Interracial - S01 E01

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Interracial - S01 E01

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#ELIZABETH

Racism is an awful concept and has been around as long as man can remember, It is the mental ideology in the minds of most of the white people believing that they’re superior to the black folks… Racism is nothing but vanity and ignorance. But even now in the modern era, Racism still exist especially in countries like America and some European and Asian countries , What these morons fail to understand is the skin color of a person doesn’t tell or show everything about that person, there’s more than it meets the eyes, appearances can be deceiving, I may agree the black men’s way of life especially most of them are barbaric but that doesn’t make us superior to them, There’s no proof of that even in the holy books to show that we whites are superior to the blacks..

The story I’m about to tell you now is about how I’ve experienced the changes throughout the decades about the relationship between the blacks and whites and how it has changed my life forever.

My name is Elizabeth Ernest, I was born in Scotland, England in the year 1910…. My mother Carla died in the midst of World war 1 in 1916 I was 6 yrs old by then and my father William died when I was 15 that was in 1925, the only surviving family I have was my Aunt Patricia..

By 1930 when I was 20 years old, I inherited my father’s property and his business which was honey making which was in south Africa and because of that, I was told to relocate to the country to keep an eye on things… I refused cause I was busy with my studies at Oxford, I told my aunt that I would relocate to Africa once I was done with my studies. So my Aunt managed my father’s business in my stead.

Aunt Patricia never failed to send me letters about how excruciating the place was especially the weather ; but she did recommend that my father’s house was a marvel. In her letter, she would describe to me how huge the place was.. I couldn’t help but imagine how the place looked like using my Aunt’s description ..

My father had always told me about this place, he claims Africa was the best place in the world, and for that reason he built this huge house so as to stay here. To be honest, I never liked the idea of moving all the way here to this strange country.. While I was growing up, I was taught in history classes that Africa was nothing but a savage and barbaric place, I was further told that it was cause and no white man could survive in the place due to the heat and mosquitoes.. But I disagree with that cause my father mostly spends his time there, sound and healthy..

Despite my father’s love for Africa, he loathes and despises the people in it, He would always blast them with insults and call them awful names, such as apes or monkeys… The only thing he likes about the black people was their ability to work tirelessly… Whenever he came back from his trip to Africa, he would tell me stories of his servants back at his bee farm and how gullible they were , he also made mocked and joked on how ugly they looked.. Anyway that was years ago and now that it was my time to take over the reigns of his business empire, I was going to see if all this things he said was true, I for one have never seen a black man, only in museums, newspaper or history books.

In the evening of April 17 1940, I arrived at South Africa in a ship, I couldn’t use the plane cause the world was in the heat of World war 2, as I got off from the huge metal construct, I was welcomed by Aunt Patricia and one of my father’s African slave, whose name was Marian.

Before coming to South Africa, I got hold of my father’s diary and in it he wrote all about his experiences in Africa including the names of all his servants working for him at the house and bee farm, Marian was the top servant in charge of looking after the house, she was quite an attractive lady with a slender stature , She welcomed me happily, collecting my luggage from my hands as she loaded it into the wagon. I was amazed how strong she was.

Elizabeth Erm… Are you sure you don’t need help? They’re quite heavy.

Marian Relax, Madam.. This is no problem compared to what we carry in the shamba.

Elizabeth Shamba?

Aunt Patricia It means farm in Swahili.. Look at her go.. Don’t worry, these apes are as strong as their animal counterpart.. Come my niece, let’s go home so that you can relax besides dinner is waiting for us back at home.

Elizabeth Good… Cause I’m really starving.

After the luggage was being loaded into the wagon, Aunt Patricia ordered the driver to drive us home, I noticed that Marian was left alone .

Elizabeth Isn’t she coming?

Patricia There’s no place for her and besides she can walk home..

Soon the driver drove us back to my father’s house, I couldn’t help but stare at the black colored folks of south Africa, They weren’t as ugly and disgusting as my father said, I guess he must have exaggerated.. But there was something I saw that almost made me throw up.. One black man standing on the streets with a cigarette in hand, spitting out a disgusting thick mucus from his mouth onto the street next to a young boy selling fruits.. I felt irritated and disgusted, this people definitely lacked manners.. But that wasn’t the only unsightly thing I saw, There was also this man that I saw close to the trash dump, he removed his loose trouser and squatted exposing his black a*, seconds after that, a disgusting yellowish shit started popping out of his b-tt hole, I had to cover my eyes to avoid seeing that, but there was something that caught my attention, his manhood which hung out as he passed out faeces, his dck was covered in hair and it was curved and it stood straight as if he was horny, I was amazed to see the size of his thing, no man in Scotland can measure up to the size of this man.

