Still under the spell of the French Riviera black curse, a busty teacher had watched a TV documentary about the bustling Calabar Port in Nigeria. Puzzled, she had a strange kinky dream the following night, seeing herself being lost, passed around, and pimped at one of the Port truck stops. Was that just a dream or an astounding premonition?

The married beauty was very wet between her quivering legs. The dream had been one of the most vivid, dirtiest dreams of her life.

Cecile was hornier now than she had been last night when Laurent had to go to work, living her hanging.

She couldn't remember the young taxi driver's face she'd been with, he probably wasn't even a real person, just a large dark shadowy figure.

Cecile glanced over at her sleeping husband, but he wouldn't be up for another round after last night nor could he live up to her dream lover's skill.

The remnants of her dream lingered into her mind, haunting her with its vivid and unsettling imagery.

For a fleeting instant, she wondered if that dream had nothing related to the hidden legend of the French Riviera black curse currently coursing across the area.

For months, it had captivated her attention, describing its supposed transformation of buxom women into insatiable nymphomaniacs for any black youths.

And for unknown reasons, she had fully embraced it.

The dream had taken her deep into the heart of Africa, to a bustling truck stop, where she found herself acting as the sleaziest truck stop whore ever.

It had all started with a TV documentary she had half-watched, a couple of days ago about an African port located in Nigeria, the Calabar port.

The intensity of the dream had left Cecile emotionally shaken. She had tossed and turned, unable to find solace in sleep for days on end.

And now, the awkward dream had returned, plaguing her once again.

Questions swirled into her mind, causing further unease.

Was this dream a manifestation of the French Riviera curse taking a deeper hold of her? Or, even more disconcerting, was it a premonition of an upcoming trip to Africa?

Her husband's mention of a potential long business assignment in Africa added another layer of complexity.

As an investor focused on aiding local communities in accessing water and electricity, he had suggested Cecile accompany him. The timing seemed uncanny, fueling her growing apprehension.

The dream had stirred a mix of fear, unbelievable arousal state, shameful and degrading public behaviors, and a sense of foreboding deep within her.

She knew she needed to confront these emotions and explore the truth behind her unsettling kinky visions.

Unbeknownst to the buxom teacher, the dream was far from over.