It’s show time, a few black lads present their circus act again. Of course I don’t bother watching it but use the better lighting for exploratory purposes. Nothing really knocks me off my stool. That thieving woman is sitting at the entrance with her friends; she saw me and looked angry. The one from a moment ago, who didn’t want to swallow, got up and joined them, who knows what I have been saved from.

All of the black tarts are as little bothered with the show as I am, the whole thing seems to either bore them or make them want to puke. Only a few white female sex tourists with their black “shafters”, sit there with a moist “bicycle smile” on their faces applauding wildly. After a couple of dringos and 20 minutes boredom I get into a taxi and return to the Casablanca. Natasha has all of her clobber in my room and we can’t phone either; so I can’t just leave her sitting there. I return to the Casablanca but first of all go into the Casanova, the gogo bar below where a boring pseudo fuck routine is being held with just one ugly tart. Natasha told me that sometimes she really would screw, who’s bothered anyway, probably only a few black people and camel drivers, who are easy to entertain with such crappy shows. I then notice an entrance behind a curtain with a sign “sexy”, I ask the waiter what’s going on there.

“VIP” he said, 300 to get in, then you can watch the tarts dancing naked. I pay at the entrance and go in. Inside there are a few tables with poles on them, on two of them there were a couple of “matrons” sprawling about. A few black blokes have their fingers into things, at least they are talking to the girls and groping. One of the tarts waved me over and I was led to the corner seat. She told me that she would do a private dance for me for 1000. She didn’t have a slip on, naked but with a bra, in the meantime we know why. She doesn’t look alllll that bad. I turn her offer down, not interested, she, why not, because of the money? How about 500, she would let me fondle her whilst she was dancing. I don’t agree with this sort of thing at all, paying just to touch, apart from that, Natasha is around anyway and I don’t want to provoke trouble, wouldn’t be fair.

To test her reaction I told her that fondling does nothing for me, I want a blow job. She told me we would have to use one of the private rooms, on asking how much this would cost she said 5000. Of course, even under other circumstances I would not put this sort of money on the table, why five grand for a short time when I can get the whole programme for a couple? I tell her no, say maybe next time and leave; at least I now know what goes on there.

I go upstairs to the bar, where N finds me after a couple of minutes. After fighting her way through to me, she simply says “one beer” and leaves for a dance after taking a swig. I find the conversation a bit meager, am in a bad mood, am standing around with a rotten look on my face and ask myself why the hell I am here. I give her 4000 for the two days and tell her that she can pick her clothes and money up from the drawer at ten the next morning, she nods, takes the cash and goes and sits down at a distance.

I leave the place and catch a taxi. What should I do now? Tembo, Casaurina, get myself a tart? No, I like things cut cleanly and apart from that she still has her clobber in my room; if she turns up in the night or early the next morning, then there will be trouble with the new tart. Apart from that I’m not in a very good mood, which is understandable. I decide to go to bed. My “day off” is due anyway.

To be continued…

Sometimes she says I should only look at her and not only in the direction of other girls, no matter how ugly they are, she is serious about this.

Jealous? Not really, more like claims of ownership. During breakfast I told her that my company had ordered me to return home on Saturday, but I had been able to postpone the flight until Wednesday, that’s the reason for me nipping off on my own to Roberto’s (for the internet), whereby she had to wait in my room. Thereby I was able to postpone the flight for four days because I want to stay here, I like things even more as time passes. I started to wake up a week after my arrival, I enjoyed the second week and now I am really enjoying myself.

“Oh darling, don’t go, I love you so much”? None of that. She took the news like the weather from the day before. It’s Natasha, 20, natural talent from the Mombasa area and I love her.

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She arrived 30 minutes late. Has had her hair done, now long with a fringe, looks quite sweet. We lie down for a bit of shuteye, off to the Casablanca in the evening. We cuddle a little, hold my cock against her pussy, “NO” she stressed, “I want to sleep”, OK. “I only want to shove it in and leave it there”; so that’s what we do. I’m have been a bit too nice to her all the time, maybe I show her a bit of an “in love” look, and what that looks like with me, old codger, and what she thinks about it. I don’t really want to think about that, although in general I know what she may be thinking: Shit.

She gets up one hour before the alarm goes of, has a shower, on returning I tell her to shave her fanny again, she does; locks the bathroom door, well, shuts it at least. I don’t like that at all but don’t say anything, I now decide to keep her on a shorter tether. She remains very distant all the time, almost unapproachable, the expression on her face is quite dissatisfied. I think to myself, if you want anything my dear then you can have it; you will never be as cool as me though. I stop looking at her, just through her, don’t pay her any attention. We go down to the pool at the Indiana for a bite to eat, takes ages for it to be served; we don’t talk to each other. In the taxi on the way to the Casablanca she puts her head on my lap but pulls it away again and keeps at a distance. I look out of the window.

