She really got going in the taxi. Have I already told you that she gave me a blowjob in the hire car on the way to the beach (M. and B. were sat in the front, we were in the back)? Even got my end away quickly, was quite nice. But now we were in great form. A little bit pissed, and in a good mood. God, did she make me feel horny with her shaved twat. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, was always groping around – and now in the taxi with nothing on underneath, she got my thing out and started to blow.

The taxi driver pretended that he hadn’t realised what was going on. Both the rear windows are wound down. Now she made things come true, with a sly smile, she pulled her latex mini up and got on top! The taxi driver (illegal taxi) pretends to be bored. I watched him for a while, it seemed to me that he really didn’t take a look in the mirror. After a few minutes she wound the windows up, the taxi driver became the order to drive around for a while, great! It took about ten minutes. Instead of the two bucks agreed upon, I gave the taxi driver four. One cannot complain.

In the Casa, as horny as we were, things really got going. I love her…

I start to wank onto her tongue whilst filming and observe in the mirror how long white streaks of spit drip down into her cleavage and onto her nice blouse. She shoves a finger slightly into my arse, which I find very nice. I’m loaded, took a whole blue one beforehand. Now I force her finger further into my arsehole and tell her to move it more intensively, which she