunt.
Every time his fingers would touch her labia or brush against her
over-sensitized clit, Anna would sob with pleasure.  The now horny husband
carefully and precisely started shaving the remaining hair around the cunt
opening.  As he pulled her labia lips tight to make a clean cut, the young
wife would moan and labor in her breathing.  Then when he reached the hood
covering of the beautiful woman's clitoris and pulled it, that was it!

   "Oh, gawd, Mike, Oh, darling that feels so good, Oh, gawd!  Don't stop
you mother fucker!  Oh, damn that feels so good!" At that moment, her
orgasm hit like a wrecking ball.  The pretty, petite blond threw her head
back on the bed and began to convulse and shake violently while closing her
eyes and cry "Awwwwwww, FUCK!  Awwwwwww, FUCK!, Awwwwwww , FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK!!!" When the tremendous cum was subsiding and the orgasmic juice
finished flowing from her cunt, Anna finally looked up at her husband and
asked, "Are you through yet, baby?

   "Not quite, just let me get a little more," the amazed husband replied
and began to finish up his work.  He had to tell her to quit squirming or
he might cut her.

   "Oh, gawd, I can't stand it!  I'm going out of my mind!  Get it done you
son of a bitch!" she cried.

   Finally, her pubic area was as clean and smooth as it was when she was
one year old.  After Mike wiped the final soap off of her pubic area, the
blond reached up and grabbed her husband around the neck and pulled him
violently down on top of her and kissed him harder than she had ever kissed
him before.  This went on for about two or three minutes before Michael
started trying to take off his T-shirt and shorts that he had dressed down
to when Anna started her bath.

   When the husband's last stitch of clothing was kicked aside, Anna
shouted, "Fuck me, Mike, Oh, please fuck me!  Screw your dick in my little
girl's pussy and give me a big load of baby making cream!"

   The anxious and now extremely horny husband didn't have to be asked
twice.  He quickly mounted his wife between her legs and drove in his rock
hard cock in one quick sloop!  He was pumping furiously in the slushy honey
pot of woman juices, when Anna was hit with another tremendous orgasm. 
Time after time the young wife was overcome with seizures and outbursts of
moaning, spouting obscenities of encouragement as her husband fucked his
dick in and out of her.

   "Fuck me with your big bl....  big hard cock!" The word almost slipped
out of her uncontrollable mouth.  "Shaft me with your rod you bastard, and
give me the baby I want!" she screamed.  Within about three minutes, Mike
couldn't stand the stimulation and the bold, lusty stimulation of his
wife's dirty mouth and he shot his semen up into Agnetha as far as it could
go with a five-inch prick.  In the afterglow of the lusty love making
session, the young blond planted loving kisses on her husband's face and
neck and he on her's.  Michael simply reached up and turned out the light
beside their bed, without pulling his cock out of his wife's pussy, and the
contented couple lay and slept for hours in peaceful bliss.  The last thing
Anna thought of before she drifted off into unconsciousness was if Mike's
little tadpoles were making their way up into her uterus to fertilize a
waiting egg.  But she didn't know that that was not possible, nor would it
ever again be possible to be bred by Michael.

   Chapter 10

   Friday at work, all went as normal.  Anna spent the morning making
calls, adjusting the prime minister's itinerary, and typing correspondence
for Mubuntu.  All the while she sipped on mondia tea as she had during the
day all week.  When the lunch hour came, Marie came into her office and
handed her the last "cheerleader" skirt for the week.  It was blue and
accentuated the Swedish girl's eyes very well.  Anna took off her
mini-dress and then bra and then her thong.  The young Swedish mother was
standing in her office, nude except for her shoes.

   The bronze beauty asked, "Did you shave your pussy last night like a
good whore?"

   "Yes, I did, or rather Mike did.  He helped me.  Mostly, I laid on the
bed and came!" she giggled.  Agnetha proudly held out her pubic area to
show her newly denuded pubic area.  Then Marie commanded Anna, "Look at
me." The young girl looked up into her co-worker's dark eyes and seemingly
was captured by her stare.  The Negress reached down and slowly but
deliberately stroked the bare pussy lips of the young Swedish woman.  With
her other hand Marie started brushing lightly across the hard stiff nipples
that adorned the young Swede's naked breasts.  Agnetha did not protest but
rather enjoyed the sensual touch of the exotic temptress, especially each
time a finger dipped into the inner folds of her pleasure palace and tapped
the well of juices and brought them up to massage the raging rod that stood
guard over the entrance.

   "Very good.  Very good indeed, my little slut.  You are doing very well
and learning fast.  I just knew, and told Mubuntu, that you would be
perfect for this position," Marie whispered with her lips close enough to
her face that she could kiss her.  With the last stoke over the
ultra-sensitive nub that now was jutting proudly an inch from its hood,
Anna's eyes rolled back into her head and she slightly went back onto her
desk for support.

   Marie erotic play toy gave a low gasp that almost turned into a growl
and quickly started her trembling and volcanic eruption.  As Anna came back
to this world from her blast into the sensual heavens, she was looking
again into the dark, piercing eyes and saw Marie put her finger into her
own mouth, as to lick and taste Anna's savory juices, as if she were
tasting a fine wine sauce.

   "Mmmmmm, so sweet, so tasty, mon chéri," the dark woman's hypnotic and
soothing voice spoke.  Anna desparately wanted her brown co-worker to eat
out her cunt right then and right there, but it wasn't meant to be.

