Tales Of Etemesi

My First Sex Tape

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I paused the episode of 'Dynasty' that I was watching and glanced over at the clock. If I didn't want to be late, I'd have to start getting ready now. Laila had instructed me to be at her apartment in Kileleshwa by 6:30pm. Apparently she had rented an apartment when she had been in the country two months prior. She did so because her visits to Kenya are frequent and she didn't fancy staying in a hotel every time she was around. She hadn't mentioned it during our first meeting but she had let me in on that bit of information during one of our chats during the week.
As you might know, I don't usually bang women at their places. I prefer doing it at my place or any other place that's not the lady's place. But this was American pussy for crying out loud. I'd be a fool to start giving conditions. For tonight and only for tonight, the rule of me playing majority of my matches in my home ground would be relaxed.
My neighbour and friend Ken had mentioned that he'd be going to Kileleshwa too that evening to spend the night with his girlfriend.
He offered to drop me by Laila's apartment and I figured it would be a good idea since whenever you are going to a stranger's place it's always advisable for a friend to know exactly where you are, just in case something goes wrong.
I needed the downtime to collect my composure before Ken came over, because I was a mass of chaotic anxiety. First I indulged in a long soaking bath as I tried in vain to calm my overwrought nerves.
After that, I dried myself and got dressed. I was confident in my appearance. I looked at myself in the mirror and sucked in my breath as I imagined how making love to Laila would feel. Would she be gentle or forceful?
I didn't want gentleness from her. I wanted her rough and hard.
There was a knock on my door just as I was wearing my shoes. My stomach lurched up into my throat as I thrust my feet into the shoes and nervously picked the padlock from the table. When I swung the door open, Ken stood there, his big body filling the doorway.
"Uko ready?"
"Yeah...niko ready, " I managed to croak out.
I quickly locked up and followed him to his Fielder.
The drive seemed to take an eternity. With each passing mile, the tension coiled and swelled within me. By the time we pulled by the gate of the apartment block, I felt lightheaded, and my pulse pounded loudly at my temples.
The watchman approached us and asked where we were going. I told him the house number then he called Laila and sought her approval before allowing me in. I love places where the watchman has to call the house owner first before allowing a visitor in. In such places, you can never get busted if you are a guy with a collection of baes. If one shows up unannounced yet you are naked inside with another, you just tell the watchman to say "alitoka na hajarudi bado."
So, I stepped out of the car and knocked fists with Ken through the window before making my way to the stairs. Laila's apartment was on the second floor.
When I got to her door and pressed the bell, she opened it quickly, like she had just been near it, waiting.
I smiled and so did she. Neither of us spoke.
She was wearing a maroon robe and she looked sexy as hell. I stepped into her living room and she proceeded to lock the door. Shortly after, I had her tiptoeing after me.
I thought we were going to kiss and cuddle first but to my surprise, she turned me around and dropped her rob, revealing her naked nutella glory. Before I could process her nakedness, she had sank to her knees. It wasn't the first time I had been with a woman who didn't like wasting time but I was still startled by her hasty approach to carnal activities
Frantically, she unzipped my trousers, pulled them down together with my boxers and grabbed my cock.
Damn!!!
Maybe she was super hungry for some action or maybe she just wanted to confirm if my member was big enough for her liking. I believe it was the latter. I have a feeling that if I had a tiny pee-pee, she could have cancelled the date and dismissed me. She seemed like a woman who never settled for less.
Judging from her facial expressions, she was more than pleased with what she saw.
'Wow!! My ex-husband's penis was only about a third of yours." she voiced her approval while dissing her former man's tool as she spoke for the first time that evening.
She looked up to see me towering over her. I stroked her cheek, and she nuzzled into my palm. Her soft touch lit fire to my balls. My dick pulsed with an agony only she could soothe.
"Now Philip, I need to ask you something."
""Ask me."
'Will you have a problem doing as I command?"
"No!!"
"Good...I want us to make a sex tape."
"I am not sure that's......."
"Shhhhh...Don't worry. You will be the one filming so your face won't appear anywhere. You will just be filming me and your body from your neck going downwards....okay?."
"Okay...."
"Good. Take off your phone and start recording. I want you to fuck my mouth with your big African cock. Fuck me until I choke. I wont even suck it. Just fuck my mouth."
This was crazy. I had never made a tape in my life but I quickly complied. I grabbed my phone from my coat pocket and began recording.
I was achingly erect. Hard. Thick. She guided the tip to her lips and gently brushed it against her teeth before letting it in.
I plunged deep into her mouth. I worked back and forth and she kinda forgot her earlier vow to not to suck my dick. She sucked avidly at me, running her tongue from tip to base .
Before she knew it, I was taking control, I stilled for a moment and tapped her cheek with the fingers of my free right hand. Then I tilted her head upward, my cock nearly sliding free of her lips.
Harder and deeper I thrust. I held my phone in place, fucking her mouth with ruthless abandon. If she had hoped I would be too gentle, too soft, she'd feared wrong. There was nothing gentle about my possession. I took her with savage abandon.
Several times she thought I was on the verge of my release and coughed out sentences like
"cum inside my mouth" , but it was then that I slowed, holding myself still in her mouth until I regained control. Then I resumed the deep strokes to the back of her throat.
The crown of my dick nudged at the softness in the deepest part of her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, and she could feel the shudders working through my body. Warm saltiness spilled onto her tongue, just a precursor to my orgasm. She lapped hungrily at it, wanting more, but I stilled and gave her a warning tap on the cheek again. Again she relaxed and relinquished control to me.
"Cum for me ," she said. Her voice slid like silk over my ravaged senses. "I want to swallow it all. "
I closed my eyes as her erotic words flickered over my hungry body. So hungry. My thrusts became more urgent. Less measured and less controlled. I pounded against her mouth without mercy and still she wanted more. All of me. Nothing less.
The first jet of my release hit the back of her throat like a shock. For a moment she held it in her mouth, unable to swallow fast enough in her surprise. More spilled onto her tongue. Creamy and exotic.
As she swallowed, I continued to work in and out of her mouth, my movements more gentle now as the last of my orgasm quivered through my loins. I sank to the back of her throat once more and stayed there, locked against her mouth.
"So sweet, " she said in that cougarish voice as she milked the last drops of my cum from my cock.
Finally I slid from her mouth and loosened my grip on her head. I gazed down at her, warm approval glistening in my eyes. With one thumb I wiped a trickle of my seed from the corner of her mouth and then slid it inside her mouth.
Dutifully she licked my thumb clean and I withdrew it. I reached down to grasp her shoulders and helped her to her feet.
As soon as she was up, she took off my coat and my shirt. I proceeded to remove my shoes before kicking off the trousers that were now pooled at my feet. Fully naked at last.