“Get them off sweetheart or I’m gonna have to do so myself,” I ordered my new mzungu catch in complete dedication to the deep arousal that had driven us insane for the past few minutes. A brief networking session had skyrocketed into complex attraction almost instantly, thanks to the fact that she had read my pieces at Girls Chase. it was infatuation at first sight. The attraction we had developed for each other in those few minutes was so sticky and ubiquitous that it transcended the term “horny”. She was a bombshell of a woman. A bona-fide phenomenon.
She jerked her coat over her blonde hair. She grunted as she ripped a button on her shirt in her eagerness to get it off. Then her bra clip broke as she hastily removed it. Grimacing, she flung the piece of lace across the room before jerking her expensive red heels from her cute creamy feet.
Damn, I was dying to have her. I had never scored a mzungu before… With little caution, she tore at the snap on her mini skirt and pushed it down, along with her white panties, over her full fleshy thighs.
“Come”, she ordered. She now appeared more confident.
I moved closer
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She dug her long pink nails on the mattress, then lifted them to my head. “Kiss me African boy. Then do that wicked, naughty thing I made you blush over at the event earlier tonight. Kiss me, wild man,” she roared like a lioness in the Serengeti. “Hard and deep. Convince me that you are good as you claim in your articles.” I chuckled, at her rough, sexy sound.
“You really need convincing?” I asked
“You never know boy,” she answered, reaching for me, dragging my lips to hers.
“Please me, my black handsome boy, like you’ve never pleased any other woman before.” That was enough invitation. My lips invaded hers quicker than American troops closing in on a Vietnamese General. My tongue thrusts had her uuuhing and aaaaing while arching against me. Without warning, i moved from her lips to her bulging nipples. They looked like strawberry toppings on top of a fine round cake. And they were sensitive, so damn sensitive that she nearly climaxed as my tongue vacuum-cleaned them,. I wandered down her belly then laid my cheek against it for a while, breathless moments of feeling her heartbeat before i spread her thighs wider and took her with my tongue.
“Philip!” She yelled out my name as she tried to trap my head between her thighs, feeling my tongue thrusting hard and navigating its way deep inside her most sensitive parts. I could see it. Wicked, vicious, slashing forks of pleasure raced through her. She writhed beneath me in ecstasy, feeling my ravenous tongue taste her. Her moans fuelled my desire. She loved what I was doing. She shook at the spike of pleasure, the tingle of unique heat.
She lifted her legs and kept moaning for more.
“Oh dear, you’re going to murder me with a stroke,”, she cried out in that sexy French accent
I marveled at the wet folds i was devouring. As my head rose up to get some air, she rose too.
“I want you to spank me”
Before i could do more than gasp, she rolled to her belly and lifted her hips and butt up. My free right hand landed on her raised rear in response to the call-to-action. She froze at the tingling burn and broadcasted a low, drawn-out sexy moan. My left hand then landed on her other butt cheek. An aura of mating heat filled the room. Oh hell, this was really wicked, and she loved it all. That’s the way she liked it. I then moved my fingers at the space between her thighs, palmed the wet flesh as i held her in perfect place before delivering another hard slap to her Kimmy a$$. It wasn’t painful to her; it was bitter- sweet and she asked me to keep them coming. It was amazing how she rolled her hips like a samba dancer, cried out my name and relished the raid of my fingers. Effects of the burns were racing through her bloodstream, sensitizing every single nerve ending and stiffening her muscles. She was dying to have me.
“Oh Philip, please.” She wondered how long I would make her bear this torment. “I’m ready for it dammit. Oh God, do something right now.” Having this French woman under my mercy was the most nourishing feeling ever. Her thighs, thick as a video vixen’s were also slick and inviting.
So I gave her what she wanted. I stretched her legs then pressed inside her. My grip was firm on her hips, holding her still as my legs pressed hers apart. Kenyan man Vs French woman. It was an exquisite affair. The intensity radiated itself across our bodies. the thrilling sensation of domination and submission drove me wild. She was tightening on me, trying to milk me deeper inside her. She wanted to suck in all the pleasure from the act that she could be able to bear… “Faster baby,” she begged. “Harder and harder.” I stared deep into her eyes and she looked like she was going to come.
It was a fine blend of agony and pleasure. It was a plethora of sensations, I wasn’t sure i would survive it. I wanted to go slow and easy, but the French seductress was killing me, clenching hard on me. She was warm and tight around me. Using one hand, I grabbed her thigh and turned her right leg to face upwards towards the ceiling. My other hand found her left arm. . Pinning her down, i shagged her for dozens of minutes - deep, power strokes that sent streams of pleasure sizzling up both our spines. She was too sweet, i wouldn’t be able to last any longer. I was only going to do it a while longer, until she found her release – her orgasm. Only until then.
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My hips thrust deeper, driving my manhood inside her snug pleasure channel, feeling her continue to tighten. Her throaty cries kept growing louder. She then clenched her fists tighter and stared out wide as if convulsing. Her orgasm was coming.
She exploded first then I followed not long after. We lost awareness in each other’s locked embraces. The mother explosions tore through both of us, shattering our minds as the nerve ending in our bodies pulsed in response. She tried to scream my name again, but she could only manage a hissing sound. Her snow white teeth bit into my forearm, and another explosion shuddered through her. Slowly, she collapsed into an exhausted heap beneath me.
For a while, she couldn’t talk, She just looked at me with large dizzying powerpuff girl eyes then smiled, as if she had some form of mental retardation. She distracted my thoughts, causing a final groan to tear from me great feeling of the warmth still wrapped around me.
My French seductress then moved closer and curled into me. We shifted and tussled for a good position for long minutes, until finally we were both was curled around each other, her head pillowed comfortably on my arm. Sleep came easily – without effort. It crept in with a sense of security. It came with much warmth. “I know I only met you two hours ago at the event but I love you Philip,” she whispered to my ear sleepily. “I love you with all my soul.”
Slowly, she dozed off. I smiled as I fondled her blonde hair. I realized I hadn’t even asked her name. It was outrageous how quickly we had moved from knowing each other at the event, to shagging. But who cared? Finally, I had solidified my place in the circle of modern day French conquerors. And that’s all that mattered.
