I finally banged one of Kenya’s hottest radio presenters. On
Monday, I wrote about how I met her and today I narrate how things went down as
my legendary Luhya manhood met her famous punani. Grab some popcorn….or some
Vaseline…….or your bae.
It’s 8pm when the Uber cab I am in pulls up at the gate. her
house is something. It’s not too big but it is in its own compound enough for a
celebrity like her. There are rumors that she once dated a rich white man, who
gave the mansion to her as a birthday gift. But that’s a thing of the past now.
The watchman asks me who I am, before making a call. After getting approval to
let me in, he opens the gate.
“Kama wewe ndio unakula hiyo kitu si uko na bahati boss,” he
says to me, laughing.
I can’t help but smile.
As I make my way to the mansion, the front door flings open.
The presenter appears like a queen coming out of a 70-room castle. A red robe
covers her lethal curves. I have a feeling there’s nothing underneath. I
desperately want to take it off and wrap her coca legs around my waist. She
hugs me, before welcoming me in.
The night before, I hadn’t been able to sleep. The thought
that this mighty woman needed and wanted her flames of desire extinguished by
my cock prevented me from resting peacefully. I felt like an 18 year old boy
looking forward to a date with the hottest girl in the estate. Images of her
naked mocha-kissed body next to mine had invaded my brain all night, and the
reaction that prevailed had only gone away after a cold shower in the morning.
It’s finally about to happen now….
Soon as I sit down on one of the couches in her living room,
the presenter excuses herself saying she’ll be back in a short while.
Seconds later, a maid shows up with a tray full of food. I
munch away, knowing I will need all the strength I can get. I have to make a
mark on this celebrity’s punani tonight. A mark that says ‘ETEMESI WAS HERE’
The presenter soon appears and sits next to me, her legs
crossed. We begin chatting. As I eat, I take a piece of meat and squeeze it
between her lips. There is an air of horniness around us. My dick is struggling
inside my pants. As soon as she swallows, I take it as an opportunity to kiss
her. Maybe it’s too soon. I feed her some few more pieces before I go for the
kiss. We linger on each other’s mouths for a short while before she breaks the
kiss
“You can go home now Fridah”, she shouts
The maid appears with her handbag and walks towards the
door.
“Kwaherini”, she waves politely.
I guess she’s one of those maids that work during day time
and go home at night. She’s pretty fine too but out of bounds as of now.
Now we have the house to ourselves.
‘Would you like to take a look at my new car?” she asks me
with the excitement of a little girl eager to show off her new doll. It’s
always frustrating when girls try to delay the action but sometimes you just
have to follow their lead
I nod with a yes and she asks me to follow her.
We get out of the house and walk to her parking lot. There
are three cars there but it’s the Mercedes she wants me to see. I let her know
how beautiful it is. She’s definitely living her dream life and I can’t help
but wonder what a rich girl like her was doing at an ordinary pub on Thika Road
over the weekend.
‘How much does this one cost?” I inquire since I am always
enthusiastic about cars
“Shhhhh…..” she places a finger on my lips. “Let’s not talk
about cars right now. You know what we came here for.”
“What did we come here for?”. I don’t want to make the
mistake of misunderstanding her intentions.
“To fuck” she clarifies delightfully.
‘Right here outside?” I ask.
“Yes….nothing is out of bounds. Every time I buy a new car,
I bless it with some hot sex on top of it” she confirms with a bone-melting
smile.
Rich girls and their crazy lifestyles huh. So she’s been
shagged on top of her cars multiple times. But that isn’t a concern of mine as
of now. It’s my turn to headline the blessings. No more words are needed here.
I grab her and place her butt on the bonnet of the Mercedes
. I am going to give her what she wants and am going to give it to her good.
We attack each other’s lips once again before my mouth moves
to her skin. My lips are hot on her, scorching a line up her neck. Excitement
drums through her, her senses overloaded. She surrenders completely to the
thrill, the adrenaline, the driving need to experience everything.
I loop an arm around her, dragging her body tight against
mine, before taking her earlobe between my teeth – gently. Her knees go weak.
“You smell nice”, I murmur to her ears.
