She was still young. Very young. A teenager full of ideals and illusions. A pretty girl from a good family. The pride and joy of her parents, who liked to tell friends and relatives that their daughter was working in refugee aid and would soon be starting training as a social worker. When she came home with Jiddeh for the first time, they had to swallow. But they held back. After all, it was good that their daughter Hanni had no prejudices and if her new boyfriend was black, then so be it.

Jiddeh’s background was unknown and he was smart enough not to tell anyone about it. Officially, he came from Sudan and was the only survivor of a village that the rebels had razed to the ground. In reality, he came from the Congo, had served in a rebel army for years, had executed political opponents, raped women and experienced all kinds of cruelty. But, as I said, nobody knew that and so everyone here in faraway Germany saw him as the poor refugee who had fled the dark continent to save his life.

For Hanni, he was the model refugee who was somehow different from many others. And he was the first man who had ever really wooed her. She liked his white, flashing teeth when he smiled at her. She was touched by his compliments. She thought it was great that he only had eyes for her and made himself useful in the refugee shelter instead of just wandering the streets like all the other Africans. So they became friends, because she didn’t know any prejudices and didn’t want to make them the yardstick for her actions. She introduced him to her parents. She enrolled him in a German course and spent many evenings teaching him the language of his future home.

Her father was a self-employed insurance broker and worked late into the evening almost every day. Her mother’s daily routine was determined by the constant alternation of day and night shifts, as is typical for a doctor. So Hanni was usually alone with Jiddeh. In her parents‘ house, where she had her own room and nobody really noticed what she was up to.

For Jiddeh, the white girl was of course the fulfillment of a dream that he had never thought possible. She was still damn young. But she was blonde. She had surprisingly big tits for her age. And she had a nice round ass that he just couldn’t take his eyes off. Of course, the girls from the Congo were nothing to sneeze at either and he couldn’t say how many of them he had already taken. Regardless of whether they wanted it or not. But Hanni was white and that made her particularly attractive. And she was mercilessly naive, which made things a lot easier for him.

She didn’t need to know that he was almost thirty. He had never had a passport and the sour-faced lady at the authorities had believed everything he had told her. And so he was considered a seventeen-year-old unaccompanied youth, even though his twentieth birthday was a few years ago. White people can’t tell the age of a black person anyway.

It was obvious that he had electrified her whole body with his first kiss, and he was sure he had made her panties soaking wet that evening. From then on, he had kissed her every time they saw each other. Not just at her house, when they were alone in her room. But also at the asylum seekers‘ home, where she turned up every afternoon to help in the kitchen. It was good if the others knew that she was his girl. It was the only way to ensure that they would leave her alone. Because unlike Hanni, the other Africans knew what a rebel soldier from the Congo was capable of.

She reacted wildly when he kissed her and despite her naive nature, she was a beast and knew exactly what she was doing. For example, she had quickly started wearing a dress whenever she was alone with him. She literally moaned when he drove between her thighs. And she loved it when he reached under her bra and kneaded her breasts. She may have been young, but she was a woman. She might still be ashamed, but her body demanded a man. Or rather, for the cock of a real man who knew how to handle it. And so it was only logical that he had taken advantage of her parents‘ absence one evening to make a pass at her.

He had done it the African way and hadn’t lingered long with the foreplay, as is usual among whites. He had simply made her naked and fucked her thoroughly. He had heard that these white women were keen on black cocks and he had given her what her body was obviously craving.

In the army, man becomes animal. In his troop, it was an iron rule to always kill the men first in the event of an attack. All the men and, of course, the old women too. The men as a matter of principle and the women because they were useless anyway. But the climax came afterwards. When all the screams had died down and all the huts were burning, only the young girls were left. And they were the spoils of his troop. They were the soldiers‘ reward for a successfully completed mission. They were rounded up, stripped naked and divided up among the troops. If there were enough, everyone got one and could have fun with it as they pleased. Otherwise, it was done in order. Three men held her down so that the third could stick his cock inside her. If she was clever, she kept still and was released afterwards with her cunt dripping. If she got in line, she got a beating with the belt. And soldiers wear beautiful, wide and, above all, supple leather belts that can win over any woman.

Hanni didn’t need that kind of encouragement. At least not at the beginning. Quite the opposite. She had usually been wet by the time they reached her room. When her parents were at home, she had pressed her face into her pillow so that her cries couldn’t be heard. Then she had stretched her ass out towards him and let him take her from behind. However, if there was no one in the house, she had shown no such inhibitions and sometimes they hadn’t been able to study because of all the sex.

