The couple stepped out of the room a half hour later looking and feeling different from when they’d arrived at the airport. Having signed the “Cuckold Agreement” document, Olu Shango had summoned back the security men and spoke to them in Yoruba to get rid of the cocaine, repack the couple’s bags, and procure for the husband the next available flight to Port Harcourt as soon as possible.

The next scheduled flight to Port Harcourt wasn’t leaving for the next two hours. Olu basked in happiness as it afforded him enough time to insert himself further into the couple’s life. He booked Arnold a ticket and then steered them towards a cafeteria, wanting to buy them an early lunch. He told Arnold’s wife Becca to sit beside him, as she was now his designated property. She was deemed to obey his every instruction and never to ask questions or look at her husband for soliciting help. Becca glanced at her husband and didn’t see any hint of revolt in his eyes.

Into his BMW they went with Becca sitting beside him in the front while Arnold occupied the backseat alone. Olu drove his car into one of such lavish homes. The large gate came open for him to drive in, circling the round driveway that cut through a well-kept lawn before coming to a stop in front of the twin glass doors of the mansion. Becca and Arnold came down from the vehicle, taking in the sight of the house and wondered on whose pay was he able to afford such an impressive structure. Neither of them bothered to ask the most important question — what exactly where they doing here?

Olu led them into his home, and from there up the stairs and into his large bedroom.

He told Becca to sit on the bed while to Arnold he indicated a chair by the other side of the room. They watched in silence as first he took of his jacket and shoes, then began unbuttoning his shirt. There was a state-of-the-art stereo and DVD system on a cabinet facing the king-sized bed, above which stood a wide-screen LCD TV. Olu finished taking off his clothes till there remained his pair of boxer shorts, standing. Both Becca and Arnold’s eyes though were embarrassingly fixated on the ample jutting of his erection from behind his shorts. It strained through the fabric looking like the world’s strongest tent pole.

Olu noticed their eyes ogling him and it brought a smile to his lips. He thought he would play with them for a while before deciding to whip it out.

“Becca, come to me.”

Becca glanced at her husband, afraid of what was about to happen. Olu saw where her eyes went and once again burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry about Arnold watching — he’s going to be a good boy. It’s why I want him to sit in on this.” He turned to glare at her husband. “You are going to be good, aren’t you, Arnold?” it sounded more like a statement than a question.

Arnold nodded his head in defeatism; he resembled a shadow of his former self.

“That’s a good boy.” He returned his gaze to Becca and crocked a finger at her, his voice turned seductive. “Come over here, Becca. Don’t be shy; I swear I won’t bite.”

Becca rose from the bed and slowly approached him. Olu leaned his face over the side of her neck and inhaled her musky-scented perfume. He pulled her body towards his and kissed her clavicle. Olu kissed her neck all the way to her ear lobe while his hands went on squeezing the round, soft globe of flesh that was her ass. Becca couldn’t control herself from not responding to the effect of his kisses and groping. She looked at the lonely figure that was her husband seated a few feet from them and shut her eyes. Olu brought his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, smacking her lips in a kiss. Becca felt suddenly light-headed. Never had she made love to a black man before. Not once had the thought ever come to her about travelling thousands of miles to Africa just so she could get a taste of one.

Her hands felt over his body while they kissed, feeling over his muscles. One of her hands slid downward into his shorts to cup his erection, thus getting another awaiting surprise. The surprise this time was so immediate she pulled her lips off Olu’s and pushed down his boxers to get a good look at what he was packing.

“Oh my God!” she gasped at the enormity of his thick black cock. “Arnold . . . would you look at this!”

“Yeah, Arnold, come look at what your wife here just found out,” he laughed harshly as Arnold half rose from where he sat and his mouth too came unhinged when he got a good view of the size of his prick.

Olu winked at his wife and said, “I’ll bet Arnold’s tiny pecker is nothing compared to this, right?”

“Truly, no,” Becca blurted before she even realized she had, and then felt immediately embarrassed for having admitted the truth. “My God, is this cock for real?”

He looked at her as if she were the dumbest creature ever. “Of course it’s real, you stupid bitch! You’re holding it in your hand, aren’t you?”

Indeed she was, and stroking it too. Feeling her hand slid back and forth over its membranous skin as a dose of pre-cum juice poured out of its purple-coloured head. Her body was already starting to react towards the sight of the black cock, so too was her pussy which surprisingly was getting her cunt lips wet with excitement.

