He pressed the button for the lift, and turned to watch as the two whores clasped the money in both their hand and did a little dance together.
“Z$70 dollars for nothing…crazy white man!” they chuckled and laughed.
The lift doors opened and one of the African women called out to him. He turned and looked at her. She pulled her dress open and laughed.
“Z$50 dollars?” A clear query was in her voice. Her friend peeled with laughter, and they both clung on to each other laughing.
David could see the humour but was glad to get into the lift.
His heart went into his mouth as he pressed button 4. Was he finally going to find his daughter.
The door opened on level 4 and he stepped out. Down the corridor there was a queue of six African men pushing and shoving each other under the stern gaze of a tall African blocking an open door.
He glanced at the room numbers and headed towards the men, who paused to look at the approaching white man. He checked the door numbers. He was approaching room 24. What would he do if they had his daughter in there? Where was Nasam?
There was a commotion and one of the cutest looking young white girls he had ever seen darted out under the arm of the African blocking the door. She was blond, but with straight, silky shoulder length hair. That blond hair framed a heart shaped face. David caught his breath in his throat at her fresh pretty face.
It wasn’t Tammy.
“Francis,” she yelled. “You’re not listening. My parents will be expecting me home!”
She looked about 4’ 6” and was wearing a men’s shirt, and it seemed nothing else. Her legs below the shirt were lithe and shapely. He wondered just how old she was.
The African called Francis glared at her furiously. Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her back into the room. That did not stop the shirt billowing out to reveal the nice full breasts that the whores from the floor below had referred to.
Not too young then, but she certainly looked it.
Francis scowled at the girl then closed the door.
“You don’t understand…I will get in trouble if I’m late!”
Francis looked at the queue of men. There was Z$600 dollars waiting outside and Cindy was not going anywhere until he had it in his hand! Too hell with her parents!
He turned to glare at David Burton as he approached. How much could he charge this white man he wondered? He started getting excited perhaps he could charge this white man a Z$1,000 dollars! Fruit machine numbers started to roll in his head!
David stopped in front of him.
“Get to the back of the queue white man. No queue jumping here! You want to watch you pay me and the African fucking her.”
The Africans in the queue grinned was this a crazy white man willing to pay their £Z100 dollars and bit more beside to watch?
David shook his head appalled again at the den of iniquity he was in. Somewhere in this hell hole he had to find his daughter and get her out!
“No, you don’t understand. I am looking for my daughter.”
“Cindy’s not your daughter white man!”
“I know, I know. I need to find my daughter.”
“Look Mr? either join the queue or leave. You heard the girl Cindy’s parents are expecting her home!”
He laughed and the other Africans in the queue laughed and rubbed their crotches lasciviously.
“Hey! Why you argue with this white guy. It’s my turn and the girl’s waiting!” The Africans chuckled and urged Francis to let him in. They were all eager to get their hands and the girl. Too fuck such a young and pretty white girl while knowing a white man waited his turn behind them would be a great boost to their satisfaction!!
“Ok, Ok, Give me your Z$100 dollars.”
“Z$100 dollars! Give me a break.”
“Z$100 dollars, or clear off and let someone else have a go!”
The African cursed, he seemed to struggle to let the Z$100 out of his hand.
“Z$100 dollars, that’s outrageous, what do I get for my Z$100 dollars.”
“You just saw what you get! You can do what you like for Z$100 dollars.”
“Anything?” He voice sounded disbelieving as he was pushed into the room.
“Yes, anything, just tell her want you want!”
Francis sounded annoyed as he turned to David.
“Look I said join the queue or clear off. You are worrying my customers!”
“Ok you little bitch get down on your knees!” The voice of the African in the room carried clearly to the Africans waiting in the corridor.
There was a sudden indrawn breath in the corridor. Even David found his heart stopping at the image of that pretty young blond on her knees and being given black cock to suck!
“That’s it girl kneel down there. Francis said you will do as I yell you!”
“Ok honey, now lick my arsehole!”
You could hear a pin drop in the corridor.
“Oh…Oh wow…your really doing it….Ooooh, that’s just great!!”
“Urghhh…wowwee!”
