Experiencing a Sexual Insulting Superior

Chapter xxx

I wake up close beside my wonderful lover, feeling comfortable cozy and very satisfied. I see him awake and in deep thoughts, looking at me. It is early morning, early lights comes through the windows just before sunrise. His warm hand strikes caressing over my breasts, and he kisses me tenderly. I stretch out and moan. I look into his eyes and see questions.

"What's the matter with you my dear?" I ask him concerned.

"Nothing special. I was just thinking about your previous life and all your employers. You are and have been a very beautiful young woman. Therefore I'm afraid that not only me, but many superiors or men in households were trying to compel you, or to force you to sexual intercourse. Did this happen to you as young woman?"

"I don't like to talk much about this, but yes, it happened in this Kenyan society of men. Almost everybody was trying to hunt me down. You too, but you were one of the more reticent men, respecting me and my 'No'."

"Yes dear, I feel sorry about my approaches, bothering you so much as I know now. Just: I loved you so much, and found you irresistible. And I could not marry you. Would you have agreed to such marriage proposal of me, to be my wife?"

He looks now shy on me, with tears in his eyes, his hand wonderful caring on my pelvis. He knows that I'm already his woman again, and wet desiring. But now he likes to talk. And I decide to tell him the truth.

"Under the pre-condition, that you were free and that we did know each other for 10 years already, trustful as we were with each other: Yes dear, I would have loved to become your wife and to live with you despite the difference in age."

"Really?"- he sights "I was dreaming about this all these years. Thank you my love."

He kisses me long, tenderly and gratefully, with tears in his eyes. I hug him tight, slide my left leg between his, hold him warm caressing with my hands, my breasts touch his chest. I calm him down.

"Hey my wonderful strong man, now you have me complete. We are more close than most married couples my dear."

"Yes," he sobs thankful. "You are right, my wonderful love."

For longer we lay so close and intimate on his bed. We enjoy being so close, so intimate. I kiss him now, my special lover.

"I love you dear, for all what you did for me in my life, and for being my best friend ever."

He studies again my face, looks deep into my eyes. He comes back to his questions.

"So, have you ever been harassed, forced to sex by bosses, or even raped?"

He has his sorrows about me, his intentions to protect me from the uncomfortable world in poverty as he did for long time. I'm open today to tell more truth.

"Yes dear. I was never really raped, luckily. Just taken once by force by a boyfriend. But there was sexual insulting to the extent, that I was near to be fucked while not knowing what to do, how to avoid it. This was a really disgusting experience."

"Oh my dear love. Do you like to tell me about it? Do I know such man?"

"No, you don't know him. It happened in Nairobi. I was housekeeping in a big flat for foreigners, cleaning, cooking, and washing. I was engaged by a company in Nairobi for this job, which was well paid that time."

"So the foreigners tried you?"

"No dear, they behaved OK and always polite. It was the local staff. There was one Kenyan engineer who tried to hook up, but I was protected by my superior of this company who seemed to be integer, with a family and kids"

"Ah, well, there are also good men still."

"Yes, no. It was him then who surprised me with his subtle harassing, knowing my need of this job. It was a misuse of my trust in him."

"Oh my god, that's even worse. He was a Kenyan bastard?"

"No…. he was an elder Indian origin like you, a Sikh. A project manager."

"Oh, what happened?"

"You really want to know nasty details?"

"Well, please tell me if you can. He fucked you?"

He's not only concerned and caring, he feels also jealous in this subject of sex.

"OK, let me tell you, and you judge. He was responsible for the project and for me, hired me after recommendation from other Indians. He came from time to time into the apartment, announcing himself by phone, and controlled that everything is alright even if no foreigner is in Kenya. He kept me in this time also with little work, and explained how much he likes my perfect work. He gave me even a little bit more loan. And he started to tell me how much he likes me, and that he protects me against this one engineer. He told me, that I shall speak with him if any of the foreigners will behave unrestrained. He said, that I can always call him."

"That sounds not too bad."

"Well it wasn't, but I was warned already by my feelings. He was respectable. A tall long man with a belly. But his kindness had something…. However. At a time nobody was living in the flat he came more often and started to work in this flat in the dining room. He gave me money and said that I can serve tea and also cook for him at lunch times beside my other little work, the cleaning. I had everything in best order and had really time enough. He liked my Indian dishes, and invited me to sit and talk when he was lunching. He was interested in me, asking me also private questions which I avoided to answer mostly. We talked also other things. But he never said that I shall eat with him at his table as you did. He made always clear that he's the elder and boss in behave."

"Well, also not too bad, or?" My lover judges now.

"Wait dear. He started to stay sometimes overnight in this apartment while I was leaving, being there in the morning when I came to work. He walked around in a kind of long nightgown. He instructed me what to buy for him.

He demanded then also breakfast. While I was serving, he started to touch me often, as without intention, my arms, my hips. It was warm monsoon weather, and I wore short sleeves for work, a blouse. He asked what I want to do for him, repeated it. I gave no answer. Once then he also started to come into the kitchen while I was busy, pretending to inspect. He opened the fridge and found some alcohol, beer, and a half bottle of red whine left over. He asked me if I was opening it, if I drink alcohol. I told him, that 'I drink sometimes with my friend, but this bottle was left over one month ago by the foreigners'.

