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My name is Andreas and until recently I was a free single, never thinking about having a family or getting married. Now I have a child and I’m happily married to an African girl from Kenya. I want to tell you the story of how I was forced to become mature by my wife.

I am working as a freelancer in the software branch. When I have earned enough, I start travelling, sometimes also working while travelling. This time I decided to stay three months in Mombasa, Kenya.

I stayed in a not too expensive city hotel near the beach, enjoying the hot African sun and the beach a lot. Of course there where a lot of African beauties around, and I enjoyed watching them, too.

One day in my first week I was sitting in a Café having a drink when suddenly a beautiful woman approached me. She was wearing short pants, and her white blouse was not covering much of her voluptuous body. She asked me if I liked Kenya, the city and the people and I said that I of course do it. She continued asking me if I was married, were I was working and what I planned to do during my holidays. As I was so occupied to look at her incredible body I was not able to concentrate on the talk. The only thing I remembered was that she invited me to meet her in the evening in the same place.

The rest of the day I was constantly staring at my watch, and when it was 6pm I took a shower and dressed for my encounter with that African beauty.

At 7pm I was in the Café, but I had to wait for half an hour, before she arrived. Again she wore only shorts and a white blouse, which looked incredible on her black skin. This time I could smell her perfume, when she sat down close to me.

“Hello Andreas, I am sorry that you waited so long” she said.
“No, no Sheila” – suddenly I remembered her name – “it’s OK, I enjoyed waiting for you.”
“You are sweet! Shall we not go to another place, where we can dance?” she asked.
“Yes, of course!” I only answered.

We left the Café and we walked down to the beach, where we soon found a little disco. First we ordered something to drink and then she asked me if I like to dance with her. I am not a good dancer at all, but after she looked deep in my eyes I could only say yes.

The music they played was a slow love song. Immediately I found her close in my arms, our bodies touching each other and our faces only some centimetres away from each other. Her perfume, her smooth and soft talk and her body made my body to react: I felt how I was getting an erection. I made an attempt to hold my hardening manhood away from her, because I did not want to embarrass her, but she only tried to come closer, while we were moving slowly to the soft music.
“Do you have a girl friend?” she suddenly asked.
“No, not anymore.” I answered.
“Since how long?”
“About a year ago we broke up…”
“You are single since over a year. You haven’t had any girl friends that long time?” she said surprised.
“No, I haven’t” I said.
“But you are such a cute gentlemen. And its not good to be single for such a long time.”, she smilingly told me while her hands around my neck softly pulled my face closer to hers.
Meanwhile I started feeling a little bit uncomfortable because of my growing erection. I tried to touch her body, and I hoped that Sheila didn’t realize the problems inside my trousers…

“Why did you break up with your girl friend?” she suddenly asked.
“We were nearly two years together” I replied not very convincingly.
“So you think that’s long enough??” Sheila smilingly asked.
“Did you argue a lot?” she continued.
“No, no. But I felt that I had to go on a little bit” I said.
“So, why didn’t you marry her?” she asked.
“Marry? Why? I want to be free. The only reason for me to marry would have been, if I was going to become a father” I told.
“Andreas, you are a little playboy!” she smiled.

Then the dance ended, and we went back to our table. We finished our orange juices, and then Sheila told me, that it is time for her to go home now. I became disappointed, because I had hoped, that we could spend a little bit more time together. So I asked her
“Why you must go? Shall we not have a walk to the beach?”
“Not today” she said.
“What about tomorrow? May I see you tomorrow again?” I anxiously asked.
“Tomorrow? You really want to see me again?” she said.
“Yes! Of course!” I replied.
“Why you want to meet me again tomorrow?” she asked.
“I enjoy your company, and I think you are really beautiful.” I told her.
“Oh thank you, Andreas” she smiled.
“So?”
“OK, let’s meet at the same time tomorrow.”

I became really happy hearing her words. We left the café, and walked down the street towards the centre. At a corner we stopped, she said
“See you tomorrow” while looking deeply in my eyes.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I took her arms around her neck and told her
“Yes, Sheila, please don’t let me wait!”
Then I kissed her on her forehead.