But women’s lust doesn’t last forever. At some point, they become tiresome and it’s time to look for a new one. Or you show them what a man is and take his rights, whether she wants them or not.

With Hanni, it started with her complaining more and more about his learning progress. She had always acted more like his teacher and was angry when he skipped language lessons again. Then she hadn’t wanted to know anything about him and kept her cunt under lock and key. „First the work, then the pleasure,“ was her stupid saying. He had almost felt like a supplicant and it had really annoyed him that she used her pussy as a kind of reward that he was only entitled to if he had been hard-working.

But that’s no way to deal with a Jiddeh. After all, he wasn’t a young boy and he had never let a woman order him around. During his time in the troop, he was known for grabbing the youngest girls he could. He wasn’t into kids, which meant they had to have a round ass and pointy tits. But he loved being the first cock in their lives and if they didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t hesitate to use the leather belt to teach them that it was better for a woman to parry and do what she was there for.

He had long had the feeling that Hanni was also longing for a good spanking. And today was just the right time to make things clear between them. Her parents were out of town. So she had the whole place to herself and invited him over for the whole weekend. So there he stood in his freshly washed jeans and the new T-shirt from Esprit that he had stolen yesterday and hugged her tightly while he greeted her with a kiss that almost took her breath away.

As soon as they had separated again, she wanted to say her favorite phrase again. She gently pushed him away and said: „First the work…“ But that was as far as she got. He was a strong man and she was a rather small girl. He grabbed her firmly by the hem of the black jogging bottoms she was wearing that evening and pulled her back towards him. Then he took her head between both hands and turned it towards him so that she had to look him straight in the eye. He spoke in English, because he knew that she understood it perfectly.

„You’re not the only one here who knows German sayings. I’ve learned one too, and it’s ‚If you don’t want to hear, you have to feel. But I’m not sure whether it means listen or obey. But anyway, you’ve been getting on my nerves for a long time with your arrogant posturing. You obviously think I’m the poor little asylum seeker who can be ordered around. But I’ll show you who I am.“

He pushed her in front of him until they reached the foot of her bed and gave her a strong push, causing her to fall backwards abruptly and land in the soft feathers of her carefully made bed. Her eyes widened and she looked at him, startled.

He knew that look. They all had that look on their faces when they sensed that something bad was about to happen. They stared at him with wide eyes when he stood in front of them with his legs apart and unpacked his cock. They panicked when he spread their legs. They let out shrill screams and kicked wildly. And they only stopped after he had removed his leather belt from his trousers and delivered a dozen blows to their asses and thighs. An African girl is used to being spanked if she doesn’t parry. The mother picks up the wooden spoon. The father fetches the belt. The teacher makes the cane dance. Everyone knows this is the only way to teach a stubborn woman a lesson.

„Take your clothes off,“ he just said and unbuttoned his pants.

„Jiddeh, please,“ she stammered, her eyes fixed on his fingers.

„Jiddeh, not like that,“ she repeated and he wondered what she meant.

„Will you be my girl, Hanni?“ he asked her and she let a few moments pass before nodding in agreement.

„Then do as I say.“

„Jiddeh, let’s talk about it,“ was her reply. That was not the answer he had expected. And she made no effort to comply with his request. She was a young thing who was used to too much freedom. A fucking beast who had probably never taken a beating. A white girl who had no idea what it meant to get involved with a black man.

He gave her time. It felt like a small eternity and the silence weighed down the room like a dark cloud. But he had time. Enough time to really get to grips with her. A whole weekend to make her submissive.

At home, he had a whole dozen young things under his command. His girls were considered the best a man could buy for money. They knew how to serve a suitor with every orifice. And they did it with dedication. Not because they liked working for him as whores. But because they feared his punishment if a suitor complained about them. Because African women know that they have a big ass. And they know very well that their master will not hesitate to make it swell even more if they have annoyed him.

Hanni’s ass was nothing like what he was used to at home. But it was a white ass and therefore had its own special charms. It was surprisingly big for a white girl. And it was nice and round and firm. Exactly what a strict father would appreciate. Or a husband. Or someone she called a boyfriend and had long since fallen for.

He had counted to a hundred in his head. Then he grabbed it. He only needed a few hand movements to undo the belt of her jeans and open the zipper. He tugged hard on both trouser legs and shortly afterwards he had the garment in his hand, while the girl straightened up and anxiously moved away from him. She was wearing a red blouse, which landed on the floor a little later, torn with the buttons ripped off. Her bra flew across the room. Her panties were pulled off her body by two strong male hands.

She was just as he wanted her to be.

