He was embarrassed, as well as confused. He found a quite spot on the lobby and settled down with a book he had brought with him. From there he could see the door to the room they were eating.
A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David looked up and was about tom order a pot of tea, then realised how inadequate that seemed. He ordered a double brandy.
Several double brandy’s later he was just as confused, but the drink fogged his mind. It was easier now through a layer of drink to remember the scene of his daughter beneath the corpulent though vigorously thrusting African who had just so politely and courteously kissed her hand.
A scene cursed his mind. A man should not be aroused by the sight of his own daughter being fucked by a randy middle aged fat man. A black man at that, but the sight of his daughter being fucked in his own bed two days ago by the same African now entertaining her to dinner was to overpowering to easily dismiss.
And Tammy?
He recalled her eagerly offering her full, breast to his mouth. His lips taking it, playing with it, and nibbling on pink harness of her nipple. Her body, beneath that black mass, quivering in unmistakable delight as her lithe shapely thighs sought to clamp him to her.
His daughter had been horny, horny as hell, as she squirmed and writhed in his grasp.
A man should not see his own daughter writhe in lust and need beneath a man older than himself….but it made him horny to recall it!
Shame and guilt suffused his thoughts, mixed with a sexual excitement that he struggled and failed to repress. Try as he might he could not dismiss the images of lust and passion, black on white, that he had witnessed.
He swirled the brandy in the glass. Watching the colours flow and change. The waiters he noticed seemed to be clearing the room of plates, glasses, and crockery. Perhaps the meal was over. They were definitely taking unfinished bottles of wine from the room. That must be a sign that the evening was at last over.
He waited for a while. The waiters stopped going to the room, and he waited a bit longer. The door to the private dining room had been left ajar, which seemed unusual.
He rose and went over to the room. If they were finished he could take Tammy home. Though inside himself, he knew he was kidding himself.
He looked in, and found it empty.
He had not seen them leave.
He entered the room and was surprised to see a door on the far wall. He crossed the room, and pulled open the door. He cursed when he saw it led out into another lobby with elevators on the far side.
They had left this way. Taking his daughter with them.
He turned and looked back into the room. He noticed a below the table a white flash of cloth that had not been taken by the waiters. Something pulled him towards it. Bending down to pick it up, it unfolded in his hands.
White lacy panties. They must have been his daughters! He had not realised she wore sexy lingery like this. Had worn such for her meeting with Nasam. He examined it in his hand, embarrassed to realise that panties such as this had hidden little. He imagined them enclosing his daughters loins and how they must have appeared to the four African men that had been in this room.
He shuddered.
Who had taken them off.
Had Nasam’s fat pudgy fingers sought them out beneath her short skirt and pulled them off.
He could hardly imagine him allowing his subordinates to enjoy that pleasure.
He cursed himself for thinking of the pleasure a man would have removing such lacy panties from his lovely blond daughter!
He had to find his daughter before things went to far. African men were the very devils! Nasam would have no hesitation in rewarding his minions by allowing them to enjoy Tammy as well.
Somehow, he had to save her from the worst excesses.
The lift arrived, and he entered and looked at the panel. Six floors! How on earth was he to find her? He pressed the button marked 1.
As the door opened her stepped out on to the hotel corridor. There were black men in the corridor who looked at him in surprise. He realised that he must be in the African wing of the hotel. He braced himself not to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor looking around and listening for his daughter’s voice coming from one of the rooms.
An African further down the corridor pushed himself away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched him carefully. The African saw he had David’s attention and grinned at him.
Then he reached down and rubbed his loins.
“You want some bwana?” he chuckled, miss-stepped and bumped the wall.
“Buy me beer and you can have every inch.”
David Burton reeled backwards disgusted and appalled. He turned and hurried down the corridor. He could hear the African behind him chuckling and following.
He rushed into the lift and pressed button 2.
He stepped out onto floor 2 and desperately looked around. Relieved to find it empty. He watched the door to the lift close behind him, and looked for any sign of a staircase. If that African came up looking for him he wanted a way out.
He moved down the corridor to find a stair, and stopped as he heard a grunt. There were more grunts, and some gasps. He swallowed as he realised he was listening to a couple fucking on the other side of the corridor wall. He paused for a moment. It sounded like only 1 couple. He moved on down the corridor, and soon heard the sound of a frantic desperate eager coupling.
He paused again, could this be his daughter and Nasam and his friends.