She was surprised, but then she took her hands around my body and told me
“Why you don’t give me a real kiss, Andreas. You feel shy to kiss a black woman?”
I didn’t know what to say, while our faces slowly moved towards each other until her sweet hot lips touched mine. My erection became again harder, and this time there was no way to prevent her body from touching my manhood in its textile prison. When our kiss ended she smilingly told me
“No girl friend since a year. Now I believe you. Andreas, can you promise me something?”
“Yes” I only could reply, feeling how the blood came up toward my face.
“Tonight, don’t make love to the mattress. Keep your energy a little.”
My face now was red as if I had been the whole day under the sun on the beach without sun blocker. She continued
“Give me another kiss! Then I must go.”
This time she opened her mouth so that our tongues fount each other. It was torture for my manhood. It felt, as if my trousers were going to burst.
Then she released me, and her last sentence was
“Andreas, don’t break your promise!”

Back in the hotel I quickly took of my clothes freeing my manhood from its prison. I wanted to get rid of the pressure, but then I remembered the promise I had given to Sheila. Instead I went to the shower pouring cold water over my body. For the moment it helped, but somewhere I had read, that taking a cold shower only triggers the body to produce more sexual hormones, so that my situation even would become worse.

Naked I went to the bed and I switched of the light. Immediately I saw Sheila’s face, and I remembered her silken skin, yes I even could smell her seducing fragrance. My erection returned, and I had to struggle not to give in to release my pressure. Why she asked me that? There only was one reason: Tomorrow she wanted to sleep with me! Thinking about this, my erection became harder, and drops of precum appeared on the tip of my penis. One year without a woman was definitely too long.

In my imagination I took of her clothes, and then for the first time in my life I made love to a black woman. I had to struggle strongly not to give in to my physical desires. Never before I had a night that was so hard….

The next day I impatiently waited for the evening. I decided to buy her some perfume, even it is a difficult job to find the right one. After some trial and error it seemed that I had found the right one, “Tropical ecstasy”.

At 5pm I left the hotel with the perfume in my hand and a package of condoms in my pocket. Already now I suffered from a severe erection. I tried to think about something else, but then I arrived at the little café. Sheila was not there. Impatiently I waited, may be fifteen, twenty minutes. I became disappointed, but I waited another half an hour. Then I saw her! She came to me saying
“I am so sorry, Andreas! But I was in a shop to buy something for you!”
“I also have something for you, Sheila!” I said, giving her the small parcel.
Quickly she opened it and said:
“Tropical ecstasy, exactly what I like! You are so sweet!”

She hugged me and looked deep in my eyes. This was my chance. Softly I put my lips on hers. I felt, how she opened her mouth slightly. Our tongues found each other, while she pressed her body into mine. My erection came back, and my manhood began to hurt in my underwear. When we stopped kissing she said the sentence with immediately filled me with most possible arousal:
“Andreas, the gift I bought for you I am wearing…. under my dress…Do you like to see it?”
“I want” was the only thing I could reply.
“Then let’s go to the hotel…”

She put her hands around me, and then she went with me to a smaller three star hotel. Sheila told me that this hotel is entirely run by women. The receptionist greeted her with a big smile and then looked at me.
“I am working here as an accountant, and I have a beautiful room here.” Sheila told me.

Meanwhile I couldn’t think about anything than Sheila’s present for me. So I asked her “Don’t you show me your room?”
“Shall we not have first a round through the hotel and to the swimming pool?”
“Yes, but I am curious about the present, Sheila!
“Andreas, I think you are thinking about something else…”

At the swimming pool I realized there where only black women around the pool, who all looked at Sheila and me with a big smile. And most of these women were wearing very little bikinis. My cock was now really hurting, and I felt that my underwear was wet with precum.

“Let’s go to your room, Sheila” I said.
“Yes Andreas, now we are going, my little playboy”

Her apartment had a beautiful view to the see from a balcony overlooking the pool with all that gorgeous women. But I was most interested in the bedroom. The room was not big, but the walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. A really good place for making love to a black woman for the first time. Sheila went to the bathroom, where she took a quick shower. When she came out, she asked me to do the same. I was a little bit disappointed, because she was wearing her clothes again, but it was good to wash me, but my erection seemed to become harder and harder. I wore my underwear again and a morning coat, that Sheila had given to me.

