While waiting for the drink I got my cam out and took some film; I then went back to Natasha with the drinks. The next day Natasha told me that while I was away getting the drinks, the young camel driver came up to her and said that he wanted to take her back to his place for a fuck, for 500. What a complete idiot. He was there with a whole group of Arabs, some of them wearing their “Fly Emirates” T-shirts and those tracksuit bottoms with the three stripes. They must be out of their minds, would be better for them to stay at home and wank there.

On the dance floor again, she dances, me, pics and vids, don’t find it that good though. Ask her where next? She begs for us to go to the Casablanca, OK, but was not really what I had wanted. In the Tembo there were quite a few young, fat, ugly, white female tourists, who hadn’t got a clue what goes on here, they pulled a face when they saw me with my little black tart as if they had seen a vision. Some of them even gave my girl a black look because she looked very sexy and had put on quite a show. What stupid slags they are, my god, you only get things like that in Central Europe and America.

It’s quite nice really at the Casablanca. She dances, the atmosphere is good. As time draws on there are mainly men left on the dance floor, all black, but it’s calm. I like the music, the people her just want to dance and amuse themselves. Even though N is with me, a few hags still try their luck, stupid, I buy Ns cousin a couple of drinks, she had arrived later on. I asked myself whether she drank them herself or whether they were given to Ns black “shafter”, I don’t think so though because she could earn money easier other ways than with me.

She wants to go for another “smoke”, but I am able to get this idea out of her head. Outside she selects a taxi driver, she obviously knows a few who always take her, she calls him “Rasta”, that’s what he looks like too. But he is a nice bloke, not dirty, young, cool and calm, doesn’t speak much though. However, as N takes her dress off at the petrol station because it’s too warm he says something about the police in her language, he obviously finds this too dangerous and N puts it back on again. He has a sort of small music and video player with him, it’s fastened to a fixture on the windscreen, N tells him to repeat certain tracks.

N was going to chuck her dog-end out of the window at the petrol station, the driver doesn’t find this much of a good idea; I take it off her. During the journey Rasta lights N another ciggy and hands it to her. Somehow the people here seem to know each other better than I am happy with, but in this case it doesn’t bother me. On arriving at the hotel I give the driver 1000 instead of 800.

In the hotel lobby N can’t hold out much longer and once up in the room I open the door to the bathroom so that she can keep to our agreement. During the journey I had given her a bottle of water, she drank it, even though she didn’t really want to. In the corridor she had already got rid of her skimpy dress and now only has to sit on my face. I have placed my head on the pillow in front of the bed, am still dressed. She has to slap my face, hold my nose and piss into my mouth and say “cheers” in her language. She is not very good at slapping; she giggles and more like strokes my face instead of hitting it. Then she holds my nose and pisses loads directly into my mouth; I could hardly keep up swallowing. I had to take her hand off my nose, needed air, was a bit out of breath. My feet dance a samba on the tiles. I can hardly breathe but I manage to swallow the lot. We sit on the balcony with a vodka and a ciggy.

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She lies with her head on my lap; I only have my undies on and get a lob-on straight away. I stuff it into her mouth and let her get to work. Her horny making small black thing has to stay on; only her slip has to be removed. She has to lick my ring, which she has no problem with. I show her how to massage my balls properly, thereby giving a blow job without the use of her hands. The head goes up and down nicely; she has now grasped the principle of it all; I take a vid of this. Finally she has to lay her head on the pillow, place a hand on my arse, the other on my nuts, in between one hand has to move to her pussy, which she then plays around with. She satisfies herself.

In the end I shoot my load, this time right in her face, she spreads it around. As I come I notice some blood during the last few ejaculations. First of all I notice the pinkish spots on the pillow, then the blood on her face. She is spreading it around together with my juice; I tell her that something is wrong, take a look at my cock and notice that there is blood at the tip of it. Obviously I had injured myself on her teeth whilst wanking into her gob. Have had something like this in the past, I was visiting Ilha Grande and a stupid tart bit me by accident, I classed it as an industrial accident.

