I noticed Natasha and a similar looking tart, both in skimpy white clothing, same size. There are six decent ones there, any of them would be ok for me, four are still up for grabs. The other girl makes off towards the bogs, gives me a wide smile, lets her hair fall to the side in a flirting manner, means come and fuck me. I follow her, ask her name, she is horny. I said we could have a drink together but first I have to go to the bog. After five minutes we are sat together at the dance floor, I ask her whether she can do a blow job, of course, grope around a little, but she doesn’t like this “all over”. I found out later that she is Natasha’s cousin; should I believe that? Natasha had been hanging around and now comes over to join me, her head hanging, shy look. I take her in my arms, wet lips find each other, tongues lick tenderly, breath mixes. I like this tart, is she willing, is she free, yes. I want you to be with me, Yes!

I order drinks, she seems to be sober, dances, I film and take pics as discretely as possible because they don’t like that here, we look like a couple of teenagers in love. She is not far from this anyway – I mean her age. She is wearing a short white sexy dress with a large décolletage, the stripped push-up does what it should be doing, her tits are “oozing” out of her dress as if they wanted to jump at my face any moment at all. She wants to leave after the drink, I ask her where she wants to go, anywhere you want, she says, OK, let’s go to the Casaurina for a drink. First she nips off quick to get her mobile but stays away for quite a while. After about 10 minutes I want to take a look where she is but hadn’t taken notice exactly where she had gone. By coincidence I got the direction right because she approached me from one of the dark corners, to be more precise there are some rooms back there.

She seems to be stoned now. We go downstairs, she buys a few ciggies. Agree upon 1000 for the taxi to the Casaurina, we set off, during the journey she gives me a bit of head again; what a good girl. After a few kilometers I ask her if she preferred to go to the hotel, she nods her head thankfully but sluggishly. We mess around in the hotel for a while, during the journey I had asked her what she had taken, she told me nothing, wants to take the piss out of an old man, old hand myself. She told me that she had only smoked something and had a large Napoleon (local sugar cane schnapps). This is not true though, I know THIS smell, but it’s her life.

I give her arse a good licking by letting her kneel down on the bed. I stick my tongue in as far as possible, the short thing. Also give her fanny a really good licking, I can’t really make out her reaction to this. Fuck her in a few positions, shoot my load in her gob, she swallows it again willingly, then she is well behaved and shows me her long tongue and empty mouth, a feeble smile, she’s knackered.

We kiss and cuddle for quite a while and finally fall asleep. Later on I shove it in again and leave it in there.

I wake up in the morning, it’s light, the morning sun shines with a silky softness through the red curtain. I take the baby oil on the bedside table and spread it on her back. Her skin shines as only possible with a black person’s oily skin in the sun. I take a few photos and gently massage her awake; I do her front later. I let her give me a blow job, this time I shoot my load in her face. Later I tell her that her skin will become very soft and smooth if she massages my juice into her face, yes, she wants to try that out next time and grins.

We walk along the beach towards the Big Tree, spend some time on the white sand there and observe how it is slowly covered by the incoming tide.

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I lead her to the bed and shove it in. I fuck her a bit; she more or less squeezes and pinches but allows everything. Then a bit of doggy fashion, which I carry out on the edge of the bed, first of all kneeling then standing; whereby in the end I pull her towards the middle of the room and she bends down and supports herself on the tips of her toes and hands. Whilst doing this I watch in the mirror how she groans and pulls faces, how her small tits jog about in rhythm with the thrusts. She keeps on moving her backside away, it’s nothing special really.

In the end I tell her to lie down on the bed, shove it in from behind (at a bit of an angle), screw the arse of her and enjoy the sight of her nice, round, black, backside, how it wobbles as I ram my rod into her. Whilst doing so I hold her left buttock and knead it firmly, at the same time I pull her buttocks wide apart enabling me to see everything, which gives me a good feeling. The other hand is around her hip pulling her against my thrusts. After a few minutes I shoot my load inside her and leave my limping cock inside until it comes out with a “swash” and a load (= the juice that flows out of her fanny). She then goes into the bathroom to get ready for the night, that’s it for her; she wants to go to sleep, oh shit.

She sends a text message and I ask her who it’s for, because I have the feeling that something is not quite right. I ask if there is something wrong, she said that everything is ok; and shows me the text to her darling. She tells me some story about some Italian Muzungu who will be retuning soon and his Kenyan girlfriend or wife who had phoned her from Italy to declare him as her property. He doesn’t send money. Some tall story, but I don’t really care. I lock her in my room and go down to the lobby to check my emails; when I get back she is fast asleep.