When I left the bath I couldn’t believe what I saw: Sheila was sitting on the balcony with nothing than the tiniest red string tanga I ever had seen!

“Leave your coat inside and enjoy the sun and the view with me here”, she demanded.

I put my coat off and went to that gorgeous woman. When I came out she got up, took my hands and looked deeply into my eyes. This look made me crazy; I took her in my arms and we started kissing. Our tongs found each other, and Sheila pressed her body passionately onto mine. My manhood was hurting in its prison and I only could groan when I told her:

“Sheila, lets go inside, lets go to the bedroom”
“Andreas, why we should go to the bedroom?”, she teased me.
“I want to see you completely naked.”
“And then?”, she demanded to know.
“I want to feel your soft body.” was the only thing I could say.

We started again kissing and my hands found the knot holding her bikini top. I opened it, and the top fell down onto the floor. Now her unprotected, well developed breasts with their erected hard nipples touched my chest. I was nearly totally out of control. Sheila whispered:

“Andreas, I also want to be closer to you.”

Without leaving each other we came back inside and to the bedroom. Sheila sat down on the bed, and I came beside her. We started kissing, and Sheila pulled me down beside her, so that we were lying on the bed. I felt her hands sliding down and over my manhood in its prison.

“Sheila, do you have a condom here?”, I asked her.
“No, Andreas”, she answered while petting now my breasts with her hard nipples.
“I have some in my purse, I will quickly take one”, I said. My trouser was beside the bed, but when I opened my purse there was not a single condom inside.
“Come Andreas, or you don’t want anymore”, Sheila said a little impatient.
I was stupid, today of all days I forgot to take a condom, even I was sure that I took some in the morning. What to do?

“Sheila, I don’t have any condoms…”
“No problem, I am healthy, no AIDS, no other STDs…”
“I know, Sheila, but do you have any protection?” I weakly asked her.
“No, Andreas.”
“But… you are on the pill, aren’t you?”
“No, Andreas, I am not on the pill. I don’t like to take chemistry in my body.”
“But Sheila, you could get pregnant”
“We don’t need to go all the way, Andreas. Take off your underwear. I want to see you naked.”

I convinced myself that that was OK. And it was a relief to free my hurting cock. When I was naked Sheila said smilingly:

“Andreas, now I can believe that you didn’t have had a woman for a year.”

And then she whispered:

“Take off my string tanga.”

My hands found the strings and I pulled this last piece of cloth between us down, uncovering her moist and shaved pussy. Now we were completely naked and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. But we were not protected, and my greatest horror was to become a father and to loose my freedom. My iron cock was covered with precum, when I started kissing her breasts. My hands were exploring all parts of her silky black skin and I started massaging her swollen clit. I kissed her stomach and then her wet pussy. She started groaning and I felt I brought her close to orgasm. Then Sheila asked me to lie down beside her. She moved her body over mine and started petting my body with her nipples. She moved down and pressed my cock with her breasts. I began to groan; I wanted more. Deep inside my mind there was a rest of reasoning, telling me to stop now. But I convinced myself, its OK until now, I will stop, before it’s too late. Then she started licking my manhood, my testicles, the shaft, and the tip. I felt my orgasm approaching and I thought relieved, that this is the reason she was not worried about protection. My body prepared for the explosion, but suddenly Sheila stopped and said:

“Andreas, I want you inside me”
“Sheila, please continue, it feels so good.”, I begged her.
“I want to feel your manhood inside my pussy”
“But Sheila…”
“You want us to stop?”
“No, Sheila, I want you, but, but….”
“But what, my little playboy?”
“We don’t have protection…”

She started again to massage my cock carefully with her hand, keeping me constantly at the edge of orgasm without going too far. The mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls reflected my sweet suffering under Sheila’s sex torture.

“We don’t need any protection, Andreas” she said, looking deeply into my eyes.
“You mean you can’t get pregnant?” I replied with great relief.
“Oh, Andreas, you are sooo sweet! I am a healthy woman, and of course I can get pregnant.”
“So you mean you know your fertile days.”
“Yes”, she answered with her hands massaging me and continued saying
“Andreas, are you afraid of making a black girl pregnant?”