The presenter gasps as much from my words as from the burst
of lust they cause. I kiss across her cheek, the corner of her cherry red lips
and finally on her mouth. Her hands fly to my shoulders, squeezing with
delight. My muscles move sinuously beneath her fingertips, giving her a clear
preview of what she’d see when I removed my shirt
With my palm buried in her hair and tenderly cradling her
entire neck nape, I ease my tongue deeper into her mouth, carnally toggling it
with hers. I keep doing it, again and again. I am easing her to utter
distraction.
The backs of my fingers graze over her excited face. I begin
disrobing her, opening the buttons slowly to bare a glorious site. As expected,
she ‘s wearing nothing underneath. She desires me. It’s stamped on her face, In
every line of her magnificent body. I want to show her how much I appreciate
this view of perfection. I make sure the robe spread out carefully on the
bonnet, so that her body lies on it. I don’t want her skin to feel the cold of
the car’s metal.
Slowly, I grab the hem of my shit, yanking it up and over my
header. My jeans are bulging. I can see the outline of my thick erection
stretching far out to my right hip. I adjust my shaft until it points up, the
head and a few inches emerging past the waist of my jeans. It pulses, moisture
beading at the tip.
The presenter sucks in a breath after seeing it. She is
desperate to see more, to touch it. To taste it. Maybe she even wants to twirl
a tongue around it like a candy cane. Her cute eyes blaze with wild, inner
fires.
Ikick off my shoes before sliding my jeans down my legs.
They are on the ground, probably getting dirty. No worries. Dirt can have its
moment tonight as I have mine. I take a condom from one of my pockets before
tearing it and wrapping it around my erection. I can see that the crest of her
small breasts are pointed and hard anticipating the invasion that is coming in
the lands below.
“I like the size of your cock, “ she declares. Her voice now
sounds gruff….desire roughened.
I thank her for the compliment, before parting her legs
wide. I bend over, my hands dropping to her backside, bringing her closer until
the broad tip of my luhya manhood finds her entrance. Her hips buck. The night
breeze blows a cool one over our bodies
There are moments in life when you can’t believe something
is really happening and this is one of those. Never in my wildest imaginations
did I ever think that I would be making love to one of Kenya’s most desired
female celebrities on top of a Mercedes. This is the stuff of legends
I keep thrusting, slowly, taking my time, savoring the
sweetness. Her pussy is the mother of them all. The type to make a rational
brother do irrational shit. Unadulterated pleasure vibrates through her in
overwhelming waves. The slick length of my rod sliding In and out of her, the
granite hardness of my body straining towards hers, the demanding passion of my
kisses are all designed to send her right over the edge.
She welcomes every frenzied lunge, every gentle driving
thrust that I give her. Feeling as though she is spiraling out of control, she
clutches at my shoulders, rubbing her gentle fingers on my skin. She is
dripping, throbbing, panting. I stare deep into her eyes, sending excitement
through her veins. My fingers draw patterns on her skin. I fuck her gently,
feeling the deliciousness that each thrust brings.
For fifteen minutes, we just take it slow, no hard-fucking,
Just gentle thrusts and plenty of kisses. In the back of my head here’s that
worry that the watchman might be snooping on us. If he’s watching, let him
enjoy the show.
After a few more strokes, that special feeling begins
building within her. It starts with all the obvious things in the obvious
places – tingling, warm sensations in her clit, her cunt. A tightness in her
chest follows and she struggles to breathe. Her thighs clamp around my waist.
The feeling starts to take over. The sensation of movement in her muscles is
eclipsed by a slight feeling of weakness in her limbs, and a building tightness
at the base of her stomach.
Then the waves start. They run up from that place, pushing
yawn-like relief through her muscles, then quickly wash back down to her
stomach. Up, back, up and back, they start strong and powerful and gradually
get calmer, until her thighs tremble and her arms feel weak. Cream pours out of
her punani in volumes.
“Taaaaaaaamu”, she lets out a lengthy moan
The slippery feeling her cream creates makes it too much for
me to handle. I can feel my balls beginning to rumble. There’s something
special about cumming. Part of the fun is the build up right before hand: you
know it’s coming but you also want to drag it out and sort of tease yourself
because even the buildup feels so good.
Jots of sperm travel through the length of my dick and shoot
out. Every ounce of my body feels numb and alive
This is the life