   "But we must be going," Marie continued, and reached into her large
woven bag that she carried with her.  "Here put this on for today, it will
do the job for us.  Quickly now, we don't want to use up all our lunch time
with you standing nude in your office, though that would be a pleasurable
lunch time treat, no?" Marie questioned in her alluring French accent with
a smile and a wink.  She was handing Anna the skimpiest of bras, if it
could be called that.  It consisted of only two red patches that matched
the short pleated skirt, and some leather string attached to the patches,
which were no bigger than Post-it notes.  The elder woman helped the girl
put on the garment, which consisted only of two vinyl red patches that
covered mostly just the areolas of Anna's sizeable breasts.  The black
leather strings held the two small patches together in front, came around
and tied in back, and the other two came up and behind the blond's neck,
tied together under her hair.  The blond's breasts were bulging out from
all sides, top and bottom, and threatened to explode out of the skimpy
covering in any second.  Anna quickly put the tiny skirt on but, of course,
with no covering underneath to cover her fresh, newly shaved pussy.

   Anna exclaimed, "Won't I be arrested if I go out in public like this,
Marie?" "Oh, no, my dear.  Actually there are no laws in New York City that
prevent a woman from going completely topless!" Marie explained.  Then
Marie did something quite unexpected.  The tall, elegant lady stood in
front of the young wife, holding her arms to each side and spoke directly
to Anna as she once again looked lovingly into her eyes.  "Oh, mon chéri,
you are gorgeous!  I am going to kiss you." Then Marie smoothly placed her
lips to Anna's lips and kissed her.  It was not a tongue kiss; it was not a
lingering kiss.  It was a short sucking endearing kiss, and then it was
over.  Agnetha's pussy began to overflow with juices and soak her thong.

   Anna shook her head in bewilderment, but picked up her tiny clutch purse
on a chain to carry over her shoulder, and followed the black woman outside
to the sidewalk.  As they were walking to their usual place to eat, Anna
noticed the stares, the gawks, and even heard whistles of the men on the
street.  Some of the women smiled lustfully, and a bit enviously as they
walked by them.  But most females either scowled at her or ignored her as
they walked by.  She was used to this by now, being in public in very
little attire this week.  Today, when the wind blew as she walked or as
they sat outside of the little bistro up the street, Anna could now feel
the wind more prominently as it blew across her now bare pussy lips.  That
made her shiver in sensual bliss and was even afraid she might orgasm out
here in public if the heavenly feeling kept up!  There would be no holding
it back.

   After lunch, the two ladies walked back to their building, one looking
like an elegant lady but with a very short mini-dress on, and the other as
a cheap hooker.  Anna was completely comfortable with her very little
clothing, and held her head high as they rode the elevator back to the
floor where their office was located.  As instructed, Anna kept the sexy,
barely there bra and tiny skirt on the entire afternoon as she worked, but
she secretly removed her thong underwear.  All afternoon she sipped on the
potent aphrodesiac tea that was abundantly provided for her.  As each
deliveryman came in a couple of times during the afternoon with packages,
they were well pleased with the young, blond wife, as she stood and greeted
each one.  After the greeting the young beauty before she handed the
clipboard back to the deliveryman.  She sat back in her chair and propped
her left shoe up on the edge of the desk.  This allowed to brazenly display
her pussy like a whore advertising her services.  Anna carefully looked
over the manifest on the clipboard and slowly signed for the delivery, and
all the while spying on the crotch area of each man's pants.  She took
pride and pleasure seeing a tent grow in each one's pants.  When each man
left, she would giggle to her self and quietly say, "I'm becoming such a
slut!  I'm a nasty girl!" Of course the lewd exhibition of her vagina to a
strange man made her cunt begin oozing with her creamy slush.

   Before the ladies left for the afternoon, Marie gave Anna instructions
that she would be driven to a salon in Manhattan in the morning, and would
be given the complete "works," hair, manicure, pedicure, and facial with a
make-up artist finishing her off.  Then she would be driven back home where
she would put on her blue evening gown, complete with elegant to- the-elbow
white gloves, and a diamond necklace that would be provided her.  She and
her husband would be brought back to Manhattan with her husband to meet the
prime minister of Zamibia and attend the reception.

   As Agnetha watched the traffic go by through the heavily tinted glass as
she rode to her suburban home in Queens that Friday afternoon, she
reflected at what a difference two weeks could make.  Two weeks ago on
Friday, she had no job, her family was sinking into destitution.  She had
to ride the dirty and scary subway of New York if she went anywhere when
Mike needed the car to try to find work.  Now, she was being driven to and
from work in a luxury, Lincoln limousine, wore fine expensive clothes, was
paid an unbelievable salary for a job that was not very demanding.  Now she
would be going to an elegant formal reception tomorrow night and be treated
like somebody!  Before long though she realized that they were in the
borough of Queens and she would have to change back into her original work
attire she had left home in.  That day, Charles got a splendid view on his
monitor and into his digital camera of the completely nude, young, Swedish
lady riding in his back seat as she changed her clothes.  She even took
time to masturbate herself to orgasm before they got home.  If Anna had
known she was being watched, she probably wouldn't care anyway, the way the
aphrodesiac tea was controlling her body.

   Chapter 10

   The next morning, which was Saturday, Charles arrived at Anna's house
and she left for Manhattan even before Michael or Patrick woke up.  She
wore a simple sundress for her makeover that day.  Charles drove her to one
of most exclusive salons in New York City, located on Fifth Avenue.  The
staff was expecting Anna and began to work on her immediately.  Just as
Marie had said, they gave her "the works." Long artificial fingernails were
applied and painted with intricate little designs and glitter that made
them sparkle in the light.  Since her gown was to be a light blue, her
nails were all coordinated to match the dress.  Her feet were soaked,
exfoliated, massaged and pedicured along with the fingernail work. 
Agnetha's beautiful blond hair was washed, conditioned, dried and done up
in a very elegant manner.  It was put up high on her head but curly locks
streamed down either side of her beautiful face giving a demure and
innocent look.  Finally, some famous make-up artist lady came in and
applied her make-up.  When she was finished, Anna would have been mistaken
for any beautiful, famous actress that would walk on a red carpet that
night.  When all work had been completed to the proprietor's satisfaction,
Anna was released to go back home.  When Charles opened the door of the
black limousine to let Mrs.  O'Brien out at her dwelling in Queens, the
neighbors who happened to be outside, dropped their mouths open and stared.
The woman who was going into the O'Brien's house did not resemble the cute
girl from Minnesota that saw move in a few years ago.  When Anna appeared
before Michael and Patrick, they could not believe the transformation! 
Agnetha was beautiful beyond words.  Michael hugged his wife and suggested
they go to the bedroom right then, but his wife shushed him saying that she
didn't dare get her hair mussed up before they left that evening.

