LOVECRAFT EROTICA: WHITE MEAT.

Akin and Emily had met at work.

At first the woman had not given the Nigerian, any much attention until she found out who he was in the company she worked at. Swallowing her racial preference, she maneuvered her way to his department and proceeded to put herself at his mercy on several occasions, intentionally messing up client profiles, being clumsy at work, coming to work late etc. But all it got her was mild rebuke (the man being aware that this was not Nigeria) not what she had in mind. Then she met a friend from her university days who gave her a piece of advice “make yourself a risk-free tempting temptation.”

Emily asked her friend to explain “Risk-free as in, why do you think men chase after married women, women that have boyfriends? If in the process of ramming their cocks into their pussies and he nuts and she gets pregnant – she has every incentive to keep that fact to herself.” Emily’s friend explained, it hit Emily like a rock. Dialing a black Gay friend of hers, she lied that her promotion was due and she had been informed that having a ‘someone from the same side’ as her Departmental Head “Mister Aching.” The British woman said butchering Akin’s name, would score her some points, Tim agreed but in exchange for some rent money, which she gladly promised to give the man.

Akin spoke with Tim like an old friend from way back (happy to meet a fellow Nigerian after a long while), they even spoke a bit in the native tongue; which bothered Emily for a bit as she didn’t know if Tim was going to put the proverbial garri in her sand, or what it sand in her garri – the white woman couldn’t recall.

Not long after the pseudo-boyfriend left “I didn’t know you were dating my brother.” Akin said to Emily, who looked shocked “I didn’t you know you guys were related…”

Akin laughed “no we are not, we just use that term for persons who come from the same place as we come from.” Emily nodded her head, she wondered if the ploy had worked.

Weeks later.

Akin summoned Emily to his office “How’s Tim? I hope he’s treating you well. If you need anything, any advice on how to deal with the Nigerian man, I am here for you.”

“Thanks” Emily replied, disappointed with the failure of the plan and as she turned to leave “can you come see me after work, I’d like to discuss a personal matter with you – I am sure it’d be mutually beneficial.” Akin said to Emily, who simply nodded and turned to head out of the door and as she did, she wondered to herself what would be mutually beneficial as the thoughts of the failure of her plan clouded her mind’s eye.

After work.

Akin was dropping the lines…

“What Tim doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”…

“I can take better care of you.”…

“It’d be good for your career in the organization.”…

Emily did her best to act shocked, surprised and when Akin had finished dropping his lines, she coolly replied “I will think about it.” Before taking her leave.

As the door closed, Akin put back the picture frame of his wife and kids living in Nigeria, on the wooden desk where it was.

Days later…

Akin’s phone vibrated…

‘I’m interested.’ The message from Emily read.

Akin smiled.

Friday evening…

‘Come over, I am horny for you.’ Akin messaged Emily as she watched a movie.

Emily lied: ‘I can’t I have a date with Tim.’ Playing hard to get.

‘You could still come over afterwards, are you guys gonna fuck?’ Akin messaged Emily.

‘Sure I can…maybe…’ Emily replied.

‘Damn…I’d like to be the first to fill you up though…’ Akin replied.

‘Hmmm…he’s thicker than my ex…are you thick, Akin?’ Emily replied, teasing the man.

‘Postpone your dinner date and find out…’ Akin replied now gently massaging his bulging erection.

‘Hmmm…I get to be fucked by two black Nigerian cocks this weekend…Sir I may not be able to come to work on Monday.’ Emily replied, again lying about Tim and also buying herself an extra day off of work.

‘Aww I wish you fucked Tim first, because when I am done with you, you won’t enjoy Tim's cock!’ Akin boasted, smiling.

Akin almost pounced on Emily as soon as she entered his apartment in the London suburb, they exchanged kisses as he maneuvered her to the couch, before they both fell on it. The sex was intense even for a sexually active Emily, she hadn’t been this stretched since the day she lost her virginity to her boyfriend’s dad in the store-room.