“Well, don’t stand there looking too long at it, bitch!” he barked at her. Becca made a whiny noise as he grabbed the back of her hair and roughly bent her down towards his abdomen. “Put your mouth on get to work, bitch! Time’s a-wasting, and I’ve got other stuff to do.”

Becca held onto his waist while his cock dangled and smacked her face; her nostrils inhaled its enticing scent. She wrapped her lips around the bulging purple head of his cock and gradually widened it to take him inch by inch into her mouth. Olu went on forcing her head down on him, wanting her to take as much of his cock as she could, while his other hand pulled up her skirt and went ahead finger-fucking her wet cunt from behind her panties.

“Yeah,” Olu murmured. “That’s how you suck a black cock. Ohhh yeah . . . that’s it, bitch, suck that cock like you want it. As you’re going to be my sex slave, and me being your slave master, I’m going to teach you all about handling black cock. Go on, get down on your knees and keep sucking me.”

Becca did as told, knelt before him, and now wrapped both hands around his shaft and kept on sucking him. Olu swept back her lock of blonde hair that kept falling over her face.

“You enjoying yourself, Becca?” he asked her. “You loving that black cock?”

“Oh yes, Olu,” she gasped with excitement. “I’m really loving it!”

Olu shouted at her: “Bitch! Don’t you ever again call me by my name!” he pulled her to her feet, bent her over and gave her ass a good smack, and then another, making her howl. He pulled her head up and gazed angrily into her eyes. “Don’t ever refer to me by my first name anymore. From now on, you and your man will both address me as Master Shango, your black master. Got that, bitch!”

“Yes!” Becca cried out. “YES, I’VE GOT IT! I’VE GOT IT, MASTER!”

Arnold then made an attempt to rise. “Now hold on here, Olu, this has gone way too — ”

Olu pushed Becca aside and approached him. Without a word, he pulled Arnold up by his shirt collar and rammed a fist into his gut. Arnold gave a loud grunt and fell to the floor, hugging the spot where he’d just been punched. Olu pulled him to his feet and dropped him back on his chair. He looked at him like one would look at an insect before squashing it.

“Don’t you dare interrupt my lesson, Arnold,” he said to him coldly. “Ever again, don’t you dare do that. And the next time you refer to me by anything other than the name I just gave you, consider our deal off and you and your wife here will rot in my prison. And I’ll see to it that your ass and hers gets beaten and gang-raped on a steady basis every week. Do you get me, white boy?”

“Yes . . . yes . . . I do,” Arnold answered between moans, still clutching his stomach.

“Yes, what?”

Arnold got the hint. “Yes, I do, Master Shango. My black master.”

The scowl that was on Olu’s face went away as fast as it had appeared when Arnold said what he’d wanted to hear, bringing the smile back to his face. “Good. That’s very good what you said. You’re learning quickly, white boy. Now, where was I? Ah, yes!” he returned to where Becca was, still kneeling for his return. Surprisingly, his cock was still as hard. She stroked it before reintroducing it back into her mouth.

“Yeah . . . that’s a good bitch. You and your man are going to learn how to respect black cock from now on.” Then he looked up at Arnold. “Matter of fact, why don’t you bring your white boy ass over here and show us what you can do with that big mouth of yours.”

If Arnold understood what Olu actually meant, it took his body a moment to respond. Olu flashed his eyes at him and said: “Hustle it up, white boy! Get your ass here and get a taste of this black cock!”

As if he were stuck in a dream, Arnold rose to his feet unsteadily and came to kneel beside his wife. Becca paid him no attention; her concentration was bent on sucking the life out of her black master’s cock.

“Becca, slow down now,” said Olu. “Let white boy here get a taste. Now Arnold, I want you to take that cock in your mouth like a good boy and start sucking it. And you’d better do a fine job of it too, or your ass is in trouble, you hear me?”

Arnold didn’t need a reminder to that. Becca gave her master’s cock one last kiss before passing it over to him. “Go ahead, honey. Make me proud.”

He shut his eyes and opened his mouth to receive the black master’s cock. He stuck his tongue out and took a first taste of its leathery skin just as Olu then held his head and impatiently thrust his cock all the way into his mouth. The force of his cock hitting the back of Arnold’s throat made him recoil a bit, except his master still held onto his head, thus he had no choice to but accept the gift that was now in his mouth.

“Go on darling, suck it,” his wife urged him. “Go on, take his cock.”

Did he have any choice not to? The answer was a bold N-O. Arnold did like his wife often used to do to him whenever she was sucking his cock and began sucking Olu’s. His black master still held onto his head and went on fucking his mouth, making him choke and gag on it, letting streams of saliva sliver down the side of his mouth.