Eventually, we arrived at my father’s house, and it was much more than I imagined and expected, calling it huge would be an understatement, it was vast, measuring the size of the building, it could contain a thousand people and not to mention the fields around the house, which was covered in beds of lovely flowers , darkness had already covered the place, so I could see the place clearly or tour around the house.

As we rode through the fields, I could hear the laughter and sound of merriment from the children, they were busy running around having fun, I never realized that there were children here. Moments later we arrived at the front porch of the house, Marian called out the other servants to carry our luggage in while Aunt Patricia and I walked into the house, she showed me around the house before taking me to my room; By the time we got there, the servants had already arranged my luggage neatly and they also brought dinner for me.

As I looked at the dish before me, I saw it was some kind of cow stew , it was kind of yucky but it was warm and the aroma I’d sensational, Aunt Patricia took a chunk of the cow meat and dunked it in her mouth, I saw how she chewed the meat enjoying herself in the process, I continued watching as she swallowed the meat down her throat, the gulping sound of her throat made my stomach rumble..

Aunt Patricia hmm! Eliza… You should try this.. It’s amazing.

Elizabeth I will, let me change first.

I quickly removed my clothes and changed into something more lighter, after that, I went over to my dinner and began to dig in, The meat was indeed delicious but it was really spicy , I had to drink cups of water to cool the heat in my mouth, a bit later I devoured everything in my plate .. I wanted to have more but there’s possibly no way I could cope with the spice.

Elizabeth My goodness, this meal is devastating… Do foods made in this house taste like that?

Patricia Absolutely.. This is just a taste of the delicacies you’re about to enjoy.. This place is a paradise but the problem is the heat..

Elizabeth Well, luckily for me, I’ve bought light clothes.. I won’t be bothered by this heat.. Well I’d better rest now.. Tomorrow, is going to be a busy day for us both.

Patricia No. It’s going to be a busy day for you..

Elizabeth What is that supposed to mean?

Patricia Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for England.

Elizabeth What? You can’t leave me here.. I don’t know anything about father’s business.. Besides if you haven’t noticed there’s a war going on.. It’s too dangerous.

Patricia Don’t worry.. I’ll be fine but before i go I’ll show you the ropes.. Besides the servants do all the hard work all you have to do is supervise.

Elizabeth well, that’s a relief… So how long do you plan on staying in England ?

Patricia I’m not sure.. Look, you’ll get used to the place and the best part is you won’t be bored..

Elizabeth If you say so.. I just hope the mosquitoes don’t prick me to death before you come back.

Patricia (laughs) Don’t worry about the…????.. Eliza!

Elizabeth Yes.

Patricia Is that a ring on your finger?

Patricia grabbed my right hand staring at the diamond rock on the ring, she looked at me and then back at the ring.

Patricia Is this what I think it is?

Elizabeth Yes Aunty.. I’m engaged.. no.. married.

Patricia And you never told me?? Who’s the lucky man? When did the wedding take place.

Elizabeth My husband’s name is Anderson Eagleton, he’s a major in the British regiment.

Patricia So he’s at war?

Elizabeth Yes..

Patricia So? You don’t see each other often..

Elizabeth He comes every once in a while.. We’re both too busy to spend time together.

Patricia So you both don’t have s-x frequently?

Elizabeth No… Besides in the past 3 months since we were married we only did it twice, and it wasn’t even that satisfying..

Patricia Oh.. That’s unfortunate… So does he know you’re in Africa?

Elizabeth Yes.. Besides he’s not far away from me.. He’s in Kenya having a war meeting with the generals..

Patricia Well, I hope he makes it back safely.. So how did the wedding go?

Elizabeth There wasn’t much gathering, it was a simple, small and quick event, we ate some cakes and popped a few bottles of wine. That’s it.

Patricia That’s the problem of marrying during war time.. No gathering last long because of the fear of bombs falling out of the sky.. So are you happy with Anderson?

Elizabeth Do I look happy to you?

Patricia If you’re not happy? Why did you marry him?

Elizabeth It’s not like that.. You see I want a man close to me, a man that I tell my problems to and he’ll listen.. And I don’t want to be sleeping alone in the bed at nights..

Patricia Well, don’t worry, once you start working on your father’s farm, all this thoughts will leave your head.. Alright now.. It’s time to go to bed.. Good night.

Elizabeth Good night.

After Aunt Patricia left my room, I laid down on my bed, drank some water and went to sleep….

Trying to sleep in my father’s house was not possible, the bed I slept on was comfortable but the heat was the problem, the electricity in the house was low and the fan wasn’t going any faster, Sweat covered my body and the atmosphere was getting very uncomfortable, So out of annoyance, I got off from my bed, opened my bag and brought out my cigarette pack and matches and then I left the room.

