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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
There is this chick called Wamboi. She sells jackets at a stall in Moi Avenue. I’ve been her regular customer for a while now. At first, our relationship was just a normal one – that of a customer and a seller. Then on Wednesday, things changed …..
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So I am chilling in my sitting room at around 6pm when I receive a Whatsapp message from an unfamiliar Airtel number.
*Stranger*: Hey…add me to your Whatsapp group. Nimepata number yako kwa blog yako. Unajua ni nani by the way?”
Me: Hapana …ni nani?
*Stranger*: Ni Wamboi….Ule dem anakuuzianga jackets.
Me: Oooh….Niaje Wamboi?
*Stranger*: Fit sana….yani hata haujawai niambia ni wewe huandika hizo story tamu tamu za sex? Unajua venye nazipenda? Kuna beshte yangu hunitumia links nazisoma tu but sijawai jua ni wewe kumbe.
Me: Nlidhani unajua….haha.
*Stranger*: Sikua najua aki. By the way si upitie shop kesho usiku. Niko na jacket poa sana unaeza penda.
Me: Maze Wamboi sai sina kakitu.
*Stranger*: Usijali….ntakufanyia bei poa sweety.
She just called me sweety? Okay. She has never called me that. No problem though. Should I go? Since there’s nothing I’ll b doing on Thursday evening, I figure it wouldn’t hurt to pass by Wamboi’s stall.
I stop by her stall at around 5pm on Thursday after getting out of a meeting at I&M building. I am wearing a suit and when I arrive, she can’t cease from telling me how good I look. I brush that off as a mere compliment but there’s more coming.
I take a look at the jacket she told me about and it’s indeed dope but I don’t buy it. I tell her I’ll come for it another day but she is reluctant to let me leave. She starts asking me several questions about my writing and my life. It doesn’t take long for me to notice that she is extremely flirty this evening. Her cleavage is also a bit more exposed as if set up like that on purpose to tempt the sheriff. But maybe I am just imagining things.
I entertain her chat for a lengthy period of time and before I realize, it’s almost 8 o clock. There are still no signs of her slowing down. She talks endlessly like she has been programmed.
Wamboi: So hizo story wewe huandika zote ni ukweli?
Me: yeah
Wamboi: Lakini mimi naogopa kuandikwa
Me: Mbona?
Wamboi: SItaki watu wajue ni mimi ….lol
Me: Haha…..Wamboi ni wengi hii Nairobi. But pia naeza badilisha jina. Sio lazima nitumie jina yako real nkiandika. I never write about people without their consent by the way. Kuna madem wengi husema nsitumie jina zao real.
Wamboi: Oh..but on second thought, sidhani naeza mind hata ukitumia jina yangu.
Me: Kwani unataka kuandikwa?
Wamboi: Nani haezi taka kucum kama hao madem hukua kwa article zako?
Me: Lakini sasa wewe hushinda job mpaka weekend.
Wamboi: Nani alisema watu hawaezi fanya mchezo kwa kazi? Si naeza funga hii mlango tu hata sai na tuanze….
Goddamn. I now get it. Wamboi is really horny and she wants us to get dirty right here in her stall. I am hesitant at first. I don’t wanna get caught like those NTV guys. However, she keeps insisting that nothing can go wrong.
If she isn’t worried, why should I be? I can pretty much guarantee I’ve been observed having sex more times than her and I’ve long since learned to tune out an audience. Besides, by now, she’s already curving that smile that no man can resist.
I realize that this is a lifetime opportunity. Banging a clothes seller in a stall? Magic.
She shuts the door and draws the curtain at the corner where customers try on new clothes before they buy. She asks me to get behind it with her. I gladly do so
Quickly, I push her garments up her soft arms, stopping when I reach the bangles that circle her wrists. She shivers a little at the sudden exposure and then gasps when I gather the material together in one hand. One twist of my fist and she is effectively trapped with her arms stretched out above her head. Heat rushes to her pussy as I trail the fingers of my free hand down her arm. Her nipples are throbbing, a clear invitation to touch – one she is hoping I won’t ignore.
Desire lights up her eyes, making them hot with promise. Breath catches in her throat when my hand curves around her breast. Judging by the way she is staring at me, she wants my mouth on her chest more than she wants to breathe again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she arches into me. Offering her globes. Asking. Aching. “Ninyonye…”
Wet and warm, my mouth closes over her right puckered nipple. I roll the left nipple between my thumb and forefinger; my touch gentle, but not too gentle. She cries out softly in mindless pleasure. She is arching her thighs against my jeans as I press and suck her nipples. Her vagina is burning up. By the time I release her from the sweet torture, tears are leaking from the corners of her angelic eyes. Her breathing is too labored, too uneven to allow for speech.
I give the bonds that hold her wrists immobile a little tug. The added tension sends shivers racing across her skin. She pants sharply, arching upward again, whimpering delightedly as my hand slides down along her belly and into the waistband of her pants.