'Oh, good' he said. 'We can drink it together then. They will not miss it. And it's a good wine as I see.'

'No Mr. X', I answered. 'I don't drink wine.' Which is the truth. It gives me a headache as you know.

'Well, we can keep it for a good occasion,' was his reply.

'What occasion do you mean?' I sensed something, wanted to make it clear.

'You know that I like you and I'm always helpful. I want to be more close to you. Now nobody is here, and we are undisturbed. Nobody knows what we are doing. '

He was smiling at me with this, studying my face as I kept quite. I felt as being watched by a snake, afraid to do anything.

'I have something special in my mind, if you can agree on,' he came out.

I could not answer, not look into his eyes. I knew what shall come."

"Oh my god," my dear love sights. "How awful situation for you. What did you do?"

"Nothing, nothing I could do. But my body was stiffening, I disliked him. Then he proposed more clear, very direct:

'You shall become my girlfriend and stay the night with me, tonight.' – I could not answer him.

'So, what do you think about it? I care for you.'

'I have a boyfriend.' I answered now, even if it was not true that time.

'That doesn't matter for me. I'm married and don't want to change anything for you. I just want to be a good friend with you.' I did not know what to answer, almost speechless.

'I don't want. I don't want to be pregnant.' I said then feeling unsafe.

'Oh, don't worry. I will take care for this and pay for the precautions. What do you prefer: Condoms, or the morning pill?'

He ran now on his approach line without hesitation. He must have had experience with this.

'I don't know,' was my answer. And I turned away to the window.

He rested from behind his hands on my shoulders, as if he possesses me now.

'OK then. Think about it until tomorrow. I will call you at work, and come along then for lunch. Prepare the chapatti, and chicken Marsala with rice for us.'

'OK sir, I will do this.' I was complete confused, went home and could not sleep the entire night, just thinking what I could do. I needed this good work, but will he really….? I prayed to god to help me."

"He has studied you, and thought to know your weakness. That was unfair." My lover states. He's holding me tight, as I now really feel cold while remembering this.

"Next morning I did all normal work and prepared the lunch. He called as announced, very early:
'Are you preparing the lunch?'-

'Yes.'

'Have you made your decision?'

'What?'

'You know what. - Do you want the condoms or the anti-baby pill?'

Again I could not really think.

'What now? I want to buy it here for us.'

'Condoms,' I decided in my misery.

'Good so, I will be there soon. You shall keep the food warm and wait prepared for me.'

His order was clear enough. I did not know what to do. Go away and skip the work? I was feeling very nervous, and shaking on a chair in the kitchen: How to react? Will he really insist to fuck me today? It was unthinkable, complete distress."

I take a deep breath, feeling all as it was long time ago. I get a long kiss from my lover, holding me close, feeling with me. He gives me time now. He's eager to hear all.

"He opened the main door with his keys, locks it carefully after entering, which he did never before. I felt complete nervous in my stomach, frightened, cold, not aroused. Felt complete uncomfortable as I heard him entering the kitchen.

'Oh, well done. Everything is prepared well', he said in a certain tone. 'We can keep the food for later.'

With this he came near, nearer, joined me before the kitchen table. Without hesitation he touched my frozen body, my breasts. One warm hand was moving under my skirt, up on my legs, into my lose panty. His fingers entered my closed vagina, played on her lips, on my clitoris, while his other arm pressed me tight against him. I did not like his smell, his touches. He did not even ask for permission, took me for granted. And I was unable to react, to move.

Then he showed me what he brought for me, for this occasion: 3 condoms and a moistening sliding jelly. The later I normally never need when fucking with pleasure. But he planned everything for today, to fuck me three times all afternoon or the night through. I felt trapped, still not able to act or to talk.

Then he let loose: 'Please close and lock now also the kitchen door, and make sure that all curtains are closed so nobody can see us here. I go into the master bedroom and wait there for you. You use the other toilet and follow me then when you are ready!'

That was his clear command. I did not answer, not look at him. How could he do this to me, being so firm? He went out and I had a last chance to go away.

I did lock the door as commanded. I did not go. I was shaking inside - also my hands. I was irritated, not knowing how to react still. Shall I give in? Do what he wants from me to keep my work? Nothing was safe anymore in this moment of complete insulting."

"Well, he gave you the last chance to go, but to lose your work probably. That's psychological harassment. How did it work on you?"

"I was feeling complete helpless, could not decide anything. To have more time I went to the loo. It didn't help. I was nervous and still frightened. I did not like this big old man and the idea what he's going to do with me. Finally, I gave in for the job, and went slow into the master bedroom, still hoping that he will not go so far.

There he was waiting for me, half undressed, no shoes, and without his turban, sitting on the bed, watching me. First time in my life I saw long black hair on a man when I stood before him, not knowing what to do next. He stood up and came to me:

'Can I undress you now?' He asked softly and somewhat polite.

I could not answer, just look at him, scared to death.