He felt embarrassed as he listened to the frantic energetic coupling. He could not imagine Nasam being so energetic.
He moved on, and soon heard the sounds of another coupling. No wonder the single expat staff booked in here had accused it of being a knocking shop!
He walked on to more of the same, guttural laughter, gasping wheezing effort. Feminine squeals and gasps. Each room on the floor seemed to house an eagerly fucking couple. He found no staircase. What would happen if there was a fire?
He returned to the lift. To his relief when the lift doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.
On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some African women chatting together. They grinned as he approached them. One of them opened her dress and showed him her breasts.
“Z$50 dollars” she said. He should not have been startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him.
“OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!”
God she thought he was negotiating. He gathered his thoughts, distracted by the ******* smooth dark flesh in front of him. She was a relatively pretty African woman.
Her friend leaned over and spoke to her, and they both looked at him. Her friend put her arm around the semi-******* African woman and with her free hand caressed the ******* breast.
Then she grinned at David.
“Z$60 dollars yes? You watch, then we both suck suck you!”
“No! No! You don’t understand. I am looking for a white girl!”
“We better than any pale skinned white girl!” they both hooted at him.
The second one unbuttoned her dress ******** a pair of breasts that were fuller and rounder than the 1st *****.
“Z$60 dollars, we do whatever you want…”
David shook his head. He was wasting his time.
He turned away and headed back to the lift.
“Blond white girl?”
David paused. Hope rising!
“Pretty blond white girl?”
David turned and looked at the two African whores.
“You want to find pretty white girl?” She paused, and made a gesture with her hands.
“Nice full breasts?” She jiggled her hands grinning at him.
“Yes, yes, can you tell me where she is?”
The African ***** looked at him, with an assessing look.
“Yes I can tell you where to find her!”
She looked at him, and then stretched out her hand.
“Z$70 dollars,” she demanded thrusting her hand forward. Her friend nudged her sharply, a look of shock on her face. Her head leaned forward and whispered fiercely into her friend’s ear. Her friend ignored her.
“Z$70 dollars!!”
Relieved David reached into his pocket and peeled off Z$70 dollars.
She waved her fingers at him, and he gave her his money. She clasped it tight. Then she grinned and pointed up.
“4 floor 4…room 424.”
Her friend was staring at the money in disbelief. As David turned away he saw them both clasping the money and giggling.
A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David looked up and was about tom order a pot of tea, then realised how inadequate that seemed. He ordered a double brandy.
Several double brandy’s later he was just as confused, but the drink fogged his mind. It was easier now through a layer of drink to remember the scene of his daughter beneath the corpulent though vigorously thrusting African who had just so politely and courteously kissed her hand.
A scene cursed his mind. A man should not be aroused by the sight of his own daughter being fucked by a randy middle aged fat man. A black man at that, but the sight of his daughter being fucked in his own bed two days ago by the same African now entertaining her to dinner was to overpowering to easily dismiss.
And Tammy?
He recalled her eagerly offering her full, breast to his mouth. His lips taking it, playing with it, and nibbling on pink harness of her nipple. Her body, beneath that black mass, quivering in unmistakable delight as her lithe shapely thighs sought to clamp him to her.
His daughter had been horny, horny as hell, as she squirmed and writhed in his grasp.
A man should not see his own daughter writhe in lust and need beneath a man older than himself….but it made him horny to recall it!
Shame and guilt suffused his thoughts, mixed with a sexual excitement that he struggled and failed to repress. Try as he might he could not dismiss the images of lust and passion, black on white, that he had witnessed.
He swirled the brandy in the glass. Watching the colours flow and change. The waiters he noticed seemed to be clearing the room of plates, glasses, and crockery. Perhaps the meal was over. They were definitely taking unfinished bottles of wine from the room. That must be a sign that the evening was at last over.
He waited for a while. The waiters stopped going to the room, and he waited a bit longer. The door to the private dining room had been left ajar, which seemed unusual.
He rose and went over to the room. If they were finished he could take Tammy home. Though inside himself, he knew he was kidding himself.
He looked in, and found it empty.
He had not seen them leave.
He entered the room and was surprised to see a door on the far wall. He crossed the room, and pulled open the door. He cursed when he saw it led out into another lobby with elevators on the far side.
They had left this way. Taking his daughter with them.
He turned and looked back into the room. He noticed a below the table a white flash of cloth that had not been taken by the waiters. Something pulled him towards it. Bending down to pick it up, it unfolded in his hands.