   The afternoon went quickly with the few minor chores that needed doing
around the house.  Charles had informed Anna that he would be back to pick
up her and her husband at 5 that afternoon.  The neighbors came about 4 to
get Patrick because all the kids were going out for pizza, and Pat was
excited about that.  He kissed his mommy good-bye and went running out the
door with the other kids.  That left an hour before the punctual Charles
would arrive so the couple set about to dress.  Michael had rented himself
a nice tuxedo with some of the advance money that Mubuntu had given them.
Anna put on her beautiful blue evening gown that Marie had picked out for
her on their shopping day, and somehow, it all fit perfectly.  The swell of
the young blonds firm breasts and cleavage filled the top of the strapless
gown so much, it looked as if her tits might spill out if she were not
careful.  As she was fitting the dress around her boobs, the thought came
again to Anna that her breasts might be getting larger.  The split up the
front came very close to Anna's crotch.  Michael thought it was too close
and might show off the feminine charms that should be reserved only for
him. But he did not say anything, because his wife looked the happiest she
had been since their wedding day, and he did not want to spoil that.

   After they had finished getting dressed, and the 5-inch stilettos were
on the wife's dainty feet, the young couple actually had time to put on
some soft dance music and danced around their living room in their own
private world.  But after one song, Charles was already at the door,
waiting to take the couple into the city.  He handed Agnetha a black velvet
box that, when opened, revealed the most beautiful necklace either of the
couple had ever seen.  It was made of diamonds that fit close around Anna's
smooth neck and a huge sapphire pendant hung down in the front with a
diamond point on the end that pointed directly at the lady's massive
cleavage as if her massive titties needed pointing out any more!  After her
husband placed the necklace on her delicate neck, they left for the
reception.  The neighbor's gawked again as they watched the beautiful lady
and handsome man walk arm in arm to the limo and got in.  As soon as the
tall, Negro driver was in the driver's seat they left.

   When the elegant couple arrived at the exquisite ballroom where the
formal reception was being held, Marie was waiting at the entrance to
escort Mr.  and Mrs.  Michael O'Brien to the main room.  Mike and Anna were
first served a champagne glass full of mondia tea and then another was
quickly served when they had finished.  The couple mingled around but did
not know many of the people there.  They did see the mayor of New York and
several other dignitaries.  Finally, they were served fine champagne, the
best that either one had ever tasted.  After the second glass, both Mike
and Anna loosened up quite a bit and began to try and socialize more with
the people they found.  All seemed very friendly, especially the black
attendees when they met and greeted Agnetha.  Everyone they met were
captivated by the beauty and charm of the young woman.  Another round of
mondia tea was served the couple, then another glass of champagne.  After
about an hour a string quintet began playing softly some classical music
and the whole atmosphere seemed as if this were some elaborate movie scene.

   Marie brought up two young and very lovely ladies, Zira and Kira, to
introduce to Anna and her husband.  They resembled Marie and were mulatto
as she was.  Agnetha's co-worker explained that they were her nieces that
had just flown in from Zamibia and were to start their studies at N.Y.U. 
that fall.  The girls were about 20 or 21 and were very personable and
charming.  They took over Michael's attention and more or less guided him
in one direction after they began talking about the financial world, which
was to be their majors.  Michael was already coming under the influence of
the mondia potion, yet he did not know it yet.  All he realized was his
cock getting a tremendous erection as these two gorgeous African ladies,
who spoke almost perfect English, captivated his attention.  Anna was
forgotten and left alone drinking her champagne.

   Marie then suddenly appeared by her side and joked about her two lovely
nieces having stolen her husband away.  Anna said she didn't blame them,
because Michael was so handsome, and didn't blame him because they were
beautiful.  But at that moment, a twinge of jealousy hit her emotions.

   Now, Marie asked Anna a very strange question, "Do you have panties on,
dear?"

   "Well, yes, I do," Anna nervously answered.

   "I thought so, Anna, because I saw some white peaking out earlier as I
saw you walking around.  Come here," the senior associate almost commanded.
Her arm guided the young blonde to an area behind a curtain hidden from the
rest of the attendees.

   "Give them to me!" Marie commanded with a stern voice and holding out
her hand.

   "Right here?  Right now?  What if someone sees me?" Anna pleaded.

   "I don't give a shit if anyone sees you standing here naked!  Take them
off and give them to me.  Now!" Marie's eyes were flashing lightening
bolts.

   The trembling, petite, young wife reached under her gown though the
split in the front, grabbed the elastic waist, and pulled them over her
butt to drop around her shoes on the floor.  Anna quickly bent down and
picked them up and placed them in Marie's hand.

   The lovely co-worker now smiled and told the Swedish beauty, "Now you
are dressed properly to meet the prime minister!" she said turning around
and walking out to the ballroom floor, The first waiter carrying a silver
tray they met, Marie dropped the damp tiny undergarment on his tray and
said in a voice that could be heard for several feet, "Please dispose of
these for me.  Mrs.  O'Brien will have no further use for these!"

