The events depicted in this story happened on the night of January 31st. I am kinda late with this one because Annette was initially against the idea of me writing about her. I managed to convince her anyway because that’s what the sheriff is good at: convincing girls to do his bidding. I enjoyed sex with Annette more than Conte enjoys hugging people. She was one of those chicks I shagged until I was exhausted to the frontier. I am talking balls dry and dick clapping in appreciation. The sex left me feeling like a Chinese laborer constructing the Great Wall back in 220 BC. When she left, I couldn’t help but notice she was walking with a limp. I must have given her a cruciate ligament injury that would keep her on the sidelines for some days. I had ran through her like a bulldozer while she had submissively served me the glorious gift of sweet cunt – again and again. I can’t even remember how many rounds we did. It’s like we just kept on going and going. It was unrivaled non-stop action. Every time both of us came, we would start kissing each other again and seconds later, I would be inside her. What was special about the night was that it was raining heavily all over Nairobi. KPLC had also decided that Kenyans in our hood deserved no power. So there I was at around 8pm, with a candle in my sitting room, waiting for Annette to lay foot in my crib. Given how heavily it was raining, there were no signs of power coming any time back soon. Luckily I had already prepared supper and bought some chocolate too. When she’d arrive, everything would be well set and we’d only have four things to do: 1.) Eat 2.) Fuck 3.) Rest 4.) Repeat. I kept chatting with Annette. She told me she was still in tao, sheltering under some building because it was raining too heavily. She called me to discuss whether we should postpone the shag date. I told her it was okay to postpone to a day that would be more convenient for her but she insisted she really wanted to see me and so she’d just brave the rains. In fact, my suggestion to postpone seemed to have disappointed her. That came out rather surprising because seducing her had been difficult to begin with. She couldn’t stop stating how she feared me because of my reputation as a vagina explorer. She also revealed how she wasn’t used to casual sex. She had just broken with her boyfriend of four years recently. Her affinity for taking hard stances meant I only managed to fully convince her on the morning of the same day we were to meet. She promised that as soon as she left her workplace, she would come over. 9 pm was fast approaching with no signs of Annette. After a few more minutes of waiting, she said she was on her way. When she alighted from the mat, it was still raining. I wanted to pick her up but she insisted she’d just get a nduthi to bring her over. However, when she reached the main gate of our lane of compounds, the watchman insisted that nduthis weren’t allowed inside the gated community. So Annette called me to go get her. I was excited to see her. We held each other at the waist as we rushed back to my house to escape the hard-hitting rain.
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When we got to the house , I closed the door and welcomed her. We didn’t even talk much. I stroked her cheek, then her hair. “Oh, God,” she whispered, swiveling her hips and thighs in a way that sent me right over the edge. Only a few words and then she lost her train of thought as my hands started swirling tight, erotic circles on her back . . . her hips . . . her ass. I was hungry for her and she felt the same way. Proceedings kicked off quickly when my lips brutally claimed hers all thanks to my tendency to not waste time. My hand shaped her neck, my thumbs held her jaw in place for my assault. Horniness howled in my veins, wanting things, needing things. Lucky for me, she surrendered, no fight left in her, no longer wanting to be the difficult ‘hard-to-get’ woman. She let me work her mouth, slide my tongue inside and map the roof. She let me handle her in whatever manner that suited my preferences. Only a few munjus in, I broke the kiss, my eyes hazy with a strange brew of lust and compassion. I nuzzled along the line of her jaw, my lips igniting volcanic heat across her skin. “Napenda boobs zako, ” I told her as hands kneaded her rear in a way that made her mindless with desire. Moisture flooded her punani at the thought of what would come next. As she felt the bubbles in her bones, I grabbed the chocolate pack with one hand and tore it with my teeth. The other hand remained around her shoulder. The mere touch of my hand circling the back of her neck sent an odd little warmth running through her veins. “Philip I……. —” “Shhhh.” Her body short-circuited as I hushed her . The scent of her femininity reached my nostrils as I brought a chocolate piece to her mouth, her pupils so blown up they were all I could see. “Fungua mdomo ,” I coaxed. The gentle brush of the chocolate bar across her lips sent a current through her body. I stared down at her with a wicked smile, and then she felt me brush the bar over her lips again. Instinctively, sensually, she opened her mouth and let me feed it to her, breathing hard. By the time she swallowed, I had already began unwrapping her like I was a kid and she was a new toy inside a box. She joined the disrobing party and before we knew it, we were pulling each other’s clothes apart. Tops and shirts flew briefly in the air before succumbing to gravity . My meaty paw yanked away the fabric over her soft, aching breast. It did the same to her panties. My palm covered her easily, molding her soft flesh to my rough ministrations. The condom was introduced as soon as possible, my dick hard as iron, ready to bang. Ready to say hi to Le Punani. First I banged her on the couch, my cock abrading her sensitive folds as I plunged inside her mercilessly. Then I placed her buttocks on the armrest of the next couch and fingered her. I nuzzled against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing my way up to her earlobe, where she was a little ticklish. “Ooh,” she whispered. “Ooh! Oh, oh, oh,” she sighed, as I worked my fingers against the pussy lips . . . and then she forgot to moan, forgot about all of the world, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. I watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against my wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and I felt her contract against my fingers.
