Introducing: Black Master Olu Ch. 05

Olu drove out of the hotel with Becca riding shot gun beside him; Arnold had work in the morning and decided he couldn't tag along, but perhaps next time. There was hardly any sign of traffic as they drove out of the heart of the city and headed in the direction of the club. Olu drove with one hand caressing Becca's thigh and she too responded by caressing the bulge in his crotch that never seemed to want to go to sleep. Along the way he was fortunate to find a chemist shop that was still open and left Becca in the car while he went inside and purchased something. When he returned she asked what he'd bought, and he mentioned he was feeling a little headache and had bought drugs for it.

They arrived there just about when the club's night life was starting to kick up. There was a large clearing in front of the club's building that was a parking space. Olu's eyes did a quick scan and found there were in luck: not much people had yet arrived, but he knew all that would change in the hour. After all, it was a weekend.

The place was bumping loud even as Olu paid their entrance fee at the doorway. They made their way past the bouncers and into the main hall where a live band was performing a classic Stephen Osadebe number on a raised stage with overhead colorful light raining down on them. Round tables were scattered in a wide circle around the stage and already few of the tables were unoccupied. Olu steered Becca towards one and signaled a waiter over for drinks. While they sat enjoying the highlife music being played, his gaze travelled round the room. He was like a shark searching through territorial waters for any prey that would be worth the remainder of his evening. There were as much white faces in the room as they were blacks, and hardly any of them sat alone and they were all making a hell of a noise. Olu knew things would only get more raucous once the star attraction came out and that wasn't going to be any long now.

He drew Becca's attention towards him. "There's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything for you, darling." She dropped her glass of wine back on the table.

"There's a lonely couple seated across from us down by the right side of the bar."

He indicated his head towards the direction. Becca turned to look and yes, she did spot the couple. They looked young and unlike the rest of the whites around who seemed restless and loud and eager with noise, they seemed tense and kind of out of place, like they were forcing themselves to have a good time when actually they weren't. Becca noticed this too.

"They seem lonely," she observed.

"Then I guess we'd better break their ice," opined her master. "Go over there and chat with them to come join us."

"I don't think they might want to."

"Put on your sexy charm and they will."

"What if they turn me down?"

"They won't," he said.

Not arguing anymore, she got up and left their table though she took a circular route towards the couple, not wanting them to notice her approach. Becca was looking hot in her short skirt and halter top and she drew the usual ogling eyes towards her direction. One white man tried reaching for her hand but she merely slapped his wrist away before any words even came out of his mouth.

Olu took a sip of his Smirnoff beer and watched as she glided past staring eyes to go and engage the white couple. They did seem a bit shocked when she stopped by their table to talk to them. It didn't take long for her to convince them to come and join their table. They were already laughing even as the couple picked up their drinks and walked alongside her. Becca acted like a warm hostess and did the introductions when they arrived at their table.

"Darling, I'd like you to meet Nick and Mona Lavaux," she said with a brimming smile as her master got up and shook hands with the couple.

"Pleasure meeting you both," he said, offering them extra seats at the table and then signaling a waiter over to bring the house's best bottle of champagne over. "I hope Becca didn't alarm you both when she approached you. We noticed how lonesome the two of you were and thought it best to add our company."

"Which is why we're more than happy for your invite," said the man disarmingly.

He was tall and slender with wide shoulders and a long face. His nose appeared hawkish, his features angular. It was the wife that had caught Olu's eye. She was average height, her body supple under her evening dress. Her hair was brunette and shaped in a bob style and from the way her cheeks curled her lips it was obvious she was used to laughing a lot. And the glimmer in her eyes told him another thing—she's the sort who loved having fun. Her black dress had a low neck and it was easy for him to make out the outline of her tits. He as well noticed she wasn't wearing any bra as her nipples were standing erect and pushing through the fabric. Looking just nice enough for him to lean forward and wrap his lips around each of them.

"I'm sorry, but we didn't quite catch your name." Mona said to him.

"Forgive my manners. My name's Olu Shango.

