I finished four years medical school and just completed one year residency at the local hospital. I had the opportunity to go to South Africa and do two years residency there before coming back and completing the last year. This appealed to me because I knew there were a lot of diseases I was not familiar with. I could examine and experience them first hand. I would be working in the regular hospital with people of the general public, not the private ones.
I was put up in a three room hut as it's called. Kitchen, bedroom one bath and living room and or family room. There was a porch that wrapped all the way around the house. The back yard was beautiful filled with shrubs, bushes, trees and flowers. It was not real close to the city. I had to rent a small car to commute back and forth. The second day I was there and young black woman came to the door.
She was wrapped in a red and yellow smock of some sort. I'm not a real expert on women's clothes. She spoke broken English but fair enough I could understand. She wanted a house keeping job.
"To cook. Clean. Keep things all nice for you." She pushed her way in and picked up some lint off the floor. "I work for you cheap."
I doubt if she was much over five foot tall. I smiled down at her I liked the way her hair was all done in small braids.
I explained that I didn't need any to clean for me. I was an intern and quite capable of cleaning. She dropped to her knees, held her stomach with her arms and the tears ran from her eyes.
"Please, Sir! I work for no money. Just little food. One small part outside. I can sleep. Please?"
I thought for a moment she could be faking but she sounded more frightened than sincere. I took her by the arms and lifted her up. She was very light. I took to the kitchen and pointed.
"Ok. You can cook dinner for us today. But just today. You understand?"
She wiped the tears from her face on her bare arms then opened the refrigerator."
I quickly stopped her, taking her hands and putting them in the sink.
"Wash your hands! Clean hands before you touch anything. That's very important. Understand?"
She stared at me for a second then nodded. She washed her hands then set about the task of cooking dinner. I watched her intently looking for something that might give her away. She was young probably a teenager. I noticed the scars.
"How did you get those scars on your wrists?"
She looked down briefly then continued her cooking.
"Hung up by ropes. Dragged by ropes."
I looked down at her naked ankles and they bore the same scars.
I made her sit down and eat with me at the table. I also wanted to get to know this young thing.
Since I could not pronounce her tribe name, her English name way Mary. She was from Mozambique where she saw her girlhood friend die at the hands of government forces. She did not want to die so she ran away. The language she spoke besides English was Kokola. As near as I could tell she ran away at a young age. She told me she has lived in fear everyday. I tried to explain that the government troops were not going to kill her anymore.
Yes, she looked like a deer in the headlight. I felt sorry for her so I decided if I gave up the car rental for two weeks a month I could afford to keep her. I couldn't pay her what she was worth but she was always so grateful for everything I did. I'm not a fool I am a doctor. I took a sample of blood from Mary and had it processed at the hospital. I had to make sure she had no diseases. The second thing was getting her to the hospital for an exam. The tests were all negative. How she managed to live that long in that environment with contracting something is a miracle.
The third biggest problem was her running around naked. Many times when I came home she would be cleaning with absolutely nothing on. She grew up in a culture where nakedness was acceptable and it was no big deal. As for myself I did not. Her naked ebony body was a sight to behold. Her breasts were not real large but her two dark nipples always stood straight out from the tits. Lovely little waist and gorgeous little ass. Of course her womanhood was shaved so I always had that staring at me.
Normally that would be no big thing for a doctor to see someone naked we do it all the time. Now, I come home and see this naked woman that makes my penis snap to the upright position. Somehow I can't seem to get control of the situation. I watch her outside in the back yard, sun reflecting off her ebony skin. Her tits dangle as she reaches for the flowers to steals a smell. Her butt rocks back and forth as she walks around the yard watering the plants.
I have to masturbate and immediately! I always lock the door to the bathroom except once. I'm sitting on the toilet seat, pants around my ankles, and hand around my dick and in she walks. I just literally froze. She stood in the doorway naked staring at me. A big smile came over her face and her white teeth stood out against her dark skin. She quickly knelt down between my legs and replaced my hand with hers.
She leaned over, took my penis into her mouth and began licking and sucking. While her other hand gently fondled my testicles. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever experienced. I just sat back, closed my eyes and waited for the eruption. I can't explain how sensational that was only that Mary was extraordinary. She looked up at me, wiping the semen from her lips with the back of her hands.