   As the young administrative assistant passed the waiter, she saw him
smile at her as she turned every hue of red imaginable!  When she looked
back, she saw the stranger sniff and lick the crotch and then push them
into his pocket.  Now she really was mortified and wished the floor would
just swallow her up right there.

   The two lovely ladies crossed the ballroom floor and as they did, Anna
spotted Mira and Zira leading her husband out the other end of the
ballroom. It looked very much like one of them was rubbing the outside of
Mike's pants where his penis would be.

   The assistants now came up to Deputy Minister Mubuntu where Marie
announced to him, "We are now ready to meet the prime minister now." The
giant Negro led the two females out a side door of the ballroom, down a
hallway, and into another much smaller room.  This room was lavishly
adorned with chandeliers, gold ornaments, plush velvet chairs, and a very
deep pile carpet on the floor.

   Marie and Anna walked up to a handsome gentleman around 50 that stood
and smiled at the ladies.  When Mubuntu went to the man's side he spoke,
"Mr.  Prime Minister, I would like to present to you, my executive
assistant, Marie, whom you already know, and my new administrative
assistant, Agnetha."

   The prime minister smiled broadly at the two beauties and spoke to Marie
first, who was standing in front of the deputy ambassador, "Oh, Marie, how
are you?  You keep getting lovelier each time I see you."

   The mulatto woman offered her gloved hand to the gentleman, who in
turned kissed the back of her hand, as a gentleman would.

   "Thank you, Sir.  You are very kind," and Marie bowed slightly.

   The prime minister turned to Anna, also smiled and said, "My dear, you
are just as lovely as Ambassador Mubuntu told me you were."

   "Thank you, Sir" smiled the golden haired beauty, who also extended her
hand to the gentleman and who kissed it as he did Marie's.  She smiled a
big smile and also politely bowed to the African dignitary.  "Are they
treating you well at his office and are they compensating you well for your
services?" he asked.

   "Oh, yes, Sir, very well, thank you," Anna replied.

   "Are you ladies appreciative of how Zamibia has treated you?" the prime
minister asked.

   Anna spoke up first and with a big smile on her gorgeous face said,
"Yes, sir!  I'm very appreciative, sir,"

   "Then show me!"

   "Excuse me, sir?" asked a questioning Anna with a now puzzled look on
her face.

   "Show me exactly how much you appreciate the way Zamibia has treated
you!" said the now stern and impatient prime minister as he looked directly
into the young Swede's blue eyes.

   Anna just froze.  She didn't know what to do because she didn't know
what she was supposed to do!  Marie who was standing side by side with the
young wife then reached up with both hands and pulled down the front of her
own gown, letting her tits spill out for full display for all the men in
the room to gaze upon.  Anna just stood stone cold still in shock.  Marie
took her elbow and punched Agnetha's arm.  When the young blond glanced at
Marie, she saw a stern look on her face, looking back at her, then nodded
her head toward the prime minister.

   Did she actually mean for me to pull my dress down and expose my breasts
to the African stranger and his men?  Is that what he wanted?  "The
pervert" she thought.  Then the thoughts of her salary that had saved her
family from financial disaster came to her mind.  There was nothing else to
do but what they expected of her The mondia aphrodisiac in her brain, which
was rapidly turning Anna into a sex maniac, greatly helped her next move.
The innocent, young wife and mother then reached up with her own hands and
also pulled down the front of the lovely gown, allowing her titties to also
bounce and wobble without any covering.  Anna turned red with embarrassment
but stood in her spot.

   "Nice, very nice, my dear!  You have very nice boobs!" smiled the prime
minister as he reached up and began to knead, maul, and wiggle the woman's
breast.  He also seemed to take great delight in pinching and rolling her
nipples until they stood out straight and firm from the naked areolas.  In
her peripheral vision, Anna saw that Mubuntu was giving Marie's huge
mammary glands the same treatment that the molester in front of her was
doing to her.  After this though, the prime minister began to suckle her
teats, licking and slobbering over them, as if he were trying to nurse milk
from them.  Mubuntu was also doing the same to her co-worker.  This went on
for a good five minutes and Anna's nipples were becoming sore.  The young
wife thought she would just die of embarassment being treated this way. 
The other men in the room seemed to be rather enjoying the vulgar display!

   When the tit sucking stopped, the prime minister then placed his hand
and fingers inside the split of Agnetha's skirt and began to frig and
finger fuck the young wife.  Mubuntu was duplicating the same action to his
executive assistant.  The awkwardness and humiliation of being made a lewd
sex toy in front of a group of black Africans was almost more than the
young wife could endure, yet she let it continue for several minutes. 
During that time, the Swedish mother had three screaming orgasms complete
with trembling, spasms, moaning, and cries of "Oh, gawd!  Oh, fuck! 
Yesssss!  Please don't stop!  Please finger-fuck me deeper!  Please, put
your big black hand up in me!" Anna could not believe the illicit begging
that came from her own lips, but it was making her feel so good.  As soon
as it began, the African men pulled their hands away from their twats, held
them in front of their faces and commanded, "Suck!" Now Agnetha understood,
and began licking and sucking on the prime minister's black digits,
feasting on her own womanly juices that were still flowing down her legs.
Within a minute, the licking stopped as they pulled their hands away.

   Now, each Negro undid his belt buckle, letting their pants fall to the
floor, and pushing their underwear to follow.  Both Mubuntu's and the prime
minister's pricks were already hard and standing at full attention at the
lewd actions and display that the lovely ladies were giving.  Then came the
command, "Suck!" Immediately, the mulatto beauty knelt before her boss's
ebony shaft and began sucking him with a very noisy blowjob.  Slowly, the
young wife and mother knelt before her sexual tormentor, hesitated a moment
then held the cock in her hand.  The pre-cum was starting to ooze from the
eyehole in the middle of the giant mushroom head.