"A pleasure. And you're both married?" she asked the question with skepticism on her face.

Becca waved her master's finger before her. "In a way, we are."

"I don't understand."

"Don't worry," said Olu dismissively. "Maybe before the night is over you will."

The champagne arrived and the waiter filled everyone's glass before going away. The four of them clinked their glasses and drank to each other's health. As the wine flowed so did the couple loosen up themselves. They were from France but had spent much of their childhood in the U.S. The man worked as a logistics supervisor for a multinational oil company located in France, and like his wife, this was his first time in an African soil.

"How long have both of you being in Nigeria?" Olu enquired.

"Today's our fourth day here," the wife answered.

"Both of you having some fun time yet?"

"Can't really say," she laughed. "We spent our first two nights shacked up in our hotel room. This is in fact our first outing since we arrived here."

"Really? Then how come you got to find out about this place?"

Nick answered the question. "A colleague friend of mine at the office was the one who told me about the place. Said there's much excitement going on here. I do enjoy the jazz band, but we were kind of hopping for something more."

"Don't worry, the night's just getting started."

His words couldn't have been more fortuitous as less than a minute later the live band's music drew to a stop and then a baritone drum-roll sounded off. The room became suddenly quiet as an MC appeared on the stage the band had just departed from.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to present to you our star attraction for the night: NNEKA!"

The lights left him and went to focus on a curtained doorway that lead to the entrance of the stage just as a wave of excitement burst into the room. Music began to play—Prince singing about the 'Beautiful Ones'—just as the curtains parted ways and the voice of the crowd went up in ecstatic delight as out came Nneka, wearing just a pair of loincloth as panties and bra and nothing else. Her body was oiled and it glistened with the light shining down on her as she glided into the room, rotating her limbs and body muscles to the sensuous sway of the music. She looked like an African goddess and all seated eyes in the club were fixated on her in awe. The light shining down on her turned into a moody blue and the rest of the bright lights slowly dimmed away. She danced and roamed the stage with near grace of a ballet dancer. Her eyes were focused on a distant object only she could see. Sometimes she did a triple-spin on her toes, rolled on the stage, spread her legs apart and simulated copulation with her hands, then did a back flip over her head and turned around to shake her delectable rump towards the staring audience. The curtains came open just as the music came to an end and another slow grooving Prince song—'God Created Woman'—began to play, and out stepped a muscular black man who too wore loincloth to cover his crotch and nothing else, resembling one who'd just stepped out of some medieval African village, and every inch of his body too glistened with oil. The man approached Nneka from behind and wrapped his arms possessively around her. Neither of them said anything—their body did all the talking. Their hips grinded against each other and then she turned around and allowed him to scoop her into his arms and dance across the room. There was an air of erotic enticement emanating from both of them and this wasn't lost on the crowd of white folks that were watching. From his table Olu observed the French couple and noticed their eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets the way they stared raptly at what was happening on the stage. Olu's eyes flirted back and forth at the wife and he half smiled to himself when he noticed one of her hands was clutching the crotch area of her dress. The same hypnotic view was happening to Becca. Her eyes darted from Nneka's succulent chocolate skin to that of the black man dancing along with her. The way the man held her body close to his, she felt as it was her dancing in Nneka's place and that the man would from there begin to play with her body in more ways than one. Her eyes marveled at his muscles, at the moment of their legs and the way their hips and pelvis seemed to grin against each other whenever they danced up-close. One of her hand landed on her master's thigh and it found his cock half erect and began caressing it. Her master's hand too came upon her thigh and slid in-between her legs. She bit down on her lips and exhaled lengthily and tried not to gasp as she felt his fingers probe into the mound that was between her legs as she wasn't putting on any panties.

