Still thinking it’s Saturday I nip off down to the Tembo and am a bit baffled to find it is shut. How lame can one get! This happens when one stays in the hotel the whole day and oversleeps. Only the outside bar is open, nothing going on, the gogo? No guests but a couple of girls on the poles. A few days earlier I had gone in to get some change, two not bad lookers came up to me, I grabbed one of them between the legs and on the backside, she didn’t move out of the way. She jumps at me and I simulate screwing whilst standing. Not bad but I can’t be bothered with gogo action and take it that they are looking out for a rip-off. Why is this. I change my mind and leave, not before they take the chance to beg for a tip. The tart pulls her slip forward, but doesn’t get anything for the two minute performance. This place should definitely be checked out at the weekend.

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The Casablanca is good as always, I fall for the only good looking one in the place, take her with me without coming to any sort of agreement beforehand; doesn’t blow, hand job, shot over her tits. Gets up at 12 mins to 7 in the morning and gets dressed. Give her 1500 (+100), can’t be angry with her; like I said, hadn’t come to an agreement beforehand.

*****

On my first evening in the Casablanca I took the second or third tart who made an offer along with me; a big mistake. Not much of a blow job, shag her doggy fashion, which she obviously liked, she was dripping wet, fanny as wide as a barn door. After about five minutes I shot my load into her gob (am loaded). The next morning I oil her with baby oil, screw her, shoot in her mouth. Am not able to shoot into wide holes.

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During the evening at Roberto’s I meet the alleged Arab again, the one who had warned me about going to the Casaurina. I ask him to sit down; he does but doesn’t want a drink. My ice cream has just been served. He’s an Israeli such as quite a few here in the hotel, but I didn’t know he was stopping here as well. I inquire to how they do it, he told me that you don’t even notice, that’s how fast they are, they can almost smell where the money is. Simple theft whilst one is having a shower as well, don’t know whether they would have been successful with me, but maybe some other way; I leave quite a bit of stuff lying around at night. Camera, mobile and today even my notebook because I had trusted the tart. There is also the money in my pocket with flap, have always got about 10 Kenyan grand with me, the girl wasn’t even registered. I have decided to be more careful in future.

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Tuesday evening, my last whole night, went down to the Casaurina, where else? Only want to go to the Casablanca as a last resort because N will be down there. I stroll around and chat to one or other of the girls, nothing happens. I had met Penelope again at the entrance, had changed her appearance, she now looked like a serious mother. You remember me? Sure; that was it. She was standing at the entrance and probably didn’t have the 50 entrance fee, which they have been charging of late. I think about giving her something, but then I won’t be able to get rid of her all night and I definitely don’t want to start anything off with her the way she looks now.

To be continued…

She feels a lot better in the morning. I have to motivate her to do a blow job, shove it in a little; she lies on top of me. However, I have been “turned off” by the face she pulls so decide to have a rest; tell her to wait for 30 minutes and take a blue pill, I don’t tell her this though. She doesn’t seem to know anything about the blue pills anyway. The trouble is that things have got that far, I’m horny in the morning but still have to take a blue one to combat her reluctance.

She has a smoke on the balcony and drinks a Smirnoff Red. We agree upon a photo session, had suggested this herself the day before, she wanted to get plastered in makeup; I have nothing against that. She wants to have a manicure and pedicure, buy a bottle of schnapps and some baby oil; good idea.

Then it’s back onto the mattress, her on top slipping up and down, she flinches and goes limp, apparently she has already come, didn’t really feel this though. So, it’s time for a blow job, she’s not motivated so I have to get her going again, take a bit of video. Shoot my load in the usual position, from above into her gob, she films according to the script, sits up and lets the whole lot slowly run down onto her tits, where she spreads it around. Of course she does this, but the look on her face… whether she can smile? She then asks whether that’s enough, yes, that’s enough.

She arrives back quite early, has bought some makeup and the schnapps (a litre bottle of Kenya Cane); but she has no baby oil, couldn’t find the right beauty salon.

She gets bitchy again, the principle discussion. She orders something to eat, after this we decide to separate. It would be better if I looked for someone else, as you wish I tell her.

After the meal (she hardly eats anything, wraps the lot up to take home) she reluctantly packs her stuff. I give her the usual payment (four Kenyan grand for a couple of days), she leaves the room without saying a thing; but not before grabbing the plastic palm and rex the cuddly dog. Obviously they are not presents but items on loan. On leaving the room I call “Natasha”; she stops and turns to face me holding her shopping bags. She looks at me with her large eyes expecting me to say something. I just say “take care, see you next time”, a little helplessly she mutters “I’m sorry” twice and stays where she is. But I was serious and wave goodbye, she understands and leaves. Yes, enough.

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Safari Inn in Serena. Went there in the morning, was quite full. It seemed like the guests from the cheaper hotels go there too early. The boss was still asleep. Breakfast was not bad (Continental 490). Masseuse approached me, agreed upon a one hour massage for 500. She asked whether I wanted a glass of juice, OK. She’s nice, 28, a couple of kids, nice backside. The massage was OK. Me slightly erected she asked me about a hand job, she can’t do a blow job and pointed out a nasty spot in her mouth. Strangely enough she would do it with a cock sock though. Want a shag, come with me, the whole programme. I grope around, the conversation is ok, I don’t do anything. Give her 200 tip after going to the souvenir shop to change the 500 note I got back from the boss in my change. The boss can’t be bothered about the staff (no small change for tips). I want a manicure; ask about the price on the way up, 600, ha ha ha, I turned back, 500? 400? No way, too late. Must have given them too much tip, idiots can be ripped off, so they think.

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After about an hour I fuck her, missionary style, the position I hate, but it’s pretty nice with her. She claimed she has come, after a while she has had enough, me too in this position. Then I take her for a few other positions, first of all in the bathroom on the marble next to the washbasin, then free handed whilst standing.

