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Monday, 27th August 2012
Washington National Airport (DCA) — Charleston International Airport (CHS)
05:40pm - 07:14pm.
He got delayed leaving Ronald Reagan National airport. That was to be expected; he had an additional thirty minutes to wait. The white couple down in Charleston, S.C., we're expecting him. He gave them a call and sent the wife an erotic text message saying he'd be with her soon. Only a matter of time.
He sat in the lounge area, took a novel out of his knapsack bag and read while his eyes periodically checked the time on his watch to make sure he wasn't going to miss his flight; the time on his wristwatch was still tuned one hour ahead of Greenwich - Nigerian time. He always thought of home whenever he was alone. His eyes scanned the people walking past him in the airport. He never failed to notice especially the women. In his mind he played a little game where he assigned them a history. Whether he was right or wrong didn't bother him, it was his game after all.
Here came this tall, lanky blonde. Thin jawline in black skirt and blouse pulling a bag behind her. Looked like a secretary. Looked somewhat stuck-up ... But who knows. Who really knows what a freak she just might be. He sat there and for his own amusement tried to picture the sex life of some of the couples who came and went past him. There were college kids in shorts and halter tops chatting on their phones or to their friends, there were alone women who sat down with a book in hand or an eReader, there were mothers playing with their kids and others there with their men beside them. He tried to imagine what the women would be like in bed with their men ... but also what they would be like in bed with him.
There came the announcement and he had time to send the couple a last text message letting them know he was about boarding his flight before heading towards the checkout gate. He buckled himself into his seat and glanced out the aisle window at the sight that was an cool evening in Washington D.C. Minutes later his plane ran down the runway and roared into the sky.
The journey lasted two hours; it felt like forty minutes. The sky was deep purple when his flight came back down to earth and taxied down the runway towards it's replanting spot and the pilot came on the mike and on behalf of US Airways welcomed him and the other passengers to Charleston, South Carolina. He got his bag out the overhead compartment and joined the crowd in leaving the belly of the plane and stepped into the airport.
The wife's hubby was waiting for him as he left the baggage-claim area and they shook hands. He hubby - Adam, his name is - welcomed him to Charleston and helped him with his knapsack as they strolled into the airport's lounge area which was starting to close down. His wife, Sally, was waiting for both of them there. She wore a purple dress and white stockings; inside the car he would discover she wore nothing underneath. She hugged him. They shared a kiss - Welcome, darling, she said to him. They took a snapshot together in the airport lounge before leaving the building.
Their car was waiting in the parking lot - a discreet-looking van. He and the wife slid into the backseat with her skirt riding up her thigh and giving him an eye-full of her nakedness underneath - which was how he'd told her previously to be dressed for him - while her husband went into the front and started the car and then drove out of the airport's parking lot.
The car had tinted windows so no one outside could see what was happening inside. Though he would much have preferred that others saw what was happening.
He pulled the wife into his arms and they immediately kissed. The kiss was strong and passionate, the sort lovers would give when having being away from each other for so long a time. She slid her tongue in and out of his mouth and he too did the same to her. He reached for her thigh and rode it upwards and felt her naked flesh underneath and she was wet and anxious for him and wouldn't stop moaning as he rubbed his thumb and index finger over the warm surface that was her labia. She twitched in his arms like she'd been goosed. She groaned as they kissed, pressing herself into his arms, giving herself totally to him. She moaned and whispered how much she'd been longing to have him; he said to same to her.
Their hands groped and held and caressed each other as their thighs rubbed together. She sat on top of him. He held up her purple dress and slapped slapped a fleshy bottom; she groaned from it. His cock pressed against his jeans wanting to be let loose. He made her lie on the backseat and came down from it, holding her legs wide apart. His only source of light in the car was the numerous street lights with their fluorescent bulbs they passed along the way. He sank his lips on her pussy and she cried so loud and pressed down on his head as his tongue invaded her treasure zone. Her body shook all over. He hummed to himself as his tongue found her clitoris and flicked it like he would a light switch. She shrieked and squirted over his face. He didn't pull away; he lapped up her love juice and poured some of it down into her cunt and licked it back up again. Her husband checked on them repeated as he drove, asking if they were having any fun; the wife could barely reply as she was panting like one out of breath. Still she kept on screaming inside the confines of the car and still squirting as he sucked on her pussy.
They got to a red light and then he stopped and sat on the chair while she remained on her back and fought down her moans to get her voice back, laughing and amazed at what he'd done to her in so little a time. She wanted to repay the favor. She undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his thigh and jockey shorts and freed his cock out. By now her dress had fallen down to her waistline and her hair looked a mess but she didn't care. She blew on his cock and then sucked on the helmet tip before slipping her mouth down to take more of him. She murmured to him between breaks as she sucked his prick.
'—such a lovely black cock ...'
'—wanting your black master cock for so long ...'
'—going to tell my friends about you ... Hmmmm ... Make them jealous too ...'
Her head bobbed up and down between his legs. Her lips made slurping sounds as if she was munching on an ice cream. The red light turned green and her husband drove on. He switched on the front interior lights and got a view of his lovely wife concentrating on pleasing her Black Master while she fingered her pussy.
They made a stop at a restaurant to get her lover something to eat as it had been a long journey for him. Sally wore back her dress and tied her thick brunette hair in a knot while he returned his black prick behind his shorts and zipped back his jeans and buckled his belt back. Adam waited for them to finished dressing up before they stepped out of the car and crossed the wide parking space towards the restaurant. The husband led the way while the wife and her lover held each other's hands and followed.
Such was how Master SHANGO spent his first two hours in Charleston.