Olu switched his gaze to the couple and inclined his head to the side and noticed too that he wasn't the only one acting naughty at the table. Mona now had her hand over her husband's thigh and from the way she giving him a slight squeeze, she certainly was dying to feel something. Instinctively she assumed she was being watched and turned her head towards Olu's direction and they both held each other's gaze. She had been found out, she realize this as she looked back at him. Olu took her other free hand and brought it to his thigh, inching it closer to his erect cock. Mona's hand felt over the bulge that was his cock and even in the darkness Olu could very well make out the 'O' shape her lips had suddenly assumed. He couldn't help but grin at her as if to tell her that yes, what she was touching was just as real as anything she'd even behold before.

The dance came to an end moments later. The room's light came back on and the crowd in the room rose to their feet and whistled, clapped and cheered in rhapsodic delight. The way they clapped and cheered, it was as if the ghost of Pavarotti had just stepped into the room. Nneka didn't stay to acknowledge all this. She and the black man gave just a curtsey bow before disappearing back behind the curtains. Still the audience went on clapping and jeering for another couple of minutes before gradually it died down and everybody went back to their former state of evening enjoyment.

Becca's face was still flushed with her master's finger probe which had gotten her wet. She got up and announced she was heading to the ladies' room. Mona stood up too to join her. The men made casual conversation while the women went to get themselves back in order. Mona too was just as excited as Becca was from watching the dance show. But more than that, her mind had concocted an image of whatever could be hidden within Olu's pants and that had made her over-anxious with wetness. She decided to use the moment in the stall to throw some questions at her latest friend. She washed her hands and waited till Becca came out of a stall before meeting her.

"Please ... I hope you wouldn't take my questioning you the wrong way, but I'm curious ..." she was about to continue but held herself when the door came open and two other women stepped inside.

Becca finished washing her hands and said: "Let's take our talk outside, if you don't mind."

They found a path that led them through a back doorway that led out of the club's big room. They came out into a garden and a yet uncompleted out building. There were noises coming from that direction and when they inched closer to investigate they found it was just a couple—a white man with a young black lady and he was fucking her from behind. Becca and Mona quickly apologized and turned around and went in the opposite direction. Mona had her purse with her and she took out a pack of Menthol; Becca declined her offer. Mona lit her cigarette and took a drag from it as they went in the direction of the parking lot.

"He's not really your husband, is he?" Mona blurted the question. "I noticed the way you looked at him when I asked that question. I hope you don't mind me being too inquisitive."

"I'm even glad that you are," Becca put her at ease. "He is my black master, and not really my husband. Though in a way you could say that I am married to him totally."

"Your husband's a cuckold?"

"In a word, yes. But since we arrived here, master Olu has been like a shining light to me. I feel so much reborn, like my whole life before now had been nothing but a lie, and the master had been the one who took the mask off from my eyes."

Mona leaned towards her and asked: "Tell me ... how big is his ... you know ..."

"You mean his cock?"

"Shhhh!" Mona darted her head every which way to make sure they were the only ones who'd heard her say that. "Not so loud. But yes, his cock. How big is it?"

"Massively big," Becca said it unabashedly and went on narrating. "He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen before, and he knows how to use it anytime and every time. I get multiple, sometimes triple orgasms each time he fucks me, and he's always ready to give it to me whenever I want it. My husband too agrees. You should try it."

Mona looked at her surprised. "What?"

"I'm serious, you should try his cock. I'm telling you once you've tried it, you'll never be the same again. There's something about his cock that gets me coming back for more."

"While we were watching the show, I felt him lift up my hand and laid it on his crotch. My God, I touched his cock and it felt really huge."

Becca giggled. "You haven't seen it yet. Wait till he whips it out and then your jaw would drop."

"I never knew black men were like that. Having bigger cocks, I mean. I've heard and read stories, but never really known if they were true or not."

"He's more than a mere black man, my master is."

"Have you and him fucked with your husband watching?"

"Of course. Matter of fact, we did it before we came out here, back at our hotel room. The master fucked me while my husband watched and later he helped clean up the master's cum. You've never done such before?"

It was Mona's turn to open up about herself. "Back home, Nick and I too have been involved in some swinging and cuckolding episodes. I remember one time we spent a weekend at one of his friend's place. One night we'd drank too much wine and the next thing you know, I was fucking his friend while Nick was getting down with his wife. I've met some black men at some of the swingers' parties we've attended but never had any dealings with them. Sometimes I'd want to, but I'm just too afraid to even think of trying."