David looked at the waiting Africans. They were all looking at him and grinning. He could see the quiet satisfaction in their faces that he was listening to this.
He turned and headed back for the lift.
God! That cute blonde girl was tonguing a black man’s bottom. She was actually doing it! He almost turned back and joined the queue! He had to save his daughter from whatever horrors were befalling her in this hotel!
He entered the lift and pressed button 5.
He almost did not want the doors to open. They did, and he stepped out into the corridor. It seemed empty. He set off down the corridor, listening to sounds of sex coming from the rooms off the corridor. Would he be able to identify his daughter just from the sounds emanating from these rooms?
The lift doors opened and a security guard burst out onto the corridor. He was trying to restrain a large german shepherd dog, which he struggled to restrain. The dog barked at him fiercely. A wail started up in one of the bedrooms. Two more Africans in security uniforms followed him.
The guard yelled at the dog, then yelled at David that he was Ok, but don’t get too close.
They came up the corridor. One of the doors slammed open and an African looked out. David could hear a woman protesting inside. A white woman
“Where you been?”
The Africans in uniform laughed.
“You try to keeping this horny bastard in check!”
“No, please no, not the dog…I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.” There was no doubting it was a white woman’s voice
There was guttural laughter from the room.
The door was at the door now and straining at the leash. It’s tale lashed from side to side. It’s tongue lolled from its mouth.
“Hold her down!”
The leash snapped and the African holding it fell backwards. The dog leaped into the room. The other two guards laughed, and rushed into the room. David noticed they were all armed with sidearms.
“Noooooo…..”
The door slammed shut.
They were armed! David headed for the lift. His daughter was his concern.
He stepped out onto level 6. It was empty. He walked its length. The usual sounds of passion. No voices sounded like Nasam, nor of his friends talking. He could not go bursting into every room.
He looked at the lift buttons 1 to 6.
He returned to the lobby and checked his car. She was not waiting there for him. He ordered another brandy and slumped into the chair in the lobby.
On level 7 Tammy held tightly to the thrusting African above her.
Level 7 was not easy to find. The Africans who took advantage of the facilities on this floor did not like to be disturbed. Certainly they did not expect other guests to wander its corridors.
Hasam Tobi must have weighed 21 stone, but that did not bother Tammy. She was enveloped in his bulk, and loved it! He was so big! His masculinity swapped her, and she loved the smell of him. His awesome size dwarfed her, and she clung to him.
“Fuck me. Oh Fuck me you big bastard I love it!”
Nasam Togbi heaved, wobbled, and thrust. This horny white teenager was just what he need.
She squirmed beneath him and incredibly he could feel her inner muscles squeezing and clamping on his cock. The little honey was so tight. He pushed through the squeezing muscles relishing her enthusiastic wriggles.
It was incredible to think this girl’s white father was waiting in the lobby while he fucked her. It give such an edge to the fucking.
He looked down into her excited sapphire blue eyes.
“You enjoying this honey?”
“Oh God yes. I love it. Fuck me as much as you want!”
Her full breasts rubbed and brushed against his chest and he enjoyed their fullness against him. She reached up and lapped her tongue along the folds of his neck and felt his shudder of delight. She wanted to please this man, this incredible horny man with his thick cock.
She spread her shapely white thighs wide offering total access to her pussy, and his lovely black cock seemed to thrust even deeper.
She moaned her delight.
He grasped those curly blond curls in his pudgy hands, relishing the soft silkiness. Then he used his grip to tilt her head back and lowered his head to kiss. Her lips parted, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Eager to add sensation to sensation.
Her eyes rolled as sensation after sensual sensation seemed to overwhelm her. Her eyes flickered across the room and she noticed Nasam’s associates watching.
Watching and waiting. They were going to be next…
The thought was too much and triggered yet another shivering sensational orgasm.
Nasam felt the quivering shaking of the girl beneath him and recognised the signs of the lovely white woman below him having another orgasm.
It was enough for him and his heavy balls began to pump the sperm.
The girl beneath responded to the hot surge by grabbing his shoulder and wailing her excitement.