   As it stared her directly in the face, Anna's mind went back to the
stall in that horse barn several years ago where she and Jenny Miller
masturbated the horse then licked his come.  Surely this wasn't much
different that that was it?  Slowly and tenderly, the beautiful blond eased
her head forward and gently put the black phallus in her mouth.  Could she
give a blowjob to a black African she asked herself?  She didn't like to
give oral sex to her own husband, much less a smelly, black African that
she had just met.  She pulled it out of her mouth and again looked at it.
Could she do it?  Her employment, her family's well-being and security were
at stake here.  If she did not do this vile and obscene act, her family
might soon be out on the street, much like those homeless people she passed
everyday on the streets of New York.  Those people might be them next
month!

   What was she to do?  Should she keep her self-dignity but, above all, be
faithful to the man who put those wedding rings that now adorned her
left-hand, third finger?  To be faithful to her sacred wedding vows?  As
these various questions came through her mind, the brain inside the lovely
head now was saturated with mondia, yohimbe, horny-goat weed, and no
telling how many other compounds.  At that moment, something snapped!

   Chapter 11

   Agnetha, the beautiful and shy country girl from Minnesota, attacked the
big, black cock as if she were something possessed.  In her mind came the
photographs hanging in Mubuntu's office of the vulgar and obscene naked
warriors, and she wanted their cocks!  The Swedish mother sucked,
slobbered, and licked the giant African dick for all she was worth.  Her
thinking right now was that if she did a good enough job giving this man a
blowjob, just maybe he would stick the 10 inch cock up in her pussy and
give her pleasure that her husband had never been able to give her!  That
thought encouraged Anna to stroke it, just as she had the horse's cock.  It
felt the same and wasn't much smaller.  But also she wanted his cum!  She
wanted the African breeding fluid that would feel slimy and salty in her
mouth and that she could swallow to her belly.  She crave his breeding
seed!

   Now the blond wife reached through the split in front of her own dress,
underneath to her own cunt, and began frigging herself with her free hand.
She needed to cum, no, she must cum or she would surely die!  On and on the
ugly spectacle continued for few minutes, or for several hours.  She did
not know for she had lost all sense of time and space.

   It was then she heard Mubuntu begin a low growl and then a roar like a
lion.  He let was depositing his his man-juice into her gullet and going
into her belly.  That was what Anna longed for from this nasty African. 
She silently begged for his semen to fill her mouth and douche her insides
with breeding juice.  But two moments in time came together in one split
second.  As the young mother frigged her pussy with her fingers and stroked
her clit, she experienced a mind shattering orgasm the likes of which she
never experienced with her own husband.  At that same exact moment, the
prime minister's cock began to twitch and explode with the white love milk
that she so desperately craved.  The force of the hosing down of the inside
of Anna's mouth coinciding with her orgasm, shook her foundations and made
her legs buckle beneath her.  She fell backwards on her butt onto the floor
as the sticky, baby-making cream seeped from her mouth and gagged her.  She
coughed forcing the juice to travel up through her oropharynx and out her
nostrils, blowing the cum out her nose.  But, the older man continued to
hose the young, blond mother down, on her face, neck, breasts, gown, and
all the way down to the bare cutout down the front of her dress.  The last
spurts puddled in Anna's belly button.

   Marie, having had much more experience drinking a man's cum swallowed
hers quickly, then leaned over to help her co-worker up off the floor. 
When the room stopped spinning and reality set back in for Agnetha, the two
men already were dressed and ready to leave, with the young blonde beauty
again standing before the visiting dignitary.

   "Thank you my dear, for a wonderful time and a lovely experience.  You
are a very charming slut!  I do hope we will get to meet again real soon!"
and then the prime minister left the room with his entourage behind him in
their proper pecking order.  This left Deputy Ambassador Mubuntu standing
in front of both females who had just groveled in sexual depravity for
their employment.

   "Thank you, ladies for a tremendous show of support for the prime
minister.  You did very well!  Now please pull your dresses back up and
come back out to the ballroom to meet the rest of our guests.  Do not wipe
the semen from your faces, but let everyone see it and wear it as a badge
of honor for the country of Zamibia!" With that the large African also left
the room.

   Agnetha found her purse, pulled out tissues, and went to an ornate
mirror hanging on the wall.  Her face and breasts were covered with white
goo.  "Badge of honor my ass!" Anna cursed.  "Look at me Marie, I'm covered
in this mess!" Anna started wiping as much of the semen from her face and
eyelids as she could get, but it had already started mixing with the
make-up foundation on her face.  A few strands of cum had landed in her
hair that she did not see because it blended in with her golden hair.  She
could not imagine how one man could expel so much semen at one time.  Anna
pulled the soiled dress up over her cum-covered breasts and the sticky goo
made the dress uncomfortable to wear.

   "Remember what Mubuntu said not to wipe any off and come back to the
ballroom" Marie said in a laugh!

   "Easy for you to say, sister!  You swallowed his all down like a back
street whore!  Fuck!" she spat as she continued to try to make herself
presentable to not only meet perfect strangers, but also to go face her
husband with another man's semen all over her.  Marie finally helped her
with getting as much wiped off as possible.  At one point though, Agnetha
was dipping the semen out of her own navel with her finger and sucking it
into her mouth.  "How depraved!" she thought of herself.

   When they had cleaned her up the best they could, Marie instructed,
"Stay here for a minute and collect yourself dear and I'll meet you back
out in the ballroom." Then she turned and left with her tight gown
accentuating her curvy ass as she walked.