"That was exactly the same way I felt when I husband and I first met master Olu. But he changed us around, made us accept him for who and what he is, and since then my sex life has never been the same. A few days before we came down here, he took me to his friends place and there were four of them there and they all fucked me till I was dizzy. Really, you should get involved into it. You're missing a lot if you don't."

There was an enticing light coming alive in Mona's eyes and Becca took notice of it. She could tell that she was hungry for the master. All that's needed is a gentle push in that direction. She would make for another suitable wife for the master. Mona smoked her cigarette, thinking things through.

"Another problem though is my husband, Nick. I don't know if he'll agree to it. He's never brought up the subject before."

"And neither have you to him, right?"

Mona shrugged. "I've never been this anxious as I am tonight."

"Well then how about we go back there and maybe then you can tell it to him. Come on, they're probably wondering why we're taking so long to return."

Mona took two more drags of her cigarette before flicking it away and the two of them walked back into the club's main hall to where their men sat waiting for their return. Except this time they weren't alone. Both women stopped and gasped simultaneously when they recognized the black couple who had joined their men at their table, exchanging banter with them—Nneka and the black male dancer she'd been on stage with. Though they were both dressed for the evening this time and no longer in their earlier outfit. A waiter drew two more chairs to their table for Becca and Mona and more drinks appeared. Becca hugged Nneka, told her what a lovely performance she'd given and introduced her to Mona. Her eyes then went to the male dancer.

"Becca, this is Abbey, an old friend of mine."

"Pleasure meeting you," she said as she shook his hand.

"Likewise," said Abbey. "How's Arnold, by the way?"

Becca hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. How could this man know of Arnold? Was he a friend of some sort? She turned to her master but he calmed her down and indicated for her to sit, which she did. Abbey meanwhile couldn't help but wink at his friend with a sly grin on his lips. Still it didn't deter Becca turned her attention to Nneka, showering her with praise about the way she'd danced. Mona was conversing with her husband in muted French. When they were done, Mona turned to Olu and asked:

"Nick said that you and Abbey went to dance school as the Sorbonne when you were young."

"It's true," said Olu. "My father was a big shot in politics while his father made his wealth through oil. We met while we were studying abroad. Abbey wanted to become a dancer while I had other things in mind and didn't last long at it."

"It wasn't easy," chipped in Abbey. "But it was fun."

"Your dancing was marvelous," said Nick, turning his eyes towards Nneka. "The way both of you glided across the stage ... you both captured everybody's eyes in here."

"Thank you. But I'll bet that wasn't all that I captured."

While they chatted, Nneka slid a hand over his thigh and started rubbing him there. Nick made no move to push her hand away as he was enjoying the feel of it. Seated there watching her dance on stage earlier on had awaken a deep fantasy inside his head. It was something he'd never had the nerve to unveil to his wife, and now as he sat here feeling the touch of the beautiful black woman's hand over his pants, he couldn't help but wish he'd let this secret fantasy of his known to Mona before: that he'd always fantasized making love to a black woman. The urge had come to him on and off but he'd never before summoned the courage to act upon it and prior to his company posting him down here he had made discreet enquiries through some whispered circles of friends as to whether or not there was anything resembling a swingers convention down here, but he'd been met with the customary answer: no.

Unknown to Nick, while he was being seduced casually by Nneka's electric touch, his wife too was catching the same vibe though from Olu. While Olu went on conversing with his friend, his right hand had slid under the table to caress Mona's thigh. Mona was captivated by his boldness, that her husband was seated just beside her and yet this handsome black man had the audacity to be risqué with her. She as well was still reeling from the earlier touch she made on his pants and responded by sliding her hand over his crotch and grasping the bulge that was pushing against his pants' fabric. This time she got a good grasp of it and felt her heart skip a beat as in her mind she attempted to measure his size. Mon Dieu! Could his cock be that big?