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Monday, 27th August 2012
Washington National Airport (DCA) — Charleston International Airport (CHS)
05:40pm - 07:14pm.
He got delayed leaving Ronald Reagan National airport. That was to be expected; he had an additional thirty minutes to wait. The white couple down in Charleston, S.C., we're expecting him. He gave them a call and sent the wife an erotic text message saying he'd be with her soon. Only a matter of time.
He sat in the lounge area, took a novel out of his knapsack bag and read while his eyes periodically checked the time on his watch to make sure he wasn't going to miss his flight; the time on his wristwatch was still tuned one hour ahead of Greenwich - Nigerian time. He always thought of home whenever he was alone. His eyes scanned the people walking past him in the airport. He never failed to notice especially the women. In his mind he played a little game where he assigned them a history. Whether he was right or wrong didn't bother him, it was his game after all.
Here came this tall, lanky blonde. Thin jawline in black skirt and blouse pulling a bag behind her. Looked like a secretary. Looked somewhat stuck-up ... But who knows. Who really knows what a freak she just might be. He sat there and for his own amusement tried to picture the sex life of some of the couples who came and went past him. There were college kids in shorts and halter tops chatting on their phones or to their friends, there were alone women who sat down with a book in hand or an eReader, there were mothers playing with their kids and others there with their men beside them. He tried to imagine what the women would be like in bed with their men ... but also what they would be like in bed with him.
There came the announcement and he had time to send the couple a last text message letting them know he was about boarding his flight before heading towards the checkout gate. He buckled himself into his seat and glanced out the aisle window at the sight that was an cool evening in Washington D.C. Minutes later his plane ran down the runway and roared into the sky.
The journey lasted two hours; it felt like forty minutes. The sky was deep purple when his flight came back down to earth and taxied down the runway towards it's replanting spot and the pilot came on the mike and on behalf of US Airways welcomed him and the other passengers to Charleston, South Carolina. He got his bag out the overhead compartment and joined the crowd in leaving the belly of the plane and stepped into the airport.
The wife's hubby was waiting for him as he left the baggage-claim area and they shook hands. He hubby - Adam, his name is - welcomed him to Charleston and helped him with his knapsack as they strolled into the airport's lounge area which was starting to close down. His wife, Sally, was waiting for both of them there. She wore a purple dress and white stockings; inside the car he would discover she wore nothing underneath. She hugged him. They shared a kiss - Welcome, darling, she said to him. They took a snapshot together in the airport lounge before leaving the building.
Their car was waiting in the parking lot - a discreet-looking van. He and the wife slid into the backseat with her skirt riding up her thigh and giving him an eye-full of her nakedness underneath - which was how he'd told her previously to be dressed for him - while her husband went into the front and started the car and then drove out of the airport's parking lot.
The car had tinted windows so no one outside could see what was happening inside. Though he would much have preferred that others saw what was happening.
He pulled the wife into his arms and they immediately kissed. The kiss was strong and passionate, the sort lovers would give when having being away from each other for so long a time. She slid her tongue in and out of his mouth and he too did the same to her. He reached for her thigh and rode it upwards and felt her naked flesh underneath and she was wet and anxious for him and wouldn't stop moaning as he rubbed his thumb and index finger over the warm surface that was her labia. She twitched in his arms like she'd been goosed. She groaned as they kissed, pressing herself into his arms, giving herself totally to him. She moaned and whispered how much she'd been longing to have him; he said to same to her.
Their hands groped and held and caressed each other as their thighs rubbed together. She sat on top of him. He held up her purple dress and slapped slapped a fleshy bottom; she groaned from it. His cock pressed against his jeans wanting to be let loose. He made her lie on the backseat and came down from it, holding her legs wide apart. His only source of light in the car was the numerous street lights with their fluorescent bulbs they passed along the way. He sank his lips on her pussy and she cried so loud and pressed down on his head as his tongue invaded her treasure zone. Her body shook all over. He hummed to himself as his tongue found her clitoris and flicked it like he would a light switch. She shrieked and squirted over his face. He didn't pull away; he lapped up her love juice and poured some of it down into her cunt and licked it back up again. Her husband checked on them repeated as he drove, asking if they were having any fun; the wife could barely reply as she was panting like one out of breath. Still she kept on screaming inside the confines of the car and still squirting as he sucked on her pussy.
They got to a red light and then he stopped and sat on the chair while she remained on her back and fought down her moans to get her voice back, laughing and amazed at what he'd done to her in so little a time. She wanted to repay the favor. She undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his thigh and jockey shorts and freed his cock out. By now her dress had fallen down to her waistline and her hair looked a mess but she didn't care. She blew on his cock and then sucked on the helmet tip before slipping her mouth down to take more of him. She murmured to him between breaks as she sucked his prick.
'—such a lovely black cock ...'
'—wanting your black master cock for so long ...'
'—going to tell my friends about you ... Hmmmm ... Make them jealous too ...'
Her head bobbed up and down between his legs. Her lips made slurping sounds as if she was munching on an ice cream. The red light turned green and her husband drove on. He switched on the front interior lights and got a view of his lovely wife concentrating on pleasing her Black Master while she fingered her pussy.
They made a stop at a restaurant to get her lover something to eat as it had been a long journey for him. Sally wore back her dress and tied her thick brunette hair in a knot while he returned his black prick behind his shorts and zipped back his jeans and buckled his belt back. Adam waited for them to finished dressing up before they stepped out of the car and crossed the wide parking space towards the restaurant. The husband led the way while the wife and her lover held each other's hands and followed.
Such was how Master SHANGO spent his first two hours in Charleston.
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