Her hands released my wet iron bar and she pressed her breasts onto mine and started kissing me. The she said:

“You are such a strong man, Andreas. If you are afraid of making your little Sheila pregnant control yourself a little. I want you inside me, but you can pull out and explode on my stomach or between my breasts.”

As Sheila had stopped massaging me I was not that close to orgasm anymore as I had been before. My body was screaming to enter her moist hot black pussy. My mind was totally under my cock’s and Sheila’s control. I could only say:

“Yes Sheila, I want you totally. I also want to feel you. I never had a black woman before. Yes Sheila, I’ll control myself.”

Her right hand found my manhood again, I could feel it and see it in the mirrors beside the bed. She put her moist cunt over my penis and lowered her body slowly. When the tip of my moist cock reached her pussy she said:

“Now you will feel for the first time in your life the pussy of a black girl.”

Then her pussy lips took the tip of my cock inside. We both started groaning, and immediately I felt again close to orgasm. As both my cock and her pussy were so moist there was no resistance and I immediately penetrated her deeply. Now on top and totally in control of me she said:

“Don’t forget to control yourself, if you don’t want to make your Sheila a mommy-to-be. I am in the middle of my cycle today, and in the morning my temperature also was up…”

Somehow I got from the last reminders of my reasoning mind that I had to stop now, but waves of pleasures flooded my body. I wanted to tell her to stop, but Sheila’s seducing body was in control of me. I had to control myself in order to avoid becoming a father. Her next word even aroused me more, against my will:

“Andreas, have you ever considered to have a baby?”
“Sheila, no, I told you that I never have thought of fathering a child.”
“But I did. I always wanted to have a little baby and a responsible husband taking care of my child and me.”

I was both shocked and aroused by her words. Sheila was riding me now and as I was coming closer and closer to orgasm my mind told me again to stop. With all my remaining power I told her:

“Sheila, I am close to cum. I must pull out!”
She told me “Andreas, I love you and I want to marry you.”
“Sheila, we don’t know each other so well, and I told you that I only marry if I one day become a father.”
“Yes, you told me that. And I want to become a mother.”, she whispered with erotic voice.
“Sheila, what are you talking?”
“Andreas, I want a baby”, she passionately said, accelerating her movements slightly.
“Sheila, we must stop, we can’t make a baby now”, I said nearly speechless of arousal.
“Andreas, of course we can make a baby. I am in the middle of my cycle, my temperature is up, you are inside me without any protection, and you don’t want anything more than to cum.”

I knew that I couldn’t resist her much longer. Only some more movements of her and I would unload and make her pregnant. But she was right; I didn’t want anything more now than to cum. Her sweet movements became slower and she whispered:

“Tell me what you want most, tell me what your body wants, tell me what your mommy maker wants to do with your little black Sheila!” she cooed softly.

How much I wanted to explode! Sheila’s now nearly had stopped her movements, again only a few moments before I would have lost control. Even now it took me all my concentration and my will to avoid orgasm. I was sweating because of my efforts to defend my freedom. I felt her juices wetting my balls. I couldn’t speak, because all my power was necessary to keep my body from fulfilling Sheila’s wish. How I could stop Sheila, while my cock and my entire body were her allies? She again said with a voice that was pure sex:

“Andreas, tell me now what you want. Tell me now and tell me the truth, or I will show you what I know you want.”

Sheila started moving again enjoying her control over my body. I only could say weakly:

“I…. I…. I want to cum.”
“Andreas, do you really want to cum?” she teased me.
“Sheila, yes, Sheila, please let me cum.” I said.
“Andreas, I’ll be the happiest person in the world if you cum now. I want you to cum, too. You don’t need to tell me that”, Sheila erotically said.

With all my power I managed to say:

“Between your boobs, let me cum between your boobs, I want to cream your boobs….”
“No, Andreas, you want to cum inside me, deep inside my fertile pussy….”
“Yes…No, no…. Sheila, no.”
“Tell me that you want to cream my moist fertile pussy from inside with your manly sperms”, Sheila demanded softly. She continued and I felt that she was even closer to orgasm than I was:

“Tell me that you want to burst inside me, that you want to unload all your sperms deep inside me. Tell me that you want to make me pregnant with your baby juice.”