So he's undressing me carefully, blouse, bra, caressing my exposed breasts with hands. He was sliding his fingers over my exposed dark skins. He teased my breast nipples: They always react as you know. He was undoing my skirt, pulling down my panty, undoing my shoes.

I stood like frozen and complete naked before him. Helpless, feeling nothing good. I disliked the smell of his hairs, his naked chest, and the entire situation. I felt delivered, ready to be slaughtered like a sheep. He studied and touched my naked exposed boy.

'You are very beautiful. Please come now and make yourself comfortable on this bed,' he invited me to the next step.

I did not move myself. So he guided me with both hands on my bare body on the bed, not losing his clear intention to fuck me now in few minutes. He touched me, guided me to stretch out before him. He touched my skins, breasts, my pelvis. He was looking over all my naked skins. I kept my legs closed, pressed together, and felt complete stiffened. I was not open or ready at all.

He must have noticed it, but now undressed himself completely before me. His body was complete hairy, black hairs all over his skins, arms, chest, belly, legs. And even around his penis were long hairs. His penis was aroused already in anticipation of my flesh, but not so big. He was half vanishing in the tight hair bushes, disgusting to see it: I will be fucked by a hairy animal. He must have seen my unbelieving expression:

'Don't worry, you should not care for all my hairs. I'm never removing or cutting them. It's religious habit.'

He came then near to my chest, kneeling on the bed.

'Here, take my penis and tease me, get acquainted with him. He will fuck you nicely', he demanded.

What to do naked and helpless before him? I touched his penis and teased him with my left hand, moved hairs aside. Somehow I hoped it could be enough, rubbing him only.

But he reached out for the lubrication, dripped it first over his penis and my hand. His penis stiffened more under my lubricated fucking hand. While I was doing this with aversion he bent forward and opened with one hand firm but careful my legs to have the free access to my genitals. Like a puppet I could not give him resistance. I gave up, urged to straddle, exposed to him.

He must have felt that I was shivering under his hand, but not of anticipation, just deep scared. His left hand teased my clitoris and my dry closed vagina. With his other hand he dropped then cold lubrication on my vagina. Then his fingers started the massage on my clitoris and in my vagina mouth, which should make me ready and open for him. But I felt only fear, no pleasure. I prayed silent to my god: 'Please help me. I don't want this.'

'Don't worry. you will like it. I will fuck you carefully.'

As many he guessed that I'm as innocent as I look. He applied more lubrication, and then one finger forced himself into my tight blocked vagina mouth. I screamed. 'Stop it, please!'

He laughed only over me: 'You will like it, you will see.'

His inserted one finger deep, fucked me then with it. And against my will my vagina started to open, to like it. Next moment he would come over, and his ugly small penis would penetrate me, misuse my vagina.

In this last desperate moment my God heard me, helped me. Can you imagine? - His mobile phone was ringing, and he turned away from me, checked it.

'I am sorry, it's my wife. Please don't talk!'

'Yes dear.' I heard an exited woman voice as he listened. 'Yes, I will come immediate,' he answered her."

"Oh my god!" My dear friend bursts out! "What a narrow escape for you! - What happened?"

"Yes dear, it must have been god's help for me. He said his wife called because his son had a school accident, and came serious injured into a Nairobi Hospital. Can you believe this? I felt relief immediately.

'I'm very sorry now,' he said to me. 'But I can't continue this with you. I have to dress up now and leave in a hurry. But I'm sure we will have another occasion to continue, start this again. So you must keep the three condoms and the liquid now safe. And do not use them with your boyfriend!'

Still laying naked before him, with lubricated vagina, I found my voice again:

'My boyfriend and I trust each other. We never use condoms.'

He dressed up before me, wearing his turban again. He leaves also the bag with another new one behind, for what reason ever.

'Take good care of these things! But keep it at your home, not here,' he ordered me as he rushed out.

Only after he left I could move up and take a shower in the bathroom to clean myself. Prayers of thanks to our Lord I spoke."

"My dear, what awful man and experience for you."

He kisses and hugs me, caresses me as I'm also relaxing in his hands now. I feel relief after telling him this real nasty story, which nobody ever got to know before.

"But he came again to fuck you then?"

"No dear, surprisingly I kept this job until the end of this project, and it came never again to such a situation, no fucking. He was respecting me. I had no boyfriend, but maybe my statement of unprotected sex kept him away, being afraid of AIDS? Or maybe it was enough to see and touch me helpless naked before him. His three condoms were expired later, and thrown away. The small tube with lubrication was later quite good, even if I not really need it as you know. I used this jizz to wank a friends penis to climaxing, which he liked most."

"And his Sikh turban?" my Indian friend now wants to know, smiling happily.

"His turban I have until presence; maybe it's my trophy. Recently I unwrapped the long band, and used this to decorate my windows in my new home. You should come and see them."

We both laugh lout about this end, relieved, relaxed. Now his kisses and touches find me high elated and dripping wet, and his Dick is really hard aroused as I notice. I move up and over him, insert this wonderful thick Dick into my wide open and very demanding Queen. And then I fuck him again, long time riding on him, until we get our happy heavenly joyful orgasms together. Oh dear, my normal and caring Indian lover is really so good to fuck!