DEEP AFRICAN CAVITY CONTROL FOR SLAVE WIFE TANYA CH. 1

The Entebbe International Airport in Kampala, the capital of Uganda, is not what you would call a customer friendly and inviting place. Uganda is known as one of the most violent and corrupt places on Earth, and the airport is no exception. Here, power lies in the hands of the military security control personnel and the customs officers. They use their might randomly for their own purposes, being it enrichment, pleasure or politics.

Tanya became nervous, as she entered the airport approaching the customs control, which had to be passed before she could check in her luggage. She had been visiting the World Wildlife Foundation’s gorilla research camp in the Bwindi Forest National Park, and her entry into Uganda had been without any problems. Today, she sensed something had changed in the airport, the atmosphere was tense and heavily armed soldiers were everywhere.

Tanya was married to Mr. Obutulezi, a successful African businessman. Success in Uganda means that you are well connected, pay off the right people and, thus, are allowed to smuggle and tax evade as you wish. You are under protection and so is your property, like real estate, goods, cars and wives.

Unfortunately, playing poker in Las Vegas, Mr. Obutulezi was not aware of the most recent development within the Ugandan security forces, where a general had been killed by a terrorist attack (the official version), and replaced by another general with different tribal background. That event had changed the Obutulezi protection level from full to nil.

Tanya knew nothing about politics, just that her passport and the name Obutulezi usually meant no problems. She was a strikingly beautiful woman in her late thirties, with a pretty face and voluptuous body. Men could nothing but admire her long legs, full bosom and very shapely bottom. Obeying her husband’s strict orders, Tanya followed her usual travel dress code; high heels and a short dress that clearly displayed the topography of her magnificent body and legs. Her underwear was a push-up bra only, which gave her 38E bosom an impressive cleavage.

Usually, Tanya would wear a long jacket to conceal at least some of her body. It was a sizzling hot day, the air conditioning in the airport did not work (as usual) and Tanya was carrying her jacket over one arm, sweating and putting her extremely attractive body and soft white skin on maximum display in the very heart of black Africa. She was the incarnation of every wet dream every black African male had ever had about the inaccessible white women. Yet, Tanya was oblivious to the sensation her appearance made in the airport, only thinking about the next flower decoration she would make, and the latest shoe design article in ELLE. She was a 100 % percent woman.

Predictably, on the hundreds of sweaty black men in the airport, Tanya had the effect of a shell attack, as she moved through the premises. Firstly, they gulped and glared at the incredible display of white feminine sexuality. Secondly, they noticed she was alone. No man nearby. Incredible. This white bitch had to be either very well protected or very stupid travelling on her own and dressed like this. It was like sending a gazelle into the lion’s den.

Tanya was waiting in line for the customs control and could feel the attention she received from the huge crowd of black men. They whispered, pointed fingers at her, and some even whistled at her and shouted something she could not understand. She became more and more frightened. Finally, she reached the inspection counter and showed her passport to the big black customs officer standing behind it. He glanced at it for a few seconds, handed it over to another person for check and then took in Tanya’s appearance for much longer time. She felt very much on display as the black man gawked at her, and she was.

“Hallo, Miss, please put your bag on the counter and open it”, he finally told her. The officer could not keep his eyes away from Tanya’s cleavage, as her firm breasts moved around while she handled the heavy load, unlocked and opened the suitcase. He could sense this beautiful white woman was nervous, her sweet sweaty smell was intoxicating, and the combination of her sexy appearance and her fear made his cock stiff.

He took the outmost care of inspecting Tanya’s underwear, which meant bras only. He looked puzzled at her.

“Miss, you do not have any panties.