On arrival at the Casablanca the first thing she does is take her cloths to the girls department, I go over to the dance floor and buy myself a drink. Ten minutes later she comes over and says “one beer”. I order her usual Smirnoff Black. At the bar I’m chatted up again by a load of old hags, she gets in between “to mark me with her scent”. She dances; I ignore her, finish my drink and think about what to do. Can’t be bothered to hang around getting bored, that would just be a waste of time. She is more stubborn than I thought so I decide to go even further. Just as she had disappeared from the dance floor, I nip off and jump into a taxi and headed for the Tembo (800, too expensive). I could only see one tart who was worth while there, but she doesn’t seem to be free, a large girl. She is about my size, at least with her high heels; but her proportions are just right. I finish my drink, stroll around a little, can’t find anything and decide to go to the Casaurina.

There I saw a pretty good looking and very slim tart sitting at a table together with tree black lads; she smiled at me as I passed. I smiled back, but looked questioningly at the men. She stood up and said something about them only being friends. Whether she could do a blow job, yes of course, can I shoot my load inside your mouth, she looked at me disbelievingly, thinks for a moment, one could see on her face how she could imagine herself doing this, then she shook her head almost in disgust. Why not, it’s not painful, my last almost helpless attempt, she shook her head again so I left her standing there.

To be continued…

The Cheers, at Big Tree, beachlife in Mombasa

At midday today there are quite a few whores at the Big Tree. We sit there laughing, kissing and cuddling; we order a bite to eat. She drinks a Smirnoff Black and smokes.

I have a chicken curry; she hardly manages half of her burger. Afterwards be go back and she gets a pair of sunglasses for 200 because she keeps leaving hers lying around such as the started bag of cashew nuts purchased for 100 from a hawker down at the Big Tree. We have to go to “Mama” again, got the bikini there recently. Today she has one in pink for sale, which could appeal to us, but on trying it on we realise that it’s for someone with an arse a size larger. We by a pink wrap-around with a yellow pattern on it, its nice and the bikini’s bra matches it. We buy this too, all together costs 900.

Then we sit on the balcony, she drinks and smokes, I let her give me a blow job. It’s nice on the balcony on the top floor. Afterwards we lie down for a sleep.

I wake up at a quarter past one in the morning and turn over, too late to go out. I wake up again at half six in the morning so I wake her up for a swim; the tide’s in. I swallow half a blue one so that I can get a lob-on although there are people about staring. At first it’s a bit cold in the water so early in the morning. I fuck her a little then my thing slips out, had been difficult to get it in anyway, she’s not moist enough. So we swam and messed around for a while. In the end I make her a few passionate but serious compliments with the pleasant side-effect that she becomes very wet, which makes it easy for me. I penetrate her; apart from the yellow T-shirt she is completely naked. It’s fantastic; the sun shines in my face, she has her legs wrapped around my hips, I slip in and out smoothly, she gives me an impish – adorable smile, life can be so wonderful.

The water covers our bodies, it’s like paradise. We move over to an anchored boat, I hold on to it and can fuck her without being observed such as in the middle of the water, in which I can always stand, unlike her. The seabed here is free from sea-grass, unfortunately, for this reason the German speaking catalogue tourists and bathing-cap clad waffling granddads meet here in the morning for a swim. I grasp her buttocks in both hands, the boat serves only as a screen. I let her turn around, my cock remains in place while she does so. I thrust it in and out a few time, then I shoot my load. The feeling whilst doing it in the water is fantastic and hardly describable. Then we leave the water, lie down on the beach and let envious eyes take a look at us.

Back in the room she keeps her promise. She pisses into a glass until it is full to the brim and puts it to my lips to “feed me”, sip by sip I drink her juice until the glass is completely empty and I have licked up the very last drop. She seems to be incredulous, I’m happy.

She then takes a shower and in between gets the glass and gives it a THOROUGH cleaning, pisses in it, takes a swig and decided that it doesn’t taste very nice; she pours the rest into the shower; what a waste. If I had enough time I could get her to do everything.

We take a bite to eat in the hotel down at the small pool. I then send her to the beauty salon, gave her 1000 (not as a payment). We agree to meet in the hotel for 1700; I make it clear to her that I would like her to be there on time. Whilst I am writing these lines it’s five to five; I’m eager to know what’s going to happen today. We want to go down to the Casablanca during the evening, it’s a pity that she’s so jealous, otherwise I could have had some fun with her cousin or one of the other hot tarts, which I reckoned would be hanging around.

To be continued…