The moment I stepped outside, I felt a cool fresh air surging through my body, I exhaled with satisfaction feeling the cool atmosphere, I lit a cigarette and began to smoke, watching the flowers on the vast fields as the cool wind blew through them, for the first time in my life, I finally saw what my father was talking about, this place is indeed a paradise and in that moment I felt some kind of solace in myself, I’m glad I came , cause Europe was filled with ear deafening noises, plus there’s the war, especially the booming sounds of artillery bombs falling from the sky and machine guns of flying planes. All this sounds is enough to drive one crazy and then there’s the dense atmosphere, the smell of smoke and gun powder was enough to poison one’s lungs.. I don’t even see the reason for all this war.. It’s just a waste of time, resources and human life, I just hope this war ends.

After I was done smoking, I decided to take a tour around the field, I took my time walking around gracefully admiring the sweet fragrance of the flowers, No wonder dad spent most of his time here in Africa.. After spending about an hour in the fields I decided to go back into the house, its dangerous staying out here alone, one may never know what sinister fiend lurks in the shadows.. As I was about to turn around, I heard moans coming from a few distance away from me.. The moans were getting louder and louder breaking the lovely silence of the night.. Out of curiosity, I decided to go and check to what was going on.. Upon arriving there, I saw something rather unsightly but tempting. Just a few meters away from where I stood, I saw a black man on top of a woman, both of them were copulating, the man was moving his hips in a fast rhythm pounding his d-ck inside the woman, the woman moaned louder quickly putting both her hands on the man’s black a** spreading his b-tt cheeks.. I couldn’t believe a white woman is having an affair with a black man in the middle of nowhere, I never thought this was possible, and from the way this African brute was ramming his cock inside this woman, I could tell she was enjoying every inch of it. To be honest, I was supposed to feel a bit disgusted by this but then I too began to enjoy, I’ve never seen a man rock a woman like this before, not even my husband handles me like this.

Whilst I was busy watching the erotic scene, The man mumbled something I couldn’t comprehend, the lady then smacked his b-tt and blurted out loud.

Lady DON’T YOU DARE C-M YOU SWAHILI DOG… NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE ME C-M… I’LL BE LEAVING TOMORROW AND THERE’S A POSSIBILITY, I MIGHT NOT RETURN, SO F–K ME HARDER YOU APE.. AHH YES… JESUS… OHH… OHH.. RAM IT ALL IN.. AHHHHH.. YESSSS.

I couldn’t believe what I just heard, that voice sounded familiar.. It couldn’t be.. It can’t be.. Impossible.. Could that lady be my aunt Patricia?? There’s no way that’s her, after all, she’s a racist and she hates blacks.. But then….. I don’t get it.

I continued watching to see what would happen, The man increased his thrusts and kept pounding harder and deeper, The lady under him kept moaning and shouting in pleasure, before long smacking sounds filled the silent cool night, the sound was so tempting I could hardly control myself, The African man kept slapping his d-ck faster and harder inside the lady’s c-nt, and after ten deep thrust of the man’s d-ck, the lady screamed out loud as she achieved org-sm! She came hard on the man’s d-ck squealing in satisfaction, Her African lover kept pounding her hard unstop, he got more wild and rough, he kept piercing her pink hole as if he was trying to rip her in half.. The lady grabbed hold of his strong shoulders moaning harder in pleasure and before long, The man groaned c-mming inside the lady, he stayed inside the woman for some minutes and then pulled out, The lady laughed spreading her legs watching as the man’s s-men flowed out of her. Then all of a sudden, the lady slapped the man hard across the face. The man didn’t stir instead he moved away from the lady, as the lady came into the moon light, I saw her face and gasped in shock… It was indeed Aunt Patricia.. My God… I can’t believe she’s such a SL-t.. Since when did she start associating with black men?

Patricia You ape! Why did you c-m inside me? Do you think I would give birth to your monkey child? Just because I allow you to satisfy me doesn’t mean you can do as you please.

Man Sorry madam..

Patricia Get out of my sight before i…

BOOM!!!!

The booming sound made all of us shiver… Especially Aunt Patricia and her black lover, the man took off in a hurry after hearing the sound, my aunt also terrified quickly covered her body and walked away quickly, I for one wasn’t worried because I was used to the sound already, this is nothing compared to the ones I hear back in Europe.. Besides even if the war had reached here in South Africa, I wouldn’t worry about it cause the country is quite vast and the enemy would just waste their time and resources here. So after a while I went back to the house.