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Her African Mistress (Argus)

Her African Mistress by Argus

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I knew, after the wild, dark thrills I had had with Zamile in Washington, I had to accept her invitation to join her in Africa. But I had barely gotten off the plane when Chaka was stripping me and carrying me over his shoulders through her busy household! Zamile soon made it clear she would strip away all my inhibitions, too, as she and any other of her friends and servants she desired, would use my body the way it was meant to be used! It was my destiny, she said, to learn to submit to her will and to surrender my body for the pleasure of others! It was a wild, dark fever dream of shocking, thrilling sexual subjugation, and I was soon adrift on a storm of heat and emotions, completely at her mercy!

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 7 / 2018

No. words: 17500

Style: Fem Dom - F/F, Male Dom - M/F

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Her African Mistress

Before I met Zamile, I hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about sex. I know it's different for men, because that's all they ever seem to think about. But sex was just not that intriguing to me. I'm blonde and attractive, with a well-built, athletic body. As such, sex has always been available any time I felt in the mood.
Mostly, it hadn't been a big deal. It's not like I didn't like sex, but it didn't drive me until I met Zamile and had sex with her. I don't think it was even the fact it was a woman that did it to me. I don't consider myself to be a lesbian. I'm not even really that bisexual. The idea of sex with women is interesting, and not unattractive, but I still prefer, all things being equal, sex with guys.
Zamile wasn't just a woman, she was a tall, powerfully built, incredibly... assertive, confident and commanding woman. She was as black as the ace of spades, an ambassador from Zambia, and a Zulu Chief's daughter. She had kind of taken my breath away when I'd been assigned as her Secret Service bodyguard.
Literally. She'd put her hand around my throat and choked me just to show me she could do it if she wanted. Mind you, I was tied up at the time. But her point was she could harm me if she wanted, and didn't want to.
Zamile... manhandled me, if you will. She used me roughly, forceful, and made my body burn. I didn't quite understand why. She acted like she was a princess and I was a peasant, and I ought to be worshiping her. Which was so arrogant it should have made me laugh. Yet there was something about being overpowered, even if I didn't really resist, that gave me an incredible wild thrill!
She'd spanked me! That should have outraged me, but instead, I'd let her masturbate me to a climax. I'd spent some time wondering what the hell was wrong with me, but in the end I'd just surrendered to the passion and pleasure she'd raised in my body.
But now she'd gone home.
I didn't miss her as a person. I mean, it wasn't like we were girlfriends or anything. Princesses didn't pal around with peasants anyway. But as a lover, she had been by far the best I'd ever had. And I missed that a lot!
I masturbated every night now, thinking about the things we'd done, the things she'd done to me, the things Chaka had done to me...
Chaka, the Zulu warrior, tall, powerfully built, and as black as Zamile. She had let him use me, made me beg to be used, and his cock had pounded me so hard my brain had almost fallen out! God, it had been impossibly intense! I had been sore for days, but it was worth it!
The heat, the wild thrill of it all, had been beyond anything else I'd ever experienced, and my life was so boring now compared to that! I spent some time guarding various other minor foreign dignitaries, and, briefly, a congressman with delusions of grandeur. But it was sooo boring. I just stood around doing nothing all day!
I hadn't joined the secret service last year to guard people. I'd joined it out of college, where I'd taken accounting, to be trained in and involved in financial crimes. I was beginning to suspect they'd stuck me in the protective detail because they had a shortage of female agents.
So here I was, an accountant, with a gun, standing around doorways watching for bad people to attack whoever I was assigned to. Mostly, that never happened. Which left me doing pretty much, uhm, nothing, but standing around.
And reliving those wild days in my mind, those incredible, breathless, shocking, wicked, wanton days where I had done stuff which made my mind squirm, stuff I wouldn't tell anyone about! Got, I had acted like such a slut! It had been... degrading, in a lot of ways. But it had been sooo hot!
Which was why when I got the email from Zamile, I felt as if the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. I felt an instant thrum of excitement as I read the words. She wanted to talk, to Skype. It had to be right after I got off work, because they were several hours ahead of us in Africa.
A part of me felt amazed they even had the technology, but then, that was probably my American arrogance.
So two days later I found myself looking at her in my PC monitor, doing my best to seem as calm and casual as I could with those deep brown, arrogant eyes piercing me again.
“There is my little golden haired girl,” she said in accented English.
She was likely just shy of her mid-thirties. I was twenty two. To my mind, that really didn't make me a little girl, especially since I was fairly tall for a woman, but I wasn't going to argue.
“Hi, Zamile,” I said.
“Me-gan,” she said, stretching out my name. “Have you missed us?”
I wasn't sure if she meant her and Chaka or if it was the 'royal we'.
“Uhm, kind of,” I said, flushing.
“Have you considered what I taught you about where your spirit wished to go?”
“I'm still not sure what you meant,” I said.
She snorted. “And do you still have the present I sent?”
I flushed a bit more, but nodded.
“Show me.”
“Now,” she said, voice hardening.
I hesitated, then got up and went into my bedroom, opened the side table and pulled out the big black dildo which had come in the mail. It had a note saying it was exactly the same as Chaka's 'spear'. I doubted that, but it was certainly long and thick, and very... realistically made.
I brought it back to the front room and sat down, then, blushing, kind of waved it at the camera.
“Hold it up, little girl,” she ordered.
She had this... voice thing going for her. It was a very determined, very insistent voice you hardly thought about disobeying.
So I held the dildo up in my hand, and I remembered the last time we were together, with Chaka driving himself into me while I licked her to orgasm. My pussy thrummed hotly and my nipples tingled within the cups of my bra.
“You did not have time to pleasure Chaka properly when you were with him,” she said. “When you come here, you will have more opportunity.”


Clearly Argus is a master of this genre...but I think this is just not as good as some of his other longer writings...serializing these stories into shorter parts may be economically good for the author but the story just doesn't hang together as well for me...still great BDSM writing and lots of good local color.... 4 out of 5 (Elliott)

Argus is my favourite writer of this genre. He seems to understand the difference between erotic writing and pornography. This book is a good example. However this novel contains a large content of lesbian action, which is not a stimulant for me. If it had been straight black on white M/f I would give it a 5. If you like girl on girl then go for it. 4 out of 5 (Sooty)

Author Information

Argus is a man with long experience and credits in the publishing world. He has had almost two hundred novels published in the United Kingdom and The United States, by such publishers as Beeline, Star, Nexus, Chimera, Silver Moon, and Olympia. He has also been published in dozens of magazines.


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