BEFORE

CHAPTER 5

Wes is a sex God. There is no other way to put it. What was an ancient sex God called in the times of Zeus? Eros right? Yes. Wes is his direct descendant for sure. You cant have a sex game like that out of the blue. You had to have inherited it from an ancestor or something. Anyways, the weekend I spent with him was nothing short of amazing.

He came to my place Friday evening and said I should pack an overnight bag because I am coming with him. I didn’t argue or say anything. We are not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend because we have not said the L-word or anything that might imply it. We are just vibing and sexing each other.

Nonetheless, the guy knows how to treat a woman, even his sex partner. Saturday morning when we woke up, he said we are going out for breakfast. Judging by his wealth, I thought we were going to Waterfront or Constantia Beach. But imagine my surprise when we pulled up at the airport and boarded a plane to Joburg. A breakfast date in Sandhurst. When I told Haley, she couldn’t believe it. Then the man took me to Sandton City for shopping. He said I can go crazy and I showed him flames. He gave me a bored look when I was done and said whatever I did didn’t dent his account at all.

He was daring me, so I dragged him to Joburg Central and bought several fabrics, even the expensive ones that I stay away from because of their cost. I also bought so many accessories and I pushed my luck by buying a new sewing machine. Nigga didn’t comment. We headed back to Cape Town after having dinner. Sunday afternoon, he sent me home after transferring R20k into my account. Talk about filthy rich. When Haley saw and heard everything Wes did, she approved him as a great ‘sugar man' candidate. Well his age doesn’t allow him to be a sugar daddy.

“So has he been generous with the money and stuff?” Melo asks. She is Allen's fuck buddy or sperm dish, I think I heard the guys call him that and they teased him about following a hooker when he could have any woman he wants in the world. The man commented about her freaky ways under the sheets. Well we all know how intense sex can cloud ones judgment.

I smile and nod at her. We are not that close. I just met her tonight at this gathering. She seems like a nice girl though. “Yeah, he took me to Joburg last Saturday for shopping.” It's already Friday. Time flies.
“That’s awesome. Has he given you money?” I don’t know why she is interested in Wes.
“Yeah, he has.”

“I was shocked when I discovered he was seeing a student. He usual goes for independent women and it's never serious. He once said that students can be very clingy and naïve, but I guess you are different.” I don’t know how to feel about what she just said. Is there some judgment in her tone? I cant seem to figure it out.

“How long have you know Wes and his squad?” I am curious.
“Allen and I have been on and off for nearly two years now. He is great guy but such a womanizer and he gets easily bored. So being in and out of his life keeps him on his toes.” Such a crazy logic. “Did you know that Wes is the richest one in their group?” well I didn’t know and had no intention of finding out. “He inherited a chunk of money from his grandfather who was the Prime Minister of England. He passed on 10 years ago. He had 5 kids, 8 grandkids but Wes was his favourite and that showed when he left 52% of his assets to Wesley.” The way she says this, it's a bit scary. It's like she is interested in Wes or something.

“That’s some personal piece of information.”
“Not when your grandfather was famous. Anyways come out with me for brunch tomorrow.” She takes my phone and puts in her number. “Ask for Wes to upgrade your gadget.” She smiles and then heads to Allen who is calling her. Weirdest encounter ever.

Wes approaches me with two drinks on his hands. “You’re okay?” he asks, handing me the colorful drink and sitting next to me.
“Yeah. I just found out weird facts about you but not from you.”
“You encountered a journalist?” He questions with a smirk. This guy never takes shit seriously.
“No. So your late grandfather is a former PM?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes he was the PM but that was him. We are two different people. Now can we please go dance or you wanna know more details about my private life?” woah. So he doesn’t like people asking about his private life? And this just highlights the merits of our situation. I shouldn’t pry.

“But you don’t know how to dance. You just move those shoulders of yours and you’re done.”
He laughs. “That’s not true. If you must know, I am a professional dance. I graduated from a dance school.”
“Because you were good or because the lecturers were tired of your stiff ass?”

He chortles. “Woman, you don’t say that to a man. You're stomping my ego.”
“Poor you, then.”

A Shakira song blasts through the speakers and I rush to the dance floor. I start shaking my nonexistent ass with no care in the world. Wes joins me and the dance just goes from semi sexy to full on take-your-clothes-off sexy or I am-going-to-make-you-come-in-public sexy. He doesn’t know how to move but his body, damn that body.

“Wanna get out of here, Bubbles?” he asks seductively, even though he knows I am leaving with him and I'm down with whatever he has planned for the evening.
“Lead the way.”

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NARATTED
With lust-filled eyes, she took his hand in hers and brought it up between her legs, towards the soft cleft. Her juices spread on his fingertips when he felt how wet she was. He tried to muster the will power to make sure he didn’t come first. Fiona did dare him and she wasn’t making things easy for him.

“Bubbles, calm down.”
“Are you admitting defeat?”
“Not a chance.” But he knew his wining chances were getting slimmer with every passing second his fingertips were in her warm haven.

Wes's cock pulsed in his underwear. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers drilled into her buttocks through the thin fabric of her sexy night dress. His hands reached under her nightgown and she parted her buttocks, earning a moan from Fiona.

“Love, I run this show.” He said.

Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped. He twisted her nipples, not hard but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm full boobs with his hands. He threw her onto the bed and she bounced softly on the mattress. She watched, licking her lips, as he pulled out his beautiful dick off its underwear. He brought it to her lips.

“Open wide princess.” Fiona grinned before opening her mouth. Wes grabbed her head and pulled her towards his pulsating member. He moaned loudly as her saliva-soaked tongue touched his sensitive tip with tentative strokes. Fiona took him all in, just the way he liked it and he was groaning like a bull. He did not give a fuck about the bet now. All he wanted was to fully. embrace the pleasure this woman was giving him. When he was on the edge, he pulled out and took a deep breath.

Fiona giggled. “I almost had you there.”

She turned and lay on her stomach, presenting her flawless butt to him. He pulled up her hip with his hands and enjoyed how warm and soft her skin was. He caressed her butt, parted and slapped them lightly.

“You live to torture me, don’t you?” he asked, slapping her again and she gasped.
“No. Just give it to me, Wesley. My cunt is wet for only you.” He slapped her harder this time and Fiona cried out.
“Who told you about my grandfather?” two more slaps.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” when she didn’t answer his question, he continued slapping her butt.

“Any time now, Bubbles.” He rubbed her now red butt cheeks and moved lower to caress her pussy lips before slapping them a bit hard. That set off Fiona. She climaxed, burying her head on the pillow. After a few moments, she recovered and Wes grinned, feeling victorious. “Princess, we can do that again, over and over until you tell me the answer I am looking for.”

“Oww fuck, Wes. One of the girls. They told me about your grandfather and that you usually go for mature independent women. Not struggling students.”
He sighed. “That wasn’t so difficult, and who I fuck is nobody’s business. Tell that to your new friend.”

He didn’t wait for her to say anything. Instead, he straightened his cock and pressed it against her leaking pussy. She gasped as his broad glans parted her labia and pressed into her. With both hands around her hips, he thrust his cock into her. His balls hit her pussy and Fiona emitted muffled sounds.

“Who I am related to is none of your business. Know your place, love.” He murmured as he continues delivering long hard strokes that made Fiona cry out every time.