She washed her face while I go for a shower and to my relief I discover that the bleeding has ceased; a bit more baby oil and that’s it. Couldn’t even feel a thing a little later on. Was only a very small cut, small cause – big effect.

At 11 in the evening we nip off down to the Tembo, it’s Saturday, men have to fork out 250, the girls have to pay as well but only 100. Friday is Ladies Night with free entrance for the rabble without pricks. Don’t ask me why they don’t always do things this way, it would attract custom.

We are hungry, well, I am anyway, we take a table close to the bogs, only the second row on the ramp is still free, may have been the better choice. We order a Smirnoff Black with ice, she had hamburger and chips I had the worlds worst curried sausage with chips. When the meal was finally brought over there where no chips. The waiter had taken a look at the “German Specialities” part to see what he should write down, so where are they? I handed the plate back to him, “on their way”, he told me and runs off. After about five minutes he comes with the chips. The sausage itself tastes terrible, has never seen any curry either, has only been covered in ketchup. She hardly eats any of her burger, doesn’t touch the chips at all; at least it keeps her slim.

We go down to the dance floor, she has a dance, I take a few pics. A snotty young camel driver, about 25 years old (or younger), comes up to me and says something about photos, didn’t quite catch what he said, asked him what the problem was, I’m taking a few pics of my girlfriend, if he has a problem with that then he should go and see the manager. He asked me if she was on the dance floor, I answered, “yes”, whether he wanted to see her ID? I was now getting more aggressive, I shouted “so what” a few times at him, he backed down and disappeared. Stupid prat.

One is not allowed to smoke in the Tembo any more, only in the open area, the part next to the bogs belongs to this area, it’s a bit of a distance from the dance floor. She wants a smoke, we go out and she sits down on one of the stools. I noticed a FANTASTIC BRIDE on the stage in the middle of the dance floor, tall, super figure, completely dolled up. She’s come with a plump Muzungu, beer-gut brand and relaxed. He is sitting at a table close by looking quite bored, he doesn’t take any notice of her going at “full speed”. I want a short vid of her but Natasha is extremely jealous. So I ask her if she wants another drink, she does, I nip off to the bar and order.

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I fuck her again in the morning but don’t want to shoot my load and say, this afternoon. I ask whether we can take a few more pics on the balcony, with the baby oil and a bikini, this with my large camera; she says yes. We go down to the Safari Inn for breakfast, we are both exuberant and in good moods. After breakfast we went to the Nakumatt, I needed shower-gel and bananas, I was not to forget the baby oil. Finally she wants an ice cream, this suits me so we nip off down to Roberto’s. She has an Amaretto Cup; I have a Roberto’s and a Hemmingway Cup.

On the way back to the hotel she decides that she wants to go for a swim, I manage to change her mind; we can do that tomorrow, we want to take the photos today, OK. She is tired after the ice cream and wants a bit of sleep, me, you’re not serious, we agreed upon taking the photos etc. She’s tired. After having a shower she wraps herself in a towel, lies on the bed and wants to sleep. I’m angry, put my photo equipment away and ask her why she doesn’t go home if she’s tired, she can sleep there. She gets dressed.

After a few discussions and almost – getting on – actions, she leaves, I don’t hold her back. After talking to her in a friendly and reasonable manner she told me she wanted to go, I say OK, go. She wants another drink; I say no, you want to go home so go. Earlier I had told her that if she goes she doesn’t have to come back again. She said, “I want one beer”, she always said beer for a drink, don’t know why. I get a bottle out of the fridge, leave the top on and put it in her plastic handbag. Later she takes the bottle out of her bag and puts it on the fridge. She asked whether they could meet later, I said yes, maybe, but don’t believe it. There comes a point when the irritating should come to an end. She takes everything with her, I give her another 2000 for the night, is OK for me.

