The Plans For The Safari : Chapter 6

In my last story we arrived at the Hyatt Regency at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we did our thing and fell asleep. We slept most of the day, we were both Exhausted. We did wake up once, around twelve and ordered a small lunch, then fell right back to sleep. It was about five that evening when the telephone rang and I answered it.

It was Ammon's son, he said, "My name is Abioye (we found out later it meant the son of royalty), I would like to take you out to dinner this evening. My dad has told me a lot about you and your wife and the safari that you wish to go on. I have a great restaurant where we can meet, It is real close to where you are staying. The name of it is dar es salaam restaurant, they have great food and live music.

(I had my phone on speaker and Brandi is shaking her head yes) I said, "My wife has been listening to our conversation and she definitely wants to go. What time should we meet you there?"

Abioye answered, "I will make reservations for eight, I know the owner. When you arrive just give the maître de my name and he will seat you."

I said him, "Thank you, we would see him at eight." I had no idea of what was going to happen that evening. One thing I did know, I do not trust anyone. I had brought with me four movie cameras that worked on sound and movement. I really wanted to see if anyone came into our room while we were out. They were no larger than a fifty cent peace and they could be hidden where nobody would notice them. Brandi had no idea that I was doing this. While she was taking her shower, I placed them so I could see everything that happened in the front room and the bedroom.

We were ready to go at seven forty. Brandi had put on a white skirt that was three inches above her knees. A powder blue long sleeve blouse that buttoned up the front, every button looked like it was about ready to pop open. She also wore a pair of four inch heels. I wore a light sweater and a pair of slacks. The restraint was a block away from our hotel, we decided to walk. When we arrived we were seated, by the maître de.

Ten minutes later Abioye walked in. He was one of the most elegant men I have ever met. He was six foot two, his weight was two fifteen or so. He had on a two thousand dollar suit, he was just class to the max. He reached out and shook my hand and bent down and kissed Brandi's hand. He said, "Have you ordered yet?"

I replied, "We thought we would wait for you, since you know the customs."

He called the waiter over and spoke in perfect Swahili, "The lady would like a Konyagi mixed with mango's and for the gentleman a Safari and I will order the food later."

We had no idea, what we were about to drink. When the drinks arrived, I said to Abioye, "What is it that you have ordered us?"

"You have got a beer and Brandi has a gin with a sweet fruit. I hope you like them?"

Brandi replied, "This is very good and I know Alan likes any kind of beer. So tell us about your safaris and what you have planned for us. Your dad talked highly of you, I think he is pretty proud."

"My dad was very impressed with you, I am doing this as a favor to him. I had to do a lot of changes in my bookings. My dad told me you were going to be her for eleven days. It is going to be a least three days before I, personally can get to you. I am booked up at least a year in advanced. If this is okay with you, I have set your safaris to starting tomorrow for two days, with one of my guides. Then you will have one day just to lay around here in Tanzania and see the sights. I will take you on a six day safari to a village that few white people have ever seen. This will be very expensive, what do you think?"

"That sounds fine to me, anything for my wife. If I have to ask how much it cost, I can't afford it. Let's go ahead and do it."

While we were setting there talking, Brandi kept moving her head back and forth, like she was in pain. She finally said, "My neck is killing me, I must have slept wrong last night."

Abioye went ahead and ordered dinner. He ordered a stew, which was called Nyama choma (barbecued meat) and all the local vegetables. It turned out to be very good. After eating, Abioye ordered another round of drinks and said, "Folks I have to leave, I have other appointments to tonight. I will send the papers over tomorrow morning for you to sign. Brandi I have a young masseuse that works for me. I would be glad to give him a call and he could be at your hotel tonight at ten."

Brandi looked at me and I nodded my head yes. She said to Abioye, "That sounds really great, I could use that."

"The masseuse that I will send over is named Baako. I really have enjoyed the short time we have spent together. I will give Baako a call on my way to my next meeting, just make sure you are there by ten."

After Abioye left, Brandi said, "I could use one more drink." (she was starting to slur her words and I was feeling no pain). We sat there and had our drinks and left at nine forty-five. We had not been back to hotel for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, the guy standing there, introduced himself as Baako.

He said, "Abioye has sent me over to give Brandi a massage. I have my table and all my creams on the first floor, should I bring them up?"

"Sure, why don't you go get it the stuff and I will tell Brandi that you are here." After he left I went into the bedroom where Brandi was, she was out like a light. I leaned down and kissed her and told her Baako was here.

"Wow, I must have fallen asleep. Is Baako good looking?"

"He is young, he might be all of twenty-one. He is about five-eight, one-hundred and sixty pounds and very muscular."

I had left the door open, so he could get back in. We went into the other room and he had everything set up. He handed Brandi a robe and said, "Take everything off and change into this. While you are doing that I have to use the restroom." Brandi went into the bedroom and did what he asked.

I gave Brandi a kiss and went back into the bedroom. It was time to turn my computer on and watch the show.

When Baako came out of the restroom, he had changed into a silk robe, it fell right at his knees and tied in the front. He said to Brandi, "Lye on your stomach and put your face in the donut and I will begin the massage. First I am going to remove your robe and place towels over your private areas. If you feel uncomfortable with any place that I might touch, please let me know.

I am now watching, on my computer, a black man removing my wife's robe. He then put a large towel across her ass that covered her wet pussy. All I could see was the back of her legs. At that moment my camera light blinks red, giving me the warning that the battery is low, I have an hour of filming left. (I Know he saw the blink, he was looking right at it, he knew I was watching). I have the biggest hard on, seeing my Brandi in this position. The anticipation of my beautiful wife being touch by this young black man is overwhelming. I am about ready to get off.