We are back on the bed and I feel great, she gets up and disappears into the bathroom. A short time afterwards I follow her to see what she is doing, instead of having a piss she is puking in the washbasin, or is spitting at least. I can only see the spit dribbling out of her mouth. The water is running so it could be that she has puked up her breakfast; not much solids anyway. She told me that she had had a problem with her stomach, which didn’t really surprise me with her style of living. She refuses medicine; I had tablets with me to combat excess stomach acids.

I let her sleep and I go down to Roberto’s for something to eat, two portions of ice cream and a large cappuccino; I write emails. I return over an hour later, she is still asleep. I shower, wake her up, she doesn’t get up, she told me she is ill; indeed she smells like she is, bad breath, even after cleaning her teeth. I ask her if she would like to stay in the room, yes, OK, then I will go to the Casaurina for an hour to so, no, she preferred to go with me. I try to find out a bit more about her symptoms. Neck-ache, she told me, could move her head normally though, her stomach also hurt when pressed.

She had been a good girl today; I didn’t even have to look for new skirts, even though my time is almost up, only another two nights; if the last one is not counted with it being too short. Nevertheless, because of her I have had a holiday extension. I gave her the last half Musaril, after 30 minutes she finally turns the telly off and I am able to write this here whilst she is lying next to me. It’s one in the morning, I hit the sack, she’s “in for it” tomorrow morning, that’s if she feels well enough. She is lazy during the morning anyway, that’s why I normally give her something to drink first. There is always a bottle of Smirnoff in the fridge. To my surprise she had held back quite a bit today; I take it she really does feel off. Hope she feels better tomorrow.

Natasha gives me fantastic girlfriend sex, haven’t felt so good in a long time. It’s especially the countless “happy” moments in between, when she lies on me naked before falling asleep, or when she squeezes one or the other zit and plucks the hairs out of my ears and eyebrows; and her kisses of course !!!

She is a bit subdued when it comes to sex; it’s all a bit harmless for me. She does a very good blow job, licks my ring, from inside too and not unwillingly, opens her mouth at the right moment and swallows without any problem at all; that with the face mask is quite nice as well. Active golden shower without problems, I take it passive would be ok as well, but it’s not so important so I leave it with that. Had her kneel down whilst having a shower, wet her but not in her mouth, only on her body. She wasn’t ambitious but didn’t complain.

What she needs is that longing for cock, that’s what makes a genuine natural talent; this little bit is missing. She is kind, sweet, nice and “well behaved” and is not bad at all, but she’s just not a horny sow, unfortunately.

To be continued…

In Mombasa…

Over the past few days it hasn’t actually been little that we have done together, thought about this and couldn’t be bothered to fuck. She wants a bit of shut-eye, but not without me, she wouldn’t be able to sleep, she said. Once in bed she gives my cock a quick suck until it rises, then she gets on top of me accidentally scratching my thigh with the chain fastened around her ankle. She lies down flat on me like a frog and gets going. The day before she had given me this, which I found to be very nice.

But at the moment I can’t be bothered so I told her that she could use me if she wanted to, for whatever she wished, which I really meant, and I like this as well. She started off, did I not like her, instead of making things easy; discussions. It’s the alcohol, I told her that I wasn’t in the mood and that it was time to sleep. She gets into a huff and I explain to her that she seems to be the opinion that she should always get her own way, but that’s not on. It’s five in the morning and we fall asleep.

I woke up at about 10 in the morning with a huge lob-on, she gives me a blow, but at first she didn’t want to, she’s tired. I read her the riot act, she changes her mind, shoot my load into her gob as planned, another “face mask”, this time without blood, there you are.

We nip down to Roberto’s, as normal I have a salad and spaghetti, she has something with beef. As it’s being served I see how nice it looks, filet with creamy gravy, looks a bit like mushroom dressing, but is really pepper gravy. I try it and find it super. She hardly eats any of it, I let them put the rest in a doggy bag, want to eat it back in the room with my fingers; I had discovered that we have no cutlery. It’s still lying there and it’s midnight.

She starts to get bitchy again, this just before the photo session we had agreed upon. It’s half three in the afternoon, there is not enough sun on the balcony for photos; she wants more sleep, “I’m tired” she told me. Ok, I play a bit of a game with her. “Later I’m going to fuck you doggy fashion or would you prefer froggy fashion”?. She doesn’t find this very funny and gets a bit uptight. As I rub my hard-on on her back-side she tells me to pack it in, in a narky manner. I get into a bad mood, “are we starting off again like recently?” I go for a shower. On returning I tell her to get ready, which she reluctantly does. I then say to her that if she can’t be bothered then forget it because it’s no use taking photos with THAT look on her face. I read her the riot act again, but this time in more detail.

If I am with a girl and I tell her that I want to fuck her, then I fuck her. If I want a blow job, then I get a blow job. I’m the boss, it’s my cash, they’re my rules, which are to be complied with. And if a girl says “no” or “stop it”, then I go and get a different one, it’s as easy as that. I also tell her what I think about buying her a meal for 900 KSH and she hardly touches it. It’s simply the truth. I am not far off giving her her notice. She heads for the balcony for a smoke, before she goes out she tells me it would be better if I looked for someone else.

She gets a grip of herself again. After her smoke she comes and sits on the bed with me. She asked me whether she should wear the high-heel shoes. She gets ready; she is wearing a skimpy white slip and this net thing on top of it. I swamp her back with baby oil, she does the rest, I dry my fingers well so as not to smudge the stuff on my camera.

The session is very good, she has completely changed, plays my game, things really get going and she reacts to my compliments.

She is tired after the session so I let her get some sleep.

To be continued…