What do you call a female master? A mistress of course. What do you call a woman who has mastered the art of giving head? Simple. A headmistress. Saturday, September 23rd was the day I got one of the best blowjobs of my life. And it happened while I was watching a Chelsea vs Stoke City game. If you’ve never had a girl suck your dick while watching a football game, try that shit. It’s one of the best feelings in the world. As I have mentioned before, I prefer watching football at home. I watch online on my laptop. I don’t like hanging out in clubs, that’s why you rarely see me writing stories of myself in the club scene. I am more of an events and concerts guy. That Saturday, I woke up really stressed. Some family issues had not gone according to plan. My website was also down and my hosting company was struggling to help. I planned on staying at home the whole day since that’s my ritual when I am not in a good mood. I stay at home and watch movie after movie to keep my mind away from the troubles at hand. As I was chilling, Fatuma texted me, asking me if I was free. She wanted to meet. I might not have told you about Fatuma. She is a Muslim chick, though she never wears a hijab. She lives in Westy, comes from a rich family and loves the good life (been lucky with these posh chicks lately). I specifically like her skin. It’s neither too dark nor brown. It has some form of mystique – a unique complexion that I rarely see on other girls. I met her on Instagram, about a month ago. I liked a good number of her pictures (fisi-style) then she took a screenshot of my likes, posted it and tagged me with the caption “thanks for the love.” When I saw her comment, I felt it was wise to shoot my shot so I kept the conversation alive on the comment section and just kept on creating random topics and humor. When I asked her a really naughty but witty question, she went quiet for a few hours. I thought I had pissed her off until I saw her responding via DM. It’s always a good sign when a girl is the first to DM. That means you can control the conversation.

I wanted to meet her a soon as possible but she said she wasn’t in Nairobi at the moment. She promised she’d hit me up when she was back. I didn’t put my hopes high since chicks rarely follow up on such promises. Surprisingly though, she hit me up on that Saturday morning, asking if I was free. She was ready to hang out. I like scheduling my dates away from game times. Soccer is important to me and I never like missing a game because of sex. Moreso, some chicks usually want a man’s full attention. They catch feelings or get bored when you watch something while they are around. I thought of asking Fatuma to come at night instead or the next day but since the Chelsea game was at 5 pm, I figured, it would do no harm to invite her early. With all that stress, the idea of some good sex with such a beauty wasn’t so bad. I had already given her directions and she said she’d come over at 2 pm after she was done doing her laundry. She showed up at 3 though. I welcomed her, offered her some food but she declined politely, saying she had already eaten. No problem, I sat next to her. It’s always advisable to sit just next to a girl when she comes to your place. There should be no distance. It’s like girls’ vaginas tend to dry up when you are sitting far away from them. They get nervous or something. They might even change their mind. Sitting far away also makes it awkward to move in for the kiss or to cuddle. But when you are sitting just next to her and both your bodies are in contact, things tend to flow without setbacks. We talked for about five minutes then started kissing. We had already agreed we were going to bang several days prior to that, during one of our late night chats. The only question was when? That question was now being answered In between the plethora of kisses, I thought it would be perfect to bend Fatuma over the couch and give it to her from behind but she stopped me; “Twende bedroom yako please……napenda sex kwa bed.” No problem. I walked her to the bedroom before we resumed the kisses and the caresses. Pushing her shirt up over her tits, I tongued her nipples through her bra, but then I pushed that up to lick the soft flesh directly. While I did that, Fatuma reached between us and massaged my cock through my pants. Her fingers opened the fly of my jeans and when they fell to my ankles, I stepped out of them She took off my jeans as I took off hers. She took off my t-shirt as I took off her top and bra. The same applied to undergarments. She placed herself on the bed and opened her legs wide. The curls of her muff opened up like an exotic, tropical flower. rosy and sweet. That punani was glistening. I was sure it was sweet even before I had tasted it. The windows were open, the breeze making the little beige curtains wave. The wind danced across her stomach. Over her nipples, turning them into hard beads. Horniness drove me insane every time I looked at her. I frantically searched for some three condoms that I had placed on top of the office table in my bedroom. I couldn’t find them. What the fuck? Where were they? I had put them there before her arrival. The table had lots of stuff on top of it so I guess that’s why it was difficult to locate the rubbers. Fatuma was almost getting concerned but luckily I noticed that a novel I had reading the previous day was raised at an angle. It was Stephen King’s Mr. Mercedes. I checked under the book and the condoms were there. A million phewks. I wore one CD swiftly and approached Fatuma faster than a Lamborghini Murciélago being driven by Jeremy Clarkson. I sank my cock inside her warm, wet vagina and felt the beauty of life. The sex was wild and fast-paced. We did three rounds almost non-stop. The third round ended because I needed a break. I hadn’t even cum. I had just cum once. Sometimes I cum in good time when the chick is also getting her orgasm but there are times I take forever to cum. I guess that’s a good thing. Ladies like a man who keeps going and going until they themselves surrender. Fatuma didn’t look like the kind to surrender though I rememeber how she was ready to go again