On seeing her off I told her to take care, she wanted a kiss on the cheek, but no more. She left the room without saying goodbye. After a couple of minutes there was a knock at the door, she wants her chewing gum, I open the drawer and throw one into her bag, she wants more, then she puts her hand in and grabs her lollipops. Maybe that’s all she really wanted, mysterious action. Once in front of the room door with all her bags she either shouts something to the chambermaid or asks her something, she was quite loud, don’t know what but it doesn’t bother me anyway. I shut the door and that’s it. Kiss my arse, who the hell am I then, neither am I going to run after a stupid whore nor let her nursemaid me.

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I consider what I could do, I could go down to the beach to check out what’s going on during the afternoon; but I’m too tired and decide to have a nap.

After about two hours or so, a knock at the door, she calls “I’m back”, comes in with a couple of presents, a cuddly toy dog, which she drags around with her for quite a while and a plastic palm tree, god knows why. A little helplessly she told me that she felt sorry about things, I gave in, not immediately and compellingly, I’m a bit peeved off. But then again I really do like her. She knows very well that she is good looking and what effect she has. Earlier on, in front of the mirror, she made use of this. I can compensate for this because I don’t just have a pair of balls.

But now she has to pay the price.

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So, off to the Indiana. On the way there I saw a bad accident with a moped, a woman is lying on the beach with a twisted leg, she looks like she’s dead. Nobody bothers about her, they seem to be more interested in the moped lying on the street. A few meters further on I saw a baseball cap, the accident seems to have just happened. After a while I ask the taxi driver, who seems to be nice, bright and open-minded, whether anybody had called for an ambulance. No, he told me, maybe the police, they take ages to get there and would be more interested in the victim’s money than the victim herself. Here it looks like the police steal accident victim’s money. The taxi driver finds this bad as well, but that’s what it’s like here. If you don’t have money for a taxi then you can’t get to the hospital, you will just die a wretched death. One becomes humble – and thankful, friends.

Once back at the Indiana I use the internet before going for a shower then bed.

In the middle of the night there is a fierce knocking at my door.

I wait for a while then ask who’s there. “Me” answered a familiar female voice after some time. I unlock the door and as far as I can make out she is alone. I told her to come in, she hesitates then enters; I lock the door again. “I need a piss”, she stood in front of the bog door watching. I can’t piss when you’re watching, go back to the room. She does so and of course first checks to make sure that I am on my own, later, asks whether someone else had been here her before her, there hadn’t been.

She asked me what’s wrong with me, “why with me”? “What’s wrong with you”, the conversation lasted for about three minutes with five or ten short sentences being spoken. Then she is lying on top of me naked, my cock inside her and she kept on stammering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”.

Making-up shags are know to be the best, this one as well. I’m glad that she’s here again, she is horny as fuck. My cock stands like a steel rod, we fuck for quite a time in different positions. Finally I am above her and my cock is in her mouth. I remind her that she has two hands and lead one to may arse; where she massages my ring with one of her fingers, the other hand is on my balls, which she gently massages.

Just before I shot my load, as usual I let her know and say “open wide”. I shoot my load into her gob and whilst doing so tell her to swallow, which she didn’t do straight away, instead she kept the stuff in her mouth and did a rubbing movement with her hand in front of her face. Actually she had wanted to massage my “stuff” into her face, but I had changed my mind and let her swallow it. After telling her once again to swallow, she did so and showed me her long clean tongue and empty mouth. We lie there cuddling for quite a while, she told me that she had gone home but could not sleep, that’s the reason for her being here.

She then told me that I had fucked another woman, which was more like a question, I told her that I hadn’t, “no bumbum, no blow job, no kissing, no touching, nothing”, which was the truth. At some time or other I lie on my stomach, she on top of me, she wants to sleep this way. I ask myself what a sight that would be, me, the old codger, with an extremely good looking black bunny lying on top of me? But then I decided that there is no point in asking myself such questions and just enjoy the moment. The feeling goes right through me.

We finally fall asleep after lots of kisses, just like teenagers only a lot wetter.

To be continued…

Bamburi Beach, baby oil meets black skin, Likoni ferry boat, Diani Beach, downtown Mombasa: there’s a lot to discover.