She woke me gently at a quarter to seven in the morning; she had already got dressed. I couldn’t be angry with her, had expected this anyway and the sight was worth it anyway. I wanted to give her 1500 but only hat one thousand notes so I gave her 2000 + 100. She leaves, is nice, blew a kiss, “take care” etc. Is just a sweet thing from Mombasa, who now and again needs a little cash.

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Sent Gwen a text while I was in the Nakumatt, she was on her way from Mombasa in a Matatu and wanted to meet up with me, OK. She soon arrived, had had her nails done in Mombasa, from my money. Did a bit of shopping in the supermarket, this and that, chocolate and Premium beer.

Back in my room a blow job, a fuck, at a bit of an angle from the side, not bad. The session was ok, she is talented, blow job ok. Shot in her gob + video, teach her deep throat. Today I showed her how to do the spoon with her tongue and what she can do with it. Told her, today, as an exception, I will pay another 1500, normally the girls get 1500 for a long time; she had been expecting more really, obviously I’m the “payment-idiot”. Apart from that, good, but slowly becoming boring. Well, no TV and no music in the room, what should one do in broad daylight. Will still have to keep her waiting for a few days.

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Thursday evening I went to the Casaurina first, nothing much going on, early, didn’t really knock me off my stool. Then down to the Casablanca, I sit down next to the dance floor with my drink. Miss shy from the day before turns up, we shake hands, by the look on my face she can see that we won’t be doing “business” together again.

To be continued…

We drink; I have my arm around her back-side. I say “I know, no blow job”, “All what you ever want” she answers. I am a bit baffled and ask her why she has changed her mind. She thinks about it and then tells me because she now knows that I am not a bad person. She does it later; I had not put her under pressure and remained nice. So, today a blow job and BumBum? I’m a bit amazed but say ok.

Never mind, she says goodbye to her girlfriend, who is with the young long haired Muzungu from last time. In between she gives me her mobile to take care of and dances, I take photos and vids with the S95 until a bouncer comes and tells me it’s not allowed. There of my girlfriend I tell him, ok, but the other guests will complain. I pretend to be nice and put it away, got everything I want anyway.

Another not very nice incident at the bar, a couple of places further on: First of all I only noticed out of the corner of my eye that a punch-up had started. A black bloke had obviously knocked his girlfriend, at any rate a slightly plumper black person, down onto the floor, smacked her in the gob, pulled her onto the dance floor by the hair as if he was a mad-man and smacked her a few times in the mouth again and on the head. Instinctively I wanted to prevent him with me being close by, but I decided not to because the other guests, who were all black, just sat there watching. In the end one of the security blokes comes along and separates them.

The man is steered towards the bar, the woman towards the entrance. Of course this caused my mood to change so I said to my tart that we were leaving and off we went. In the corridor half way down the stairs we saw the woman who had been beaten up; one couldn’t see much, she wasn’t bleeding; dark skin does not show bruises as well as white. She wants to go up stairs again, one of the security blokes is talking to her; nevertheless she still wants to go up, the bloke than grabs her arm and chucks her out. That’s the way they solve problems here.

During the taxi journey there is no chance of getting close to my tart, no chance of a blow job, I have a nasty feeling that things might not work out. I take a few pics in the hotel, she smiles, is nice, but that’s it. She doesn’t want to kiss; her reason is that a girlfriend of hers has caught some tongue infection and the doc had told her it came from kissing, instead loads of red lipstick, oh dear, well stone the crows. I tell her that each day millions of Kenyans kiss without having “accidents” but then dropped this topic, no use anyway. Normally a complete NO GO for me, because, at the latest since Mariachi we know that:

Sex without screwing – ok.
Sex without a blow job – maybe.
Sex without kissing – never!!!

But now she is here and I have to make the best of things. My fault for bringing her along.

But she did let me lie her down on the bed, but a pillow under her backside, part her legs and lick her twat, her juice simply flowed, I lick it all up. Her aroma is typical for the country, a bit ugh, strong, but not all that disagreeable really. I pull her hand down to her fanny and she helps a little with her finger; until she comes. Now a blow job, I let her kneel down, she starts off but then tells me she cannot do it. The best thing was the deep red lipstick on my cock and in her face, oh shit.

To be continued…