He grinned at his waiting henchman, but stayed above the young woman, enjoying her soft curves pressed against him.
“Z$70 dollars for nothing…crazy white man!” they chuckled and laughed.
The lift doors opened and one of the African women called out to him. He turned and looked at her. She pulled her dress open and laughed.
“Z$50 dollars?” A clear query was in her voice. Her friend peeled with laughter, and they both clung on to each other laughing.
David could see the humour but was glad to get into the lift.
His heart went into his mouth as he pressed button 4. Was he finally going to find his daughter.
The door opened on level 4 and he stepped out. Down the corridor there was a queue of six African men pushing and shoving each other under the stern gaze of a tall African blocking an open door.
He glanced at the room numbers and headed towards the men, who paused to look at the approaching white man. He checked the door numbers. He was approaching room 24. What would he do if they had his daughter in there? Where was Nasam?
There was a commotion and one of the cutest looking young white girls he had ever seen darted out under the arm of the African blocking the door. She was blond, but with straight, silky shoulder length hair. That blond hair framed a heart shaped face. David caught his breath in his throat at her fresh pretty face.
It wasn’t Tammy.
“Francis,” she yelled. “You’re not listening. My parents will be expecting me home!”
She looked about 4’ 6” and was wearing a men’s shirt, and it seemed nothing else. Her legs below the shirt were lithe and shapely. He wondered just how old she was.
The African called Francis glared at her furiously. Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her back into the room. That did not stop the shirt billowing out to reveal the nice full breasts that the whores from the floor below had referred to.
Not too young then, but she certainly looked it.
Francis scowled at the girl then closed the door.
“You don’t understand…I will get in trouble if I’m late!”
Francis looked at the queue of men. There was Z$600 dollars waiting outside and Cindy was not going anywhere until he had it in his hand! Too hell with her parents!
He turned to glare at David Burton as he approached. How much could he charge this white man he wondered? He started getting excited perhaps he could charge this white man a Z$1,000 dollars! Fruit machine numbers started to roll in his head!
David stopped in front of him.
“Get to the back of the queue white man. No queue jumping here! You want to watch you pay me and the African fucking her.”
The Africans in the queue grinned was this a crazy white man willing to pay their £Z100 dollars and bit more beside to watch?
David shook his head appalled again at the den of iniquity he was in. Somewhere in this hell hole he had to find his daughter and get her out!
“No, you don’t understand. I am looking for my daughter.”
“Cindy’s not your daughter white man!”
“I know, I know. I need to find my daughter.”
“Look Mr? either join the queue or leave. You heard the girl Cindy’s parents are expecting her home!”
He laughed and the other Africans in the queue laughed and rubbed their crotches lasciviously.
“Hey! Why you argue with this white guy. It’s my turn and the girl’s waiting!” The Africans chuckled and urged Francis to let him in. They were all eager to get their hands and the girl. Too fuck such a young and pretty white girl while knowing a white man waited his turn behind them would be a great boost to their satisfaction!!
“Ok, Ok, Give me your Z$100 dollars.”
“Z$100 dollars! Give me a break.”
“Z$100 dollars, or clear off and let someone else have a go!”
The African cursed, he seemed to struggle to let the Z$100 out of his hand.
“Z$100 dollars, that’s outrageous, what do I get for my Z$100 dollars.”
“You just saw what you get! You can do what you like for Z$100 dollars.”
“Anything?” He voice sounded disbelieving as he was pushed into the room.
“Yes, anything, just tell her want you want!”
Francis sounded annoyed as he turned to David.
“Look I said join the queue or clear off. You are worrying my customers!”
“Ok you little bitch get down on your knees!” The voice of the African in the room carried clearly to the Africans waiting in the corridor.
There was a sudden indrawn breath in the corridor. Even David found his heart stopping at the image of that pretty young blond on her knees and being given black cock to suck!
“That’s it girl kneel down there. Francis said you will do as I yell you!”
“Ok honey, now lick my arsehole!”
You could hear a pin drop in the corridor.
“Oh…Oh wow…your really doing it….Ooooh, that’s just great!!”
“Urghhh…wowwee!”