   Anna again looked at herself in the mirror.  She tried to justify it to
herself that it was just oral sex!  Bill Clinton said that oral sex wasn't
really sex, didn't he?  As she stood watching the slut looking back at her,
she spoke.

   "Fuck, Anna, what in the world have you gotten yourself into?" In her
mind, she weighed the options.  Either she could walk out right now and
take her dignity and husband with her, lose her job, ruining any future or
stability for her family, or she could stay, and be treated as a fabulously
paid call girl!  Which would it be?  In the end, she went back out on the
ballroom floor as a fabulously paid call girl.

   Scanning the crowd, Agnetha looked for her husband.  Mubuntu was
introducing the prime minister to other guests, and Marie was smiling and
chatting with her nieces.  The pretty wife spotted Michael over in a
corner, sipping on a mixed drink.  The event was now serving martinis along
with champagne and plenty of mondia tea.  As the young wife worked her way
through the crowd, feeling the sticky cum under her dress, she picked up a
good-sized martini from the waiter that now possessed her thong.  Anna
found it to be very dry.  She thought to herself that she really needed
this.  Plus, she needed something to help wash the salty taste of the prime
minister's cum out of her mouth.  She wanted to get good and drunk for the
rest of the night.  When she got to Mike she stood beside him as they both
looked out on the crowd.

   "I wondered where you were," Mike asked.

   "I had a special meeting with the Prime Minister of Zamibia.  He said I
was lovely and thanked me for what I had done," was all she answered as she
sipped her martini.  She didn't lie.  He did say those things.  She just
wasn't going to go into detail about what was done between the two
statements.

   "Well, I just missed you, that was all," Mike said to make conversation,
but Anna could detect a twinge of guilt in his voice.

   "Well, I see you were in very capable hands!" quipped Anna back to him
as she looked him directly in the face then to the two lovely nieces of
Marie.  There was no more conversation between them for a while.

   About 9 o'clock the crowd started thinning out and the guests were
leaving.  Agnetha went to Marie who was talking to some of the remaining
guests and asked her if there was anything more she was needed for tonight.
Her co-worker smiled and replied that every thing was taken care of and
that she herself would be leaving shortly.  Before the young couple got out
of the ballroom, they were intercepted by the half-breed sirens, Zira and
Mira, who profusely thanked them for making them feel at home, and
especially for Mike explaining about the financial market on Wall Street.

   Of course, their attention was directed more toward the husband than the
wife.  As Anna looked close, she saw a bit of a "badge of honor" on Zira's
lip.  The young wife walked off, leaving Mike with the two girls, and
called Charles on her cell phone to pick them up.  Her driver informed her
that he was right outside the door waiting.  Michael caught up with Anna
just as she was about to climb into the limousine.

   "That was kind of rude, leaving Zira and Mira, without even saying
good-bye!" Mike scolded his wife.

   Agnetha turned red, looked her husband directly in his face and
screamed, "Fuck you!  You son of a bitch!  Fuck you!"

   It was loud enough for several people outside to turn and see who was
cursing so loudly.  Everyone who looked saw the beautiful young wife as she
climbed in the limo She moved to her side of the large back seat, turned
away from her husband and stared out the windows at the lights of the city
silently, all the way home.

   "Thank you, Charles!  Have a good rest tomorrow and see you Monday
morning!" Anna acknowledged her driver in a nice, pleasing tone.

   "Thank you, Mrs.  O'Brien.  You also," responded the ebony giant.  He
was planning on using the rest of the weekend to watch his videos of the
lovely lady's naked parts and jacking off.

   As she was going through their front door, she thought she got more
comfort from her Negro driver than she did her own husband!  Anna
immediately called her neighbor, who told her Patrick was fine, and he and
her kids were already bedded down for the night.  The loving mother asked
her if she minded if they didn't pick him up until just before lunch, with
the reply that would be good to give the kids more time to play.

   After hanging up with their neighbor lady, Anna coldly told her husband
that she was going to take a shower before bed.  That was the only thing
she said after coming home.

   "Okay," came his only reply.

   Anna went directly to her bedroom closet and hung up her soiled gown
towards the back, away from prying eyes.  She would have to have it cleaned
next week she told herself.  Anna lovingly retrieved her big, black lover
from his hiding place, wrapped him in a towel, donned her sexy,
cream-colored, silk robe and headed to the bathroom.  After taking her hair
down, she saw the sticky and dried wisps of cum in her locks around her
face.  Had her husband seen the semen?  She didn't care if he did, the
bastard!  She decided to shower tonight to completely wash the "badge of
honor" out of her hair and from the rest of her naked, sensuous body.  She
lovingly took her ebony lover into the shower after the water was hot and
the lover that never disappointed her started doing his magic.

   "Damn, my love.  You are the only one who will touch my body tonight!"
spoke Anna as she compared the phallus to her own husband.

   The young, Swedish wife brought herself to five good orgasms before she
was too weak to continue standing in the shower.  She didn't even try to
muffle her cries of delight tonight.  So what if her husband heard her
making love to a better man?  Let him hear because she just didn't care!

   She turned the water off, dried herself, and dried her hair.  After
making sure she had scrubbed all the make-up and crusty semen off her face
and out of her hair, she slipped on her silk robe, wrapped the fat, long
dildo in her towel and headed for their bedroom.  Mike was already in bed
with his back turned toward her.  She did not care.  She was sleeping with
her Negro lover tonight.  After slipping off the robe from her curvy, nude
body, she gently kissed the dildo and slipped it under her pillow, turned
out the light and lay with her back toward her husband.  Just before the
weariness of the night's activities and the alcohol combined to bring sleep
to the frustrated woman, she thought, "I don't know why I'm cursing so much
lately.  I just don't know why I cursed at my husband so much tonight.  I
really do love him...the low-life, limp-dicked, piece of shit!"