Suddenly she stretched her body so that she was lying straight upon me, with her erected nipples on my chest. She kissed me passionately and whispered:

“Andreas, I want you on top.”

She took her arms around me and pressed her body onto mine and somehow she managed to manoeuvre me on top. I didn’t really know what was going on. I only concentrated with all my power to hold my cock under control. My mind told me that this position was a chance for me to pull out and explode harmlessly between her well-developed velvet soft breasts with their hard erected nipples. But my mind wasn’t strong enough to overcome my cock’s desires, and quickly Sheila’s legs took control over my body. As she had wrapped her legs around my upper legs she taunted:

“Oh yes, Andreas, the good old missionary position! This is the best position to make a baby. Yes, Andreas, yes take me.”

I felt she was reaching orgasm. She continued, now with louder, excited voice while moving her body under mine.

“Yes Andreas, I want to feel your baby maker deep inside me, yes come deeper. Andreas, yes, make me a mommy, Andreas.”
“Sheila, no, my Sheila, I’m not ready for having a baby, please not.”
“Andreas, I love you, I want you, I want your baby, never you must leave me, I want to marry you.” She now nearly screamed and then she reached orgasm. Her writhing body was shaken by waves of pleasure, and without loosing control over me she screamed:

“Andreas, yes knock me up, I want your mommy maker deep inside me when I make you cum, I want a baby from you, a little baby-girl. You can’t resist me any longer, my little playboy.”

After coming over the climax she looked deeply into my eyes telling me her judgement:

“Andreas, now I am going to make you father.”

I had tried to avoid any movement, but now her body moved up and down quickly. I knew that I had to pull out, but her legs moved in a way that I had only a few centimetres to manoeuvre. The fruitless struggle only brought me again closer and closer to orgasm. Helplessly trapped inside her writhing body she heated me up more and more:

“Andreas, yes, now it’s the time for you to settle down, to have a wife and a baby. And you want it, you are inside my fertile pussy, unprotected. Your body wants to follow the call of nature and put your sperms inside your hot black lover. Andreas, you are strong, you have resisted for a long time, but now its time for you to become a responsible father and husband. Now I’ll make you cum and then one of your sperms will fertilize an egg.”

I was totally lost, I felt my orgasm building and I was unable to do anything. I struggled to pull out but Sheila only smiled enjoying my fruitless struggle to escape the responsibilities of being a father. I felt my orgasm coming, I only could say:

“No, Sheila no, please not, don’t make me father, please Sheila”

Sheila felt like me my orgasm coming and she pulled her pelvis up so that I penetrated her completely. It was her total victory. I couldn’t withstand anymore, and I was totally overwhelmed by my orgasm. Her legs tightened around my bottom, and I burst deep inside her. I pumped her full with my baby juice, load after load of my sperms entered her cervix. Ten, eleven, twelve times I released millions of sperms. Sheila didn’t unlock her legs until I collapsed totally exhausted onto her. Then she smiled the biggest smile I ever have seen and said:

“That was great, Andreas. Thank you, my little ex-playboy. Now you have to sleep and relax from your task while I will lie down for half an hour or so in order to be 100% sure that your sperms fertilize an egg.”

Totally exhausted I soon felt asleep beside Sheila. The next morning Sheila waked me up with a strong breakfast and told me:

“I think we made it, Andreas. In nine month you’ll be father!”

The last two weeks of my holidays Sheila didn’t leave my side, and around ten days after this unforgettable night Sheila came to me happier then ever before saying:

“Andreas, I’m so happy. Today I made a test, and I’m pregnant with your child! In nine months we’ll have a little baby, and we’ll be a real family.

Back home nobody believed me when I announced I was going to marry. But three months later the paperwork was done and we married in my hometown. Sheila looked gorgeous in her white wedding dress, and many women looked jealously to this African beauty.

The marriage changed my life totally, especially six months later, when I became father of a little girl we called Lisa, a beautiful Afro-European mix.

Now little Lisa is around 10 months old and Sheila started talking about a second child. I think Sheila won’t have this time so many problems with me to make me father a second time…