David looked at the waiting Africans. They were all looking at him and grinning. He could see the quiet satisfaction in their faces that he was listening to this.
He turned and headed back for the lift.
God! That cute blonde girl was tonguing a black man’s bottom. She was actually doing it! He almost turned back and joined the queue! He had to save his daughter from whatever horrors were befalling her in this hotel!
He entered the lift and pressed button 5.
He almost did not want the doors to open. They did, and he stepped out into the corridor. It seemed empty. He set off down the corridor, listening to sounds of sex coming from the rooms off the corridor. Would he be able to identify his daughter just from the sounds emanating from these rooms?
The lift doors opened and a security guard burst out onto the corridor. He was trying to restrain a large german shepherd dog, which he struggled to restrain. The dog barked at him fiercely. A wail started up in one of the bedrooms. Two more Africans in security uniforms followed him.
The guard yelled at the dog, then yelled at David that he was Ok, but don’t get too close.
They came up the corridor. One of the doors slammed open and an African looked out. David could hear a woman protesting inside. A white woman
“Where you been?”
The Africans in uniform laughed.
“You try to keeping this horny bastard in check!”
“No, please no, not the dog…I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.” There was no doubting it was a white woman’s voice
There was guttural laughter from the room.
The door was at the door now and straining at the leash. It’s tale lashed from side to side. It’s tongue lolled from its mouth.
“Hold her down!”
The leash snapped and the African holding it fell backwards. The dog leaped into the room. The other two guards laughed, and rushed into the room. David noticed they were all armed with sidearms.
“Noooooo…..”
The door slammed shut.
They were armed! David headed for the lift. His daughter was his concern.
He stepped out onto level 6. It was empty. He walked its length. The usual sounds of passion. No voices sounded like Nasam, nor of his friends talking. He could not go bursting into every room.
He looked at the lift buttons 1 to 6.
He returned to the lobby and checked his car. She was not waiting there for him. He ordered another brandy and slumped into the chair in the lobby.
On level 7 Tammy held tightly to the thrusting African above her.
Level 7 was not easy to find. The Africans who took advantage of the facilities on this floor did not like to be disturbed. Certainly they did not expect other guests to wander its corridors.
Hasam Tobi must have weighed 21 stone, but that did not bother Tammy. She was enveloped in his bulk, and loved it! He was so big! His masculinity swapped her, and she loved the smell of him. His awesome size dwarfed her, and she clung to him.
“Fuck me. Oh Fuck me you big bastard I love it!”
Nasam Togbi heaved, wobbled, and thrust. This horny white teenager was just what he need.
She squirmed beneath him and incredibly he could feel her inner muscles squeezing and clamping on his cock. The little honey was so tight. He pushed through the squeezing muscles relishing her enthusiastic wriggles.
It was incredible to think this girl’s white father was waiting in the lobby while he fucked her. It give such an edge to the fucking.
He looked down into her excited sapphire blue eyes.
“You enjoying this honey?”
“Oh God yes. I love it. Fuck me as much as you want!”
Her full breasts rubbed and brushed against his chest and he enjoyed their fullness against him. She reached up and lapped her tongue along the folds of his neck and felt his shudder of delight. She wanted to please this man, this incredible horny man with his thick cock.
She spread her shapely white thighs wide offering total access to her pussy, and his lovely black cock seemed to thrust even deeper.
She moaned her delight.
He grasped those curly blond curls in his pudgy hands, relishing the soft silkiness. Then he used his grip to tilt her head back and lowered his head to kiss. Her lips parted, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Eager to add sensation to sensation.
Her eyes rolled as sensation after sensual sensation seemed to overwhelm her. Her eyes flickered across the room and she noticed Nasam’s associates watching.
Watching and waiting. They were going to be next…
The thought was too much and triggered yet another shivering sensational orgasm.
Nasam felt the quivering shaking of the girl beneath him and recognised the signs of the lovely white woman below him having another orgasm.
It was enough for him and his heavy balls began to pump the sperm.
The girl beneath responded to the hot surge by grabbing his shoulder and wailing her excitement.
He grinned at his waiting henchman, but stayed above the young woman, enjoying her soft curves pressed against him.