   Chapter 12

   Next morning, Anna and Mike were again speaking to one another at
breakfast, more or less, as usual.  Each had a pretty good hangover for a
Sunday morning.  Neither one spoke of the events of last night, but each
one chalked it up to too much alcohol, and being in the right place at the
wrong time.  Mike made plans to go to confessional and mass at his church.
Anna told him to go ahead and she would go get Patrick from the neighbor
lady's house after awhile.  Maybe Mike has a lot to confess about, thought
his pretty wife.  Her own discretions didn't even enter her mind.

   After lunch, Mike started to watch a baseball game on television.  When
the game was over at 4 o'clock, Anna put on the same clothes she had on
last weekend, thin, white cotton tank top with string straps and no bra
underneath, and her t-back red thong but no shorts, as well as the "come
fuck me" stilettos.  The sexy and gorgeous Mrs.  O'Brien plopped into her
husband's lap on the couch, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him
a long, lingering kiss.  She never could stay mad at her husband for long
at a time.  But she had an ulterior motive.

   "Michael, sweetie, would you go to the supermarket today for me?  I'm
beat from all that reception deal last night, and I would like to rest
before tomorrow."

   Whether it was a twinge of guilt for last night, or the sight of his
wife's big boobs with erect nipples bobbing up and down underneath the thin
top that made his cock start to swell, he agreed to go for her.  She asked
him if he would also take Pat with him and they could go by a local toy
store and pick out an action figure he wanted.  Her husband also agreed to
that as well.  Her plan was set.  She really did not want to go back to the
supermarket after her lewd display in her wet clothes a week ago, in case
she ran into some of the same people there.  It had finally come to her
during the week, while exposing herself on the streets of New York, that
the man who asked her if she was "working" thought she was a hooker, and
was looking to pay to have sex with her!

   After she kissed Michael again, she watched the father and son leave on
their shopping trip.  Anna figured that she would have at least a good hour
with her black lover before they returned.  So the beautiful blond ran to
her bedroom, quickly stripped naked, grabbed the huge, black dildo from
it's hiding spot, and headed to the bathroom for a lazy bath and a good
fuck session from her Negro lover.  The mondia, yohimbe, and horny goat
weed chemicals had began to work in Anna's brain chemistry, where it seemed
she needed sex all the time.  Unfortunately, Mike's small five-inch prick
just wasn't going to cut it.  Sexy Agnetha slipped into the warm water with
the fragrance of apples and peaches today, and began making love her "black
man." She slipped the monstrous phallus into her passion pit and began to
allow him take her as his own.  As she thought about this, she thought that
her black lover needed a name!  "How about Marcus?  No, Leroy!" she laughed
at the common American black man's name and allowed him to pleasure her. 
Leroy did his job well, and made Agnetha have at least five tremendous
orgasms before she glanced at the clock in the bathroom and noticed a full
hour had passed since Mike and Pat left.

   "Shit!" came another profane word from the lovely woman's lips as she
quickly got out of the tub, released the water, and quickly dried her self
off.  Once again, the young wife and mother wondered why she was using so
much profanity lately.  She used to never say a cuss word.  Anna was headed
to the bedroom in the nude when the front door opened with her men coming
in.  Anna was able to close the door behind her before either one of the
males saw her.  Anna quickly dried Leroy off and stuffed him under her
pillow and was just snapping her shorts closed when Pat came running into
the bedroom to show his mommy his new action figure.  The young mother
hadn't put on her top yet and her large boobs bounced around as he hugged
and talked to her son.  Now it didn't bother her, but she slipped on her
white top again before Michael saw her.

   That night, Mike thought he might try to be intimate with his wife, but
she feigned still being tired and needed to be up early when Charles
arrived in the morning.  The disappointed husband kissed his lovely wife
and turned over and Anna turned over as well, with her back again to him.
She waited for almost half an hour before Mike was snoring.  Leroy came out
from under her pillow and slipped between the legs of the horny Swede.  Her
pink paradise was already soaked from anticipation, and Anna got one more
good fuck from Leroy before she could go to sleep.  Of course, it was all
very still and quiet in the bed, which was an almost impossible task to do
now when Agnetha orgasmed.

   At 10 o'clock next morning, Monday, Deputy Ambassador Mubuntu called
both Marie and Anna into his office.  He announced that he and they would
be going to Paris France in about 10 days for meetings then they all would
continue on to Namibia.  It was an important trip for the three and all
would make arrangements to leave Thursday week.  When the administrative
assistant heard the news, the dreaded necessity now became real to her. 
She had committed to accompany Mubuntu in all international travels in
order to obtain and keep her position.

   "Anna, is your passport all in order" Marie asked her.

   "Yes, I made a trip to Sweden last summer taking Patrick with me to
visit relatives before Mike was laid off.  All should be in order," she
replied.

   "Good, we will check it though to be sure," advised her co-worker.

   Mubuntu spoke up and told Marie that Agnetha should be seen by Dr. 
Rumbo, at the end of theweek, to be sure that all vaccines and other things
were in order.

   "Oh, I have my own doctor, if that is okay," the young blond interjected
quickly.

   "Is your doctor certified in tropical medicine?" Marie inquired.

   "No, I don't think so.  He is a general practitioner," she admitted.

   "Well, Dr.  Rumbo is a well qualified physician in the field of tropical
medicine and knows what needs to be done to prepare for travel in the
tropics.  Would you mind greatly if I scheduled an appointment for you?"
Marie insisted.

   "No, I don't guess so," Anna resigned.  She really did not care for
strange doctors poking around at and in her body, but it seemed they left
her with no choice.

   "Fine then," Mubuntu responded.  "Marie will set you up an appointment
at the end of the week, and that will give a week before we leave in case
there are any tests or procedures that will need to be completed before we
go."