just a few minutes after the second round. She leisurely rubbed her toes, and ankles against my penis and balls, getting me up again, before she resituated her pelvis and opened her thighs wider, looked at me and opened her cream soaked labia with her fingers. “Want more … of me?” She asked as if I had the power to say no . I banged her again for a full thirty minutes. But now I needed another rest. I looked at the time and it was seven minutes to 5 pm. Wonderful, Game time was here. I asked Fatuma if she was okay with watching football and she said she didn’t mind. I switched on the laptop and typed watchsports.live on the browser. The stream there was buffering so I went to stream2watch.cc instead for a better coverage. The latter had a perfect stream. And so we sat there naked, touching each other and watching the game. Like most ladies, Fatuma has never been a football fan but she appeared interested in the proceedings. Or so I thought. Only a few passes and kicks had been made, when I saw her head moving downwards. She grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. She then pulled it out again almost immediately, making a pop sound in the process. She drew a breath as she saw my already sizable soft-on grow into a beautiful, monumental erection. “Acha nikusuck ukiwatch! ” she siad, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a murmur. This was going to be interesting. I gave her the go-ahead. She started lower than I’d expected, laving my balls with long, slow swipes of her tongue before giving each a good, hard suck. My eyes bulged and my hands balled into fists, with a bit of the blanket trapped in each. My cock was impossibly hard and eager for her mouth’s attention. When she finally released my balls, she grasped my cock by the root. Swooping down, she wrapped her lips around the head. The heat from her mouth was intense in relation to the cool breeze that had been blowing against my skin. That sensation intensified as she worked her way down my length, swallowing me inch by inch until my pubic curls tickled her nose. She took her mouth off it once again “Unafeel aje? ” she inquired. “Nafeel poa.” I was lost for a moment in the cold and heat of it. The strange vulnerable thrill of it. She laughed and claimed she hadn’t even started yet. Her laughter was dark and rich like brownie batter and I wanted to eat a bowl of it. Of her. She then began sucking with a tempo that awakened every sub-nerve on the head of my penis. She was slobbering on it like she was dying of thirst and my dick contained the only water for miles around. This sent a feeling of highness all over my body. It was surreal. Parts of my body that seemed so pedestrian, so bland and normal every other moment of my life now felt electric. The air I breathed, the skin on my body—my entire self—was electric. I almost shot a load straight into her mouth but she withdrew her lips once again. Her fingers maintained a tight grip around my Luhya manhood. “I almost choked…..” she exclaimed. Impossibly, a wild gust of laughter blew through her throat. I laughed too, and it was a whole new layer of connection.
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Like a truly naughty girl, she allowed her saliva to trickle down to the penis, creating enough lubrication before stroking it hard with artistic hand movements. My veins almost busted. The sweetness was too much. While I was still in shock at the skills of her hands, she opened her mouth wide and drove all the way to the base of the Luhya manhood. Moving slowly, she dragged her lips back up, keeping them tightly pursed so I’d feel the pressure, and tracing the underside of my shaft with her tongue. She maintained the lip-lock as she commenced blowing me in earnest, her head bobbing as her mouth moved up and down my length. She took a moment to stare right up into my eyes and the power of her pupils robbed my body of all the backup strength. My excitement kept skyrocketing, as she never wavered in her oral assault. Her tongue was just incredible. It felt like I was being caressed by a magical mouth with a thousand tiny hands in it. My hips began pumping and my waist rose and fell on the blanket like I was trying to fuck her face, a motion I couldn’t have stopped even if I had wanted to. Not missing a beat, she moved right with me. I hang on for dear life. The loudest sound in the room wasn’t even the football commentary. It was the rhythmic ulgk ulgk ulgk as she, I can only assume, tried to suck my penis into submission. Soon, my load rushed through the trunk. A second later, hot cream spewed from my dick and spilled out into Fatuma’s mouth. I came so hard that I blacked out momentarily. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to swallow it all up, not wanting to lose a drop. She was able to gulp most of it down with ease like it was nothing, but some of it filled her cheeks, causing them to bulge like those of kids from one of those posh schools like Makini and Brookhouse who eat sausages every morning. She finished me off, milking even more cum out of my balls with her gentle and loving hands. She gulped down each shot I fed her and kept sucking my Luhya manhood until she’d drained me of every last drop. Finally, I was spent. My dick remained parked in her mouth, like a sponsor’s Range Rover outside his campus sugarbabe’s hostel. She had stopped stimulating me since she knew a man is very sensitive immediately after offloading. When it was clear that my stores were empty, she released my cock and gave the head of my cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid. “Haya….. concentrate kwa game sasa .” she smiled. I shifted my attention back to the game just in time for Pedro’s second goal. I hadn’t realised how long the blowjob had lasted. I was truly blessed to have enjoyed the fruits of her mouth’s expertise for all those minutes. We both celebrated the goal and hugged, her titties bouncing off my chest. “Half time ikifika ntakupea blowjob ingine. ” she said as she got up to go the loo. More head? Holy Hugh Hefner. I wasn’t sure I could handle it but I would try.
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