White lacy panties. They must have been his daughters! He had not realised she wore sexy lingery like this. Had worn such for her meeting with Nasam. He examined it in his hand, embarrassed to realise that panties such as this had hidden little. He imagined them enclosing his daughters loins and how they must have appeared to the four African men that had been in this room.
He shuddered.
Who had taken them off.
Had Nasam’s fat pudgy fingers sought them out beneath her short skirt and pulled them off.
He could hardly imagine him allowing his subordinates to enjoy that pleasure.
He cursed himself for thinking of the pleasure a man would have removing such lacy panties from his lovely blond daughter!
He had to find his daughter before things went to far. African men were the very devils! Nasam would have no hesitation in rewarding his minions by allowing them to enjoy Tammy as well.
Somehow, he had to save her from the worst excesses.
The lift arrived, and he entered and looked at the panel. Six floors! How on earth was he to find her? He pressed the button marked 1.
As the door opened her stepped out on to the hotel corridor. There were black men in the corridor who looked at him in surprise. He realised that he must be in the African wing of the hotel. He braced himself not to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor looking around and listening for his daughter’s voice coming from one of the rooms.
An African further down the corridor pushed himself away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched him carefully. The African saw he had David’s attention and grinned at him.
Then he reached down and rubbed his loins.
“You want some bwana?” he chuckled, miss-stepped and bumped the wall.
“Buy me beer and you can have every inch.”
David Burton reeled backwards disgusted and appalled. He turned and hurried down the corridor. He could hear the African behind him chuckling and following.
He rushed into the lift and pressed button 2.
He stepped out onto floor 2 and desperately looked around. Relieved to find it empty. He watched the door to the lift close behind him, and looked for any sign of a staircase. If that African came up looking for him he wanted a way out.
He moved down the corridor to find a stair, and stopped as he heard a grunt. There were more grunts, and some gasps. He swallowed as he realised he was listening to a couple fucking on the other side of the corridor wall. He paused for a moment. It sounded like only 1 couple. He moved on down the corridor, and soon heard the sound of a frantic desperate eager coupling.
He paused again, could this be his daughter and Nasam and his friends.
He felt embarrassed as he listened to the frantic energetic coupling. He could not imagine Nasam being so energetic.
He moved on, and soon heard the sounds of another coupling. No wonder the single expat staff booked in here had accused it of being a knocking shop!
He walked on to more of the same, guttural laughter, gasping wheezing effort. Feminine squeals and gasps. Each room on the floor seemed to house an eagerly fucking couple. He found no staircase. What would happen if there was a fire?
He returned to the lift. To his relief when the lift doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.
On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some African women chatting together. They grinned as he approached them. One of them opened her dress and showed him her breasts.
“Z$50 dollars” she said. He should not have been startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him.
“OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!”
God she thought he was negotiating. He gathered his thoughts, distracted by the ******* smooth dark flesh in front of him. She was a relatively pretty African woman.
Her friend leaned over and spoke to her, and they both looked at him. Her friend put her arm around the semi-******* African woman and with her free hand caressed the ******* breast.
Then she grinned at David.
“Z$60 dollars yes? You watch, then we both suck suck you!”
“No! No! You don’t understand. I am looking for a white girl!”
“We better than any pale skinned white girl!” they both hooted at him.
The second one unbuttoned her dress ******** a pair of breasts that were fuller and rounder than the 1st *****.
“Z$60 dollars, we do whatever you want…”
David shook his head. He was wasting his time.
He turned away and headed back to the lift.
“Blond white girl?”
David paused. Hope rising!
“Pretty blond white girl?”
David turned and looked at the two African whores.
“You want to find pretty white girl?” She paused, and made a gesture with her hands.
“Nice full breasts?” She jiggled her hands grinning at him.
“Yes, yes, can you tell me where she is?”
The African ***** looked at him, with an assessing look.
“Yes I can tell you where to find her!”
She looked at him, and then stretched out her hand.
“Z$70 dollars,” she demanded thrusting her hand forward. Her friend nudged her sharply, a look of shock on her face. Her head leaned forward and whispered fiercely into her friend’s ear. Her friend ignored her.
“Z$70 dollars!!”
Relieved David reached into his pocket and peeled off Z$70 dollars.
She waved her fingers at him, and he gave her his money. She clasped it tight. Then she grinned and pointed up.
“4 floor 4…room 424.”
Her friend was staring at the money in disbelief. As David turned away he saw them both clasping the money and giggling.