During one of the weekends she spent in his place, Akin had taken Emily to cloud nine and back during a sex session that was unusually intense (Emily was by now enjoying the benefits of being Akin’s lover in the department).

Akin had forgotten to pick up his dad from the airport, and when he opened the door of his floor after numerous bell ringing, standing before him was a pissed man in his native attire.

“Akin…” the man said blasting his son for not coming to pick him up from the airport.

Emily was in the room, having dressed and prepared to head to the office for the days later event – welcoming the Nigerian partner and co-founder of the Firm, who was to come in from Nigeria, that same day. She stepped out of the room and was heading to the door, when a man greeted her.

She quickly replied before dashing out of the apartment, she was late.

“All these white women with no respect…” Chief Benson said “I see you decided to be having some white meat…” the man teased his son, smiling as he recalled that the young man had sworn never to tow the part of polygamy but here he was, “camping” a white woman in his apartment.

The meeting was a success and a select team of young men and women were chosen to act as guides, for the annual general meeting of the Firm.

The following night was the dinner, it was time of relaxation and unwinding and secret trysts…

“Albert, you know how it is, do you have something for me?” Chief Benson asked the Chairman of the Board.

The elderly white man smiled “Chief Benson, you haven’t changed but things are not like before my man, with ‘me-too’ and ‘feminism’.” The Nigerian man interrupted his British counterpart “I know, everyone has a price, you know.” Chief Benson said.

Albert nodded his head and looked around.

“Emily may be what you’re looking for, it could be complicated because she works in your sons’ department…but I am sure you can convince her.” Albert said.

The white woman rode the older man’s cock as he lay on the comfortable bed.

“In this I prefer you to my self-righteous African women, you white women are freaks in the bed!” the Chief said bashing women of his own race, as his cock felt the slippery grasp of the white woman’s pussy.

“Yeaaa…” the woman said, not really understanding the man’s accent “would you like to fuck me, some doggie.” The woman said, her legs getting tired.

“No,” Chief Benson replied, the woman not having the big ass that would make doggie a pleasurable experience “I am about to cum, let’s round up with some good old missionary style!”

And with that the woman’s legs rested on the older man’s shoulder as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy, before emptying his semen deep inside her.

“You’re on the pill right?” Chief Benson asked.

“Yes I am, and even if it doesn’t work, I could always say your son is the father.” The woman replied, revealing her affair with the man’s son  - although he had seen her leave his apartment when he arrived London.

“Hmm. I really enjoyed fucking you even though you’re not the thick voluptuous black woman back in Nigeria – your pink nipples and your red pussy are all the same tantalizing.” The chief said planting a kiss on Emily’s lips as her phone vibrated.

Emily sighed “A father and son on the same night!” she said groaning and looking up at the ceiling, before heading to the shower to wash up.

“Send my regards to my son, Akin.” The Chief said, mockingly.

“Fuck you.” Emily said in her British accent.

“We just did.” The Chief replied, making his way into the shower.

Akin surpassed his father’s performance as Emily’s legs flew in the air with no decorum, like his father, Akin emptied his load inside Emily.

Days later.

“Good thing you’re on the pill.” Akin messaged Emily.

Emily replied “Yeah.” as she looked at the pill she had in her hand.

“Throat Lozenges” was written on the pill she was about to pop into her mouth.

Emily looked at the pack container.

“Postinor 2” was written on the packet that she pulled the pill out of.

Seven months later.

Emily smiled as her white boyfriend massaged her swollen feet, they were to be married as soon as she had had his child – after confronting him, he had confessed to switching the drugs as he wanted to have a child with her in order to save their relationship and force her hand into marriage.

Emily would have twins and it would make her rich, her cuckold fiancé tried to reconcile and reach out to her, after initially storming out on her upon seeing that the twins were mixed-race but she was already on a first-class ticket out of the country…

The End?