“Weeeet….,” I murmur hoarsely as I probe her slick, swollen flesh, fingering her clit with maddening acceleration, bringing her right to the edge. And then I stop.
“Nataka kuona pussy yako”, I say with a rather naughty grin.
Wamboi groans as my hand is withdrawn. Her eyes look at me with an air of disappointment. It’s like they are talking to me. It’s like they are barking the words, ‘Noooo. Don’t stop now. Not now!’
Even after I let go of her wrists, she still breathes heavily. As my hands slowly coax her pants off her body, she smiles
I eamine her coochie, before making her touch the wall, so that her ass is all bared for my view. My right hand creeps to her chest to grab her boob as my left hand slides between her ass cheeks and goes back to her pussy. I ensure I press my body fully against hers. I can feel it, her blood running hot and fast
I spread her thighs wide and she helps me, opening herself further for me. The first swipe of my index finger on her vaginal lips sends fire to her nerves. She goes off in seconds. I’m not sure which of us is more surprised.
Despite the soaking of her punani, I don’t stop. Instead, I play the tease; circling her opening with one finger and pumping slowly with the other. Heat engulfs her; white hot heat, it leaves her writhing in my arms. My teeth nips at her shoulder as I hold her to me and continue thrusting, impaling her over and over.
Her thighs feel watery, due to the juices spilling on them. I free my hand from her then bring it to her buttock. I slowly stroke her bottom for a few moments, making her groan in anticipation of the first stinging spank, then I give it to her, followed by three more in rapid succession before pausing to finger her roughly again.
Wamboi can’t control the cry of passion that escapes her as she looks over her shoulder at the man giving her so much pleasure. She is drained, but she can’t keep her body from responding to my inner massage of that most sensitive nerve-filled spot. Her hips start to move with mine, gradually at first, then faster and harder until I am sliding in and out of her with long, firm finger strokes.
Her punani tightens around my fingers, capturing them, never wanting to let go. Wails escape her lips in reaction to my act of vigorously bumping against the very deepest point possible.
I keep on sliding my long fingers in and out of her slippery channel. It pinches a bit at first, burns a little, as her vaginal muscles stretch to accommodate the intruding fingers. There are so many nerves ringing that small circle of muscles that the sensations Wamboi feels are beyond intense. I am loving her facial expressions every time she cranes her neck backwards to look at me. She sighs and relaxes and bends further, spreading her legs wider, opening to me completely. She is becoming weak.
My fingers leave her and another series of smacks land on her warm bottom, making her stiffen and gasp at the sudden shift from pleasure and pain.
“Oh, please, Philip,” she begs. “Usiache kunifinger. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
Three fingers press back into her punani and she moans with relief at the exquisite stretching of her inner muscles. “Oh, yes…”
She can only bite her lip and nod shakily. She almost melts into a shivering mass, She pushes back onto my stroking fingers and wiggles her butt under my hand. For several minutes, I move like lightening. Soon, it becomes clear that she won’t be able to handle it anymore. She holds on for dear life as the peak begins to build.
Wamboi cums with a wavering cry, drenching my fingers with her climax. The orgasm sweeps her away. Sparks flash behind her closed eyes as she rides out the convulsive shudders that rock her in great throbbing waves. She can barely hear my ragged groan or murmured endearments. The intensity of the climax overtakes her, her body stiffening with the shuddering tremors that rumble through her like an earthquake. She feels boneless.
I have no option but to cover her mouth with my hand, muffling her keening wail because she is too loud and we are in a public place. She jerks and trembles in ecstasy before dropping limply to the plastic chair next to us. But I want to be the one sitting. I want her to kneel and give me a BJ first before I bang her.
I ask her to suck my Luhya manhood and she agrees. She lets me sit on the chair as she kneels and unzips my trousers. She takes my length slowly, deeply into her mouth. I can feel my thigh trembling beneath her hand as the head of my cock bumps her throat, then she slowly retreats and swirls her tongue around the engorged tip.
Glancing up, she sees my lips parting as a harsh breath passes between them. My eyes are dark with arousal. I am loving it.
“Do you like that, baby?” she teases, blowing gently against my wet flesh, then flicking it with light licks. My answer is to fist my hand in her hair and bring her head back down as I lift my hips, pushing my cock back between her willing lips. She smiles around my hard penile head then sucks me in earnest, knowing I am in no mood for the teasing.
She has the face of an angel, but she sucks cock like a devil. She lets me fill her mouth, fuck her there as roughly as I want.
But not every day is a good day
As I am lost in the bliss, there is a loud knock on the door.
“Wamboi fungua, ni Sammy,” a rough voice shouts .
Wamboi seems shocked.
“Sammy ni nani?” I ask her.
“Ni kijana wa mwenye hii building. Yeye hupitia majioni kuangalia kama kila mtu alifunga. Maybe alisikia nkimoan. Woi” she answers.
Fuck. Why does this keep happening to me?
