For a long while, I suspected that @Female Perspective was a bonoko maliar. From the way she readily accepted every online mjolobeng that was whipped out to her standard leta three K tukutane 680, I knew she was faking it. I didn’t know the reason why.
Fast forward to last week when I went to my son’s school to attend a parent-teacher meeting. The boy had been caught kissing a girl in the swimming pool changing rooms and I had to pretend I was angry with him rather than high five the little nasty player.
As I waited outside the office, I logged onto the village and read the idle ramblings of insane Kenyans. I must have dozed off because my phone slid off my lap, down my outstretched leg and onto the floor.
‘Excuse me, is this your phone ?’ I heard a musical yet firm voice ask. I looked up to see someone who reminded me of Mrs Wambugu - my primary crush. Cute yet dressed like a good grandma. Her firm boobs were in a white, long sleeved blouse and the plain black pleated skirt fought against her curved hips and bouncy derriere. Her hair was in a tight bun and she looked over the top of her square framed glasses in disapproval.
I stammered my thanks and took the phone. She said firmly ‘follow me’ and walked into class 4A. I tried to imagine her naked and failed. My son and his girlfriend were seated with downcast heads in front of her desk. She introduced herself as Miss Janice and then launched into a tirade about kissing, bad manners, inappropriate, lead to worse, bad example and whatever else. All I could do was watch her sexy lips and squeeze a mild boner with my crossed legs.
After many threats, she sent the children away and said she wanted to speak to me. She followed them to the door and locked it when they left. She came back and perched on the edge of the desk.
Looking me dead in the eye, she said ‘Ktalker, who are you ?’. I gasped in shock. ’ I’m Female Perspective’ she said with a slight smile. With a laugh, I said ‘Baba Toto’. She stood up and went to her desk. She pulled out a cane and came back to the front of the desk.
‘Your son is very naughty and should be suspended. But now that I know his dad, I think you are to blame. You have a choice to make. Either I punish you, or I send him home for a week’, she said this while rubbing the cane against my thighs. ‘What kind of punishment ?’ I asked while incredibly my semi became a stiffy. ‘Twelve of the best’ she said while making a whipping motion. While I contemplated, she undid her hair and whipped her head forward. Damn, it was long and silky. She undid the top two buttons on her blouse and instantly transformed into a vixen.
I stood up and she pointed at the desk. I put my hands flat on it. She stood behind me and pulled my hips back. Her leg pushed mine apart. I felt her hand unbuckle my belt, unzip me and pull my trousers down to my knees. My hard shaft sprang free. She walked to my side and paused.
Whoosh ! Ferking shit ! I felt a sharp crack on my butt. I stifled a cry. ‘One’ she said coldly. I felt her hand pull down my boxers. She rubbed my balls and stroked me once from base to tip.
Whoosh ! Two ! This was followed by two sensual strokes on my cane. So this was the game. Pain and pleasure. I got harder as the strokes increased. I had to summon up my inner ninja not to spunk all over the books on her desk.
Whoosh ! Twelve ! Finally it was over. ‘So, Baba Toto, you took your strokes like a good boy. And you know what good boys get !’ As she said this, she put the cane down and twisted her hair in a bun. She pulled her skirt up and knelt behind me. I looked between my legs and saw my shaft, two partly hidden tits and caramel thighs.
Holding onto my hips, she pulled an acrobatic twist and turn and her face reappeared infront of my member. She looked up at me and opened her mouth. Slowly, slowly, she took me in until half of it was in her mouth. I felt a warm, wet tug as she sucked and moved slowly back and forth.
I closed my eyes for a minute but had to look at her. We locked eyes as she slowly blew me. Her hands were wrapped in her skirt and I could see a slight movement between her thighs.
I felt time stop as she pushed me towards the edge. Her hands were moving furiously and she alternated moans with sucking. Suddenly, I felt my knees go weak and I started throbbing. I felt powerful spasms as I released several generations into her mouth. She vacuumed them and groaned as she swallowed.
Her hands were now a blur and then I felt an almighty vibration as she screamed through her nose and lips without releasing my shaft. She bucked wildly and I thought she would rip it with her teeth but after a minute she calmed down.
I stood up and made myself decent. She slowly stood and did the same. She sat on her chair and pointed at the door. I walked slowly with my burning butt cheeks and empty balls. When I got to the door, I turned and faced her.
She looked me straight in the eye and warned me ‘If your boy ferks that girl, I will have to ferk you !’.
I laughed silently as I left and thought ‘Who said school isn’t fun ?’.
nice hekaya, although hukufika kwa ikus ya FP.
Watu si mko na fertile imaginations?
Niaje novelist
Very fertile imagination, maharagwe itaiva hapo kwa imagination yake ikipandwa
Leta summary. Hangover inatuuwa
Weed at it’s best
Well germinating thoughts.
So @Female Perspective alikuwekelea fimbo.
Hii si weed pekee,kuna something marinated pia.
:D:D:D:D:D:D
lovely hekaya BT.
I was wondering what to watch this morning. I love adventure time. Ahsante.
A talented writer. Great stuff my friend.
:D:D
Kali.
Bril’ stuff Baba Toto. You never disappoint.
Nice read @Baba ya waToto