"You were ready?" She smiled. "I clean and cook. I do this you too."
She stood, took my hand and placed it on her crotch. "You do too?"
I quickly pulled my hand back, pulled up my shorts and walked out of the room completely embarrassed. I was on the back porch reading a book when Mary called for dinner. Her hair was wrapped in a white towel she had a purple robe and a sash tied around her waist.
She smiled but really didn't look at me she turned away to serve the food. I noticed there was one plate. When I asked she said she was not hungry then she knelt down on the floor and cried.
I grabbed her by the arms and stood her up. "What now?"
"I make you angry. Please don't send me away."
She pointed out that she did not eat much and was not hard to feed. I held her petite body tight in my arms and stroked her back. I don't think I ever loved her more than I did at that moment.
I whispered in her ear. "I wish I knew what was going on in that pretty head of yours."
"You keep me now?"
I laughed and sat her down in the chair. "Mary. Nobody can keep you. You are free to do what you want. Nobody is going to make you do anything. The soldiers are not going to hurt you here. Do you understand me?"
She thought for a long time then nodded her head.
That night just after I turned the light out in my bedroom, the door barely opened and Mary crept in. I felt something on the bed then she slipped under the covers. I felt her warm body next to me but she was trembling. I rolled over and held her again. Her breathing was faster. Her hand knew exactly where my erection was. The trembling was gone now. She threw her leg over me, her vagina wet with desire made it easy to slide onto me.
I had only been with two women ever in my whole life and that was back in college. They were nothing like this girl. Her hips rocked and twisted all over my dick. I think she had several orgasms before I ever ejaculated. She knew exactly when I did and she rocked me ever harder. I thought I was going to die.
She slid beside me again, wrapped her delicate arms around my chest and went sound to sleep.
The next day she was elated. She looked like a little nymph running around naked. I went to get a cup of coffee suddenly she jerked my shorts down to my ankles. I was standing there naked.
"What are you doing, Mary?"
"You say I'm free. Can do what I like. I like you naked!"
"Well. That's not exactly what I meant by that." I sat her down again and pulled my shorts up.
"If you are with other people. It's wrong to make them like what you want. You have to ask that person. Otherwise you are forcing against their will. If you had any clothes on. Would you like it if I stripped you?"
She smiled big, "yes!"
"Ok. Wrong question to ask."
She had that schoolgirl laugh and mischievous eyes. She yanked my shorts down again then ran off laughing into the back yard. I was not quite sure what to make of her. I knew one thing for sure I had to get birth control pills for her. I picked up some at the hospital. I went in to take a bath when I came out all the towels were gone. She had hidden the towels so I would have to parade around naked looking for them.
Every morning I would wake up and she would be playing with my erection and my testicles. Sometimes she would have it in her mouth sucking away. Sometimes she would be licking it. Sometimes stroking it and playing with my testicles. I realize most men would give all they owned to be in this situation. However, I had a code of ethics and I was never raised like that.
I was worried about her. Worse than that, I was not sure what was going to become of her. I would only be in South Africa for two years. Then I would have to return to the United States. I knew I couldn't bring her back there. The only thing I could do was to educate her enough so she could survive without me. I began with English. Every day for two hours, English language and writing. She was a fast study. The reason I say two hours because she lost interest after that. Then all she wanted was to play and have sex.
I was not up for sex as often as she was, I would just watch her out side playing and masturbating. Sometimes that was more stimulating that actually having sex with her. Then there was the morning, I was always erect and she took that as a sign I was ready for sex. I could only teach her what I knew and that was medicine. I knew she could always work as a nurse and be self sufficient. By the second year I even got her into the hospital and she became an aid working with some of her own people. I looked at her and was amazed how she had grown. I never knew how old she was.
She stood naked in my bedroom smiling at me. She looked like a full grown beautiful woman to me. I made to love to her for the last time that night. I returned to the States and she wrote me every day until I learned she had contracted an extremely deadly strain of Tuberculosis in a remote area where she had been working. I will always fondly remember my South African encounter.
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