Baako starts at her feet, applying lotion, he is massaging each toe. He gently picks her foot up and kisses each one of her toes. He is spreading lotion on the back of Brandi's sexy legs. He then starts messaging her thighs, working up to the bottom of her ass. He lightly runs his finger across the lips of her hot pussy, just for a brief second he stops and plays with her clit. I could hear Brandi moan, as she lifts her ass up, to meet his fingers (I know he was just teasing her, to see what kind of reaction he would get and of course he got the one he wanted). He finished massaging her thighs and her calves.

He walked up to the front of the table and untied the front of his robe, I could see this enormous black cock. Brandi still had her face in the donut. He was standing right in front of her ,with that cock right under her face. Baako is messaging Brandi's neck and shoulders. Brandi's hands go under the donut and she puts both of them around his cock (a big smile comes over his face, like I got your fucking white bitch, keep watching). I watch his hands go to the sides of her boobs and he runs his hands under her body, playing with her tits. He says to Brandi, "Turn over!"

Brandi rolls on to her back still holding on to his cock, as he walks around to the side of the bed (I said to myself, "There goes the message."). He leans down and puts his lips on hers and she hungrily puts her tongue in his mouth. She takes one hand off his cock and puts on the back of his head. I could see her fingernails digging into the his head. He brakes the kiss and his mouth goes to her tits and he starts sucking on her red nipple. Brandi spits on her hand and starts jacking him. His cock had to be a good ten inches.

What was really beautiful at this point, was my wife's small white hands wrapped half way around this gigantic black cock and she was jacking him off (Oh, what I forgot to tell you, I had gotten off once and was I hard again. This was the most unbelievable site). He ran his hand to my wife's shaven pussy and spread her pink lips apart. I could see the wetness as he ran two fingers inside of her. He must of hit her "G" spot as soon as he got in. Brandi started going crazy, all she could say was, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" She started spraying all over his arm.

He immediately climbed on the table and put his lips on her pussy and started licking it. I could see her juices running down his chin. He was facing the camera and he looked up at and winked. Brandi started screaming, "Put that cock in me." Inch be inch I watched that big cock go into my wife. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to go out there, with my puny eight inches ready to go to work.

When I got out there Baako was raised up on his hands driving his cock deep inside of my wife. I went right for Brandi's face and I put my tongue in her mouth, she tried to devour me she was so horny . She put her hands on my face and said, "I love you, I love you, it feels so good, I am getting off, oh , oh, oh, so good she was screaming. At that moment, I could see her body jerking, he was getting off inside of her. Baako got off the table and smiled at me.

I said to her, "Get on your knees," Brandi rolled over and got on her knees and I came in from behind. As my cock went into my wife, I felt Baako cum running down the inside of my leg. Brandi was really sloppy, but as soon as she felt my large cock she tightened her muscles up and it felt like soft vice squeezing around my cock. Baako walked around to the front of Brandi and his cock was already hard. Brandi put her lips on it and started licking the cum off of it. I had my hands on her hips and was driving my cock in and out real fast, like a mad man. At one point she had his cock in her mouth and I thought she was going to bite it off. I don't have to tell you this but I will. It took me about ten minutes to get off and when I did I exploited.

Baako said to me, "May I have her for a short time. She is the first white woman I have ever been with, I just want to hold her."

"Sure go ahead, I will go back in the bedroom."

As soon as I left the room, Baako took her hand and led her over to the couch. He said, "Brandy you are so beautiful I just want to touch you and hold you, would that be alright?"

They were standing in front of the couch and Brandi put her arms around him, kissing him on the lips. She said, " I am really tired but for you a short time. They sat down on the couch and made out, he sucked her tits and stuck his fingers back inside of her. Yes, yes, Brandi got off again.

After that, Baako got up, got his table and the other stuff he brought. Brandi walked him to the door and kissed him good bye. Brandi then jumped into the shower and was in bed asleep in twenty minutes.

The morning after, our hotel phone started ringing, I looked over at the clock and it was seven o'clock. I sad, "Who in the hell is calling at this time of the morning." I reached out and answered the phone. It was Ellen, Brandi's friend.

She said, " Alan I really need to talk to Brandi, its really important." I handed the phone to Brandi.

She took the phone and said, "Hello, she started screaming, no, no, no, this can't happen. We will be there as soon as we can book a flight." She hung up, she was crying hysterically. All I could do was to put my arm around her and try to comfort her. I had no idea, I thought maybe her folks had died. She went on like this for about fifteen minutes.

Finally she said, "I should have told you this a long time ago, I just couldn't find the courage. I love you so much and I didn't want you to think bad of me.

I said, "Tell me, I love you, nothing you could say would ever change that."

She answered, "I can't put it off anymore I have to tell you. Before I met you, when I was seventeen I got pregnant. You know how my folks are? They would not except the baby, they forced me into having it adopted. I was sent to live with an aunt in another state, so they would not be embarrassed, in front of their friends. I did not know how to approach you, we never talked about children. I was scared to death to bring it up to you.

"So what caused all this reaction now?"

Ellen said, "That she was in our house last night at six (Tanzania is eleven hours ahead of California time, so it would have been five am here, just two hours ago). There was a nock on the door and she answered it. There stood a young man asking for Brandi. He looked like he was starving to death and his clothes were real ragged. He told her who he was and what he wanted. I had told Ellen about my life, she knew who he was. He told her that his parents had been killed in a car wreck, a year ago. He had been put in a foster home and did not get along. He had found papers in his mother's safe deposit box, telling who I was and a general location on where I was living.

I immediately got on the phone and made reservations and we were on our way home. I also called and cancelled our safari trips.

Authors notes: In my next story, I will pick this up when we get home to California.