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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
Last Friday (September 1st) was my birthday. I am getting old. I am 27 years old now. I know I look 22 but I actually am 27. It’s high time I started vetting candidates for the position of future Mrs. Etemesi. I intend to get married at the age of 30 or 32 latest so I have a few more years to make the right choice. The position comes with a lot of benefits, including unlimited access to my money, orgasming like a porn star every single night and waking up next to a living legend every single morning.
I am just kidding. Me? Marry? Hell no! My biggest mission in is to have a net worth of 500 million dollars. The other collective mission is to impregnate one Colombian woman, one Brazilian woman, one Spanish woman, one Ethiopian woman, one Rwandese woman and one Kenyan woman. That’s six kids in total, all playing around my mansion in Marbela. Imagine that – United Nations of little sheriffs.
Anyway, since it was my birthday, I didn’t want the day to pass without some intense sex. What’s sweeter than birthday sex? Given that I wanted the best lungula possible, I decided to not go for a new girl. I went in to my archives to look for a former perfect lay. New girls are always fun but they can be unpredictable. Some might refuse to give blowjobs. Others might say they are tired after only two rounds. Others might be too serious and rigid in bed……and so on. I didn’t want sex that was corrupted with hardships on my birthday so I had hollad at chicks that I’ve banged with before who were adventurous and delicious. I had began doing that as early as Wednesday actually.
I hollad at Daniella, the medicine student that I banged in a bush during a hiking trip but she said she would only make it on Sunday. That would be too late for me. I proceeded to holla at Glo, the chick I banged at a bash but she wasn’t in Nairobi at that time unfortunately. Then I hollad at Dela, the chick who was an expert at riding but she was sick. As I tried figuring out who to holla at next, I remembered Mildred, the blogger.
At first she was hesitant. After our last encounter, we had a minor misunderstanding. We stayed without talking for several weeks but I convinced her that humans disagree and there was no harm in us using our private parts to sign a peace treaty. She ingiad box. She told me to alert her when i was done with work on Friday afternoon so she would leave work too and come over
At around 1:30 pm on Friday as I was being treated to a birthday lunch at some fancy restaurant by my friends Jabali and Gidi, I got a text from Mildred;
“Hey, is it possible for us to meet hata sai? Nimeboeka kwa ofisi. “
I could have dropped everything I was doing and met her immediately but I learned a long time ago that a smart man never bends to a lady’s wishes like a piece of wire. A smart man operates by his own rules and time frame. If a woman says, do this, and you immediately do it, her respect for you will vanish.
“The earliest I can be done with work is 3 pm but hata hiyo siko sure. Relax ntakushow when niko ready.”
“Sawa…..utanishow” she responded meekly.
After the lunch, I went back to my hood, bought meat, ingredients and a few foodstuffs from the supermarket before heading home. I enjoy cooking for women because I am really good at it but sometimes I like making them struggle with the sufurias just to see whether they are the “nibuyie” type or the responsible type. Since Mildred hadn’t cooked the first time we met, I figured it was about time she did so.
When I was relaxed and ready, I gave her the green light to come through.
She arrived about an hour later, looking all official and lovely with a knee-length skirt, which framed not only her beautiful ass, but also her nice hips. I’d always thought Mildred was beautiful; that afternoon, she was splendid – hoooot. Her presence doubled-up my desire. I couldn’t wait to make her cunt muscles pulse in and out like butterfly wings until her vulva clenched in creamy spasms.
I planted kisses all over her lips, cheeks and neck as soon as she stepped into my sitting room- before she even sat down. I always like to start the action as soon as a girl enters my door. I find it sexy and erotic. Spending too much time talking before the intimacy begins usually bores me…….
She didn’t object to my early feasting of her body…….
Her lips were cool, slippery with a fruity-tasting gloss. I grabbed her butt and squeezed it. Under the tight skirt, her round derrière felt solid yet giving, a comforting presence in my arms.
Somehow she told me with her body where to touch, how to touch, when to touch. She had always been a relaxed girl. Except for her speeding fingers, she moved with a nun’s slow serenity. This time though, she was hungry. The kissing was pacy and deep. We were matching the movement of our lips to each other’s urges as though we could read minds. I held her close to me as her breathing spiked. She ran her fingers through my hair, stroked my back. Her touch felt so good. I felt enveloped and inflamed, nurtured and hungry.
When I did pull my mouth away from hers, it was to whisper, more breathlessly than ever. “You smell nice,” I said, nuzzling her neck.
I took off her coat and breathed slightly. I opened the first two buttons of her blouse, bending down to kiss her chest and tits —and stopped, my eyes inches from the field of picturesque bumps that pulsed, ever so slightly, with each beat of her heart.
Clearly, her skin had been engineered for sensitivity as well as for exotic looks. Her mammaries were surprisingly soft even when felt through clothing—much like the skin I had expected, but textured in an intricate topography of hills and valleys.
Soon I was lifting up her skirt. My hands ran up her thighs and down the inside crevices. Pleasure was the unmistakable emotion on her face as I began to tease her labia through the fabric. I could feel her heat and wetness through her underwear. I began to work my body down her, using my fingers to create new erogenous zones all over her rib cage and stomach. My fingers took hold of the elastic on her underwear and pulled it down.
I don’t know how I did it but I managed to take everything away from her body in less than a minute. Everything except her bra. I paused to take in the sight I had uncovered: the thighs, the flat belly, and all the lush fullness of the body underneath.
I undressed with the same speed. As soon as my t-shirt was on the floor, I unzipped my jeans, pulled down my boxers and my cock leaped out, radiating heat. The way she looked at it said a lot about how much she had missed it.