   As the two lovely ladies were walking out of Mubuntu's office, past the
large picture of the naked, white woman, Agnetha thought, "Procedures? 
What "procedures" would be necessary just for me to travel overseas," she
wondered.  She would find that out soon enough.  Marie scheduled an
appointment for the following Friday with the new doctor, and informed
Agnetha that she would accompany her in case there were any questions, and
to just have a friend around.  Anna thought that it would be nice to have
at least one person she knew there with her.

   The week before, Anna demonstrated that she was not uncomfortable to
flaunting her female body to strangers.  That day, instead of parading the
young Swedish wife through the streets of New York with barely any clothing
on, Marie announced that for lunch, they would go to different nice
restaurants that specialized in French cuisine.  Today, the mulatto beauty
took her beautiful co-worker to a restaurant not far from their office.

   The maitre d' seated the two lovely ladies where the most people could
gaze upon them.  Customers like these were always good for business. 
Anna's butt proudly protruded from her backside and swayed when she walked.
As she came into the eating area, everyone in the room detected her
pheromones activated by the yohimbe, mondia, and horny goat weed herbs that
had almost saturated the blond's body.  All men stared and lusted along
with about half of the women, especially when Anna crossed her luscious,
meaty thighs in her chair and her mini-skirt came up close to the panty
viewing area.  The men wished they could fuck her; the women wished she
would eat out their twats.  Agnetha noticed all the stares at her as she
looked around and heads quickly turned away from her.  She smiled because
she knew they were lusting after her and Marie.

   The U.N.  assistants looked over the menus, from which Anna could not
read a word.  She was too taken aback by the expensive prices.

   Marie asked Anna if she minded her ordering for them both, to which she
replied, "No, go ahead."

   Marie looked to the waiter and ordered a fine French wine and escargot
débraillé.  The naīve Swedish girl had no idea what was ordered for her to
eat, but did not ask.  When the plates were brought, a circular shaped kind
of meat was sliced on each plate with a delicious wine sauce covering the
entrée.  Anna picked up one of the pieces with her fork, smelled it, then
put it on her tongue and chewed.  It was a little chewy but it was very
tasty with the spices and the wine sauce.  As Marie had already started
eating hers, Anna dived in as well.  When the last bite was consumed, and
Anna was drinking her second glass of wine, Marie asked her about her food
if she enjoyed it or not.

   "Yes, it was very tasty!" she said.  "What was it, anyway, in English?"

   Marie smiled at the young Swedish woman and said, "Shelled snails!"

   The blond spewed out her mouthful of wine, grabbed the napkin in her lap
to hold over her mouth, jumped out of her chair and ran to the back of the
restaurant towards the ladies' room.  Marie almost doubled over in laughter
watching the mini-skirted blond in ultra high heels running.  About five
minutes later, Anna came sheepishly back to their table, with a distinctive
pale pallor in her face.  Marie was still giggling while sipping on her
wine.

   "That wasn't funny!" Anna said as she plopped back down in her seat with
a disgusted look on her face.  "You sat there and watched me eating slugs!
I puked up everything and now there is about $50 worth of snails in the
City of New York sewer system...You bitch!"

   Marie could not keep herself from laughing uncontrollably at her poor
co-worker for a couple of minutes more.  Once again, the scowling Anna
looked the mulatto beauty in her brown eyes and spat, "Bitch!"

   "Oh, mon ami, let me make it up to you and order us a nice dessert. 
That will be okay, no?"

   "That will be okay, yes?" Anna answered in a calmer voice.

   Marie ordered two crepe suzettes for them to eat.  Anna had heard of
crepe suzettes before as well, also having seen them on a cooking show. 
Both ladies enjoyed the fine French dessert, and left the restaurant happy,
thanks to the four glasses each of red wine each consumed during their
meal. Both ladies went back to their offices and poured up their glasses of
mondia tea.  Marie usually drank two glasses a day.  Since she started
working, Anna usually drank two large wine glasses full in the morning and
two more in the afternoon.  It tasted so good to her!  Marie was pleased,
because she knew that yer lovely co-worker was getting hornier by the day!

   That evening, Agnetha announced to her husband that she would be leaving
in less than two weeks on an overseas trip.  She reminded Mike that it was
the commitment she gave to go on these trips that helped land her the job
that saved the family from financial disaster.  Michael agreed, but
expressed that he still didn't have to like it.  He asked her how long she
would be gone for, but she confessed that she did not know, and that it
depended on the economic, social, and political conditions in Zamibia.

   On Tuesday, Agnetha finally was able to get her gown out of the house
into the car to go to work, without Mike seeing it.  Mrs.  O'Brien asked
Charles if he would mind stopping at a dry cleaners on the way to the
office so she could leave the expensive dress for cleaning.  After Charles
parked, Anna went into the business and met a lady at the counter.  She
asked if she could have the dress cleaned within two days, and pointed out
the cum dried spots inside the bodice and outside the gown.

   The lady looked up at Anna like she was some prostitute, because she
knew very well what the spots were and where came from.

   "We usually don't get clothing with this much semen to clean." the smug
lady expressed.

   With a promise it would be cleaned by Thursday, Anna turned quickly and
almost stomped out of the establishment, red from embarrassment and hot
from anger.

   "How dare that heifer turn her nose up at me about the stains on the
gown!" she huffed.  When coming to work Thursday, Charles' lovely passenger
asked him to stop by the cleaners and if he minded going in and retrieving
the gown.  She just didn't want to see that snooty woman again with her
sneering and condescending look.  Anna passed $20 up to Charles to pay for
the cleaning, but the quiet, ebony giant refused her money, saying that
Marie had already provided money for the cleaning of the dress.

   Continued in Part III, Chapter 13

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