A naked woman does not tend to rebel, was his experience. Very young things in particular quickly lose any tendency to rebelliousness once they have been stripped of their clothes. It was no different with Hanni, who was now sitting huddled at the head of the bed, knowing full well that she had made a mistake.

He dropped his trousers and slipped off his underpants. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He knew that she was impressed by his muscular body. Few white men had anything like that to offer and a thick, long Negro cock was something a woman quickly got used to. And that’s exactly what he was showing her now. It was erect and protruded from his body like a pole. A woman knows what that means. She knows what’s in store for her. She either looks forward to it or dreads it.

„Come to me,“ he said, his tone indicating that he would brook no argument.

As I said, a naked woman does not tend to rebel, and Hanni’s reason seemed to have prevailed. She slowly changed her position, approached him on all fours and looked at him questioningly. He lost patience and grabbed her to speed up the process. Her body whirled around and a few moves later she was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing a black man whose hard cock was pointing directly at her face.

„I assume you know what you have to do,“ he said and waited.

„N…no,“ came timidly from her lips. „No, I don’t like it. Jiddeh, let’s do it like we always do. I don’t like to put it in my mouth.“

„And I don’t like disobedient girls,“ he simply replied. Then he bent down, awkwardly took the belt out of his jeans and folded it into a loop. He gave her a moment to change her mind and then snapped it shut.

The first blow left a bright red welt across both thighs. She instinctively lifted her legs, rolled to the side and tried to curl up like an embryo. Stupid thing, he thought. You can’t present your ass to me any better than this. He took another swing and began to systematically beat her. She shrieked loudly and tried to change her position with each blow to give him as little surface to attack as possible. But a naked girl is a naked girl and the best target for a wide leather belt is her thighs and buttocks. An experienced man knows that, but a young girl has to learn that first. Especially if she has grown up without violence and has at best received a slap in the face in her life so far.

After he had covered her almost evenly with welts that stood out clearly against her pale skin, he paused. He waited until she had calmed down again, until her squealing screams had turned into heavy panting, until she lay there like a heap of misery, licking her wounds. Until he had the feeling that she had learned her lesson.

„Are you ready now?“

He knew it was her. So all he had to do was wait for her to get out of her crouched position and resume the posture he had put her in earlier.

He didn’t have to say another word. She obediently took his cock in both hands. She approached with her lips and began to suck his hard member, tentatively at first and then with increasing courage, as she had probably only sucked a popsicle before. He even had the feeling that she was enjoying it at some point. She pushed back his foreskin and worked her tongue intensively on his glans while her head moved rhythmically back and forth and her lips closed moistly around his shaft.

He pushed her gently but firmly away from him.

„That’s exactly how I love it,“ he said contentedly as he stroked her cheek with his right hand. Then he pushed her backwards so that she fell unsteadily into the sheets. He lifted her legs, spread her thighs and penetrated her without warning. It was almost a miracle that his mighty cock found room inside her, but he rammed it into her again and again and worked her for minutes with pumping movements. She had closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at him. But her whole body revealed that she was reacting to him and was slowly heading towards an orgasm.

He abruptly let go of her, turned her body around and took up a kneeling position on the bed. She understood and got down on her knees. Her bottom was raised provocatively and invitingly in the air. The striated flesh of her buttocks parted. Her anus rosette looked at him invitingly and he fucked her in a way you only fuck a woman when you want to punish her. He ignored her screams as he widened the tight opening and demonstrated to her that a woman has far more than one opening to satisfy a man.

Of course, he didn’t miss the opportunity to work her perfectly presented bottom with the flat of his hand. His blows slapped relentlessly against her already maltreated skin. Until at some point he couldn’t help but pour himself into her in violent spasms.

He packed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, where the sound of the shower could be heard a little later. Clean and well-dressed again, he came back to her, looked at the battered woman for a while, whom he had taught a lesson the African way, and said.

„Take a shower and make me something to eat. I’m hungry.“

He went downstairs with it. In the living room, he switched on the TV, slouched down in one of the leather armchairs and flicked through the channels.

He was just a poor asylum seeker living at the expense of the state. But he was also African. He knew how to fight and assert himself. He would definitely find his way. And it looked like there would be plenty of white cunts craving his cock along the way.

He felt that he hadn’t had enough yet. In the past, he had fucked a woman practically every day. So he would take her on again tonight. Because she now knew what was in store for her if she resisted his wishes. And he was sure that he had her in the palm of his hand. Once a white woman has felt a black cock, she will never get away from it again. At least that’s what they say in Africa.