I pulled out a CD from a stash that I keep in a nearby cupboard, then wore it. Slowly and carefully, I placed Mildred on one of the couches before parting her legs. I lifted her right leg in the air and licked it before slowly penetrating her. I pushed the head of my cock gently inside of her. She tensed her body; I waited. Then she relaxed and her hips began to move, pulling me into her. When I was deep inside of her, I lay still on top of her. Our bodies relaxed, fitting into each other. I didn’t move until she did. I stroked her just a little slower than her motion demanded; her body demanded more. I began pumping gently.
” Nilikua nimekumiss,” she said smokily, her voice smooth as plum.
Undulating her hips, she groaned at the combined sensations. There were construction workers outside that the landlady had hired to replace a section of the compound’s wall. They were making a little noise but I didn’t care. I remembered how they looked at her with extreme thirst several minutes ago when she arrived.
“Hawaezi niskia nikimoan?” she inquired about the possibility of her pleasure sounds falling on strange ears.
“Hawaezi…hii hao ni kubwa sana. Sound haiezi pita hata walls.’ I shrugged. She relaxed.
As my Luhya manhood went in and out of her canal, her fingertips slid down my back like warm raindrops. Mildred’s body felt so good. She kissed me deep and slow, moved for me, gave me everything a woman can give to a lover.
I began licking her skin as I made love to her. My tongue worked in broad, moist strokes across her breastbone, then tickled the plump curve where her neck and shoulders joined.
Mildred moaned for me to continue—maybe words, and maybe not. Whichever, her meaning was clear. She slumped toward me, and I could feel her body going even softer under my arms. I studied her face: round and glowing and yearning, as beautiful as any sight I had ever seen. Her eyes were closed, her face tight with bliss and a growing need for more stimulation.
I grabbed her left hand and licked the flowery sweetness off it with more and more eroticism and enthusiasm. Sometimes I moved my dick in a stirring motion to tickle the valleys in between; usually, then, she would gasp, a soft, ragged sound that made a shudder run through my own body.
When she lifted her legs and locked them around my waist, I felt a spark shoot through my head, a ripping ecstasy like a golden meteorite in my mind. And in the next moment, that mind was no longer mine alone. I lowered myself to Mildred totally and made sure most of my skin touched hers. I felt my entire being suffused by that sharp, golden electrical charge. A thrill rose from her painted toenails to my scalp, and beyond. I lost myself and felt like I was high out of some goods from the Cali Cartel.
The shining excitement I felt was joined by something more nurturing: a calm, like the rocking depths of the ocean. I felt our bond growing tighter. And with each part of her body I touched, my own responded differently. I was overheated and then more coolly relaxed, breathing hard and then gently.
She was burning with pleasure in every part of her body, sequentially: her thighs shaking and nipples so hard they almost ached, the genital excitement so strong that I felt her own juices making a mess on the couch. Her fingers and toes clenched and unclenched; her scalp flushed and tingled.
As her own heat took her from inside, all she could do was whimper. The tempo of her sounds matched my thrusts. Joy pulsed through her.
I felt her orgasm building long before she came. As she began to come, her hands clawed at my back. Once she scratched at my hair so hard I cried out with her. As her orgasm began to ebb, I kept thrusting—gentle circles in the soaked punani. I searched with her for her next orgasm before the last one had subsided. Together we found it, and later a smaller one.
I hadn’t cum yet though….
“How did you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?” I wasn’t so sure what she meant.
“Umemanage to hit the same sensitive spot till I came…..so sweet.”
“That’s my secret.” I boasted.
“Haha…enyewe you are good at this. Who taught you? You aren’t like other guys wenye wanashinda wakipindua dem and changing positions without even hitting the spot.”
“Still…my secret. Haha” I added before giving her another kiss.
“Sawa tu…..Acha nirest a bit now.” she requested.
“No resting ……I still haven’t had enough of you.” I denied her request before scooping her with my hands and carrying her to my bedroom and placing her on the office table I have there.
“Gosh…you want to kill me?” she purred.
“ Yeah….Kill you with pleasure.”
“Waaa…Lord, have mercy….Ni sawa…but……..”
Before she could finish what she was saying, my Luhya manhood was back inside her, saying hello to those sensitive vaginal nerves once again. She came again in like three minutes.
But I still hadn’t cum yet. I was still rock hard inside of her. Again, I carried her and placed her on the bed before moving my cock back where it belonged. Five minutes in and she orgasmed again, this time accompanied by a scream so loud that I had to cover her mouth with mine and kiss her to arrest the noise before it made me a trending topic among the a construction workers outside.
I suspect they heard the moans, given the way they looked at me the next morning when I was escorting Mildred.
Anyway, I finally came, like 30 minutes later.
We had too much sex that evening and night. We just kept going and going. We couldn’t stop. I gave Mildred more rounds than I can remember, making her orgasm until her knees were weak and her vagina was too sore and sensitive that it couldn’t take dick anymore. By the time we were done, It had suffered a technical knockout.
She couldn’t believe it. Early in the morning at around 4 am, she had to wake me up to issue another compliment and inquire about the source of my bedroom super powers.
“Seriously, how do you do it? You don’t fuck like some other guys. I mean, you take your time, you know. It’s like you got a brain in your dick instead of a dick for a brain, you know?”
I gave a comedic answer, making her push me gently on the chest.
“Aki wewe” she purred once more.
When a girl says “aki wewe”, she is deeply smitten, she is yours to do whatever you want with. She is in your locked box and the key has been thrown into the ocean
We both laughed and rolled around the bed together. Before she knew it.my hands were on her boobs, my lips were on hers and my dick was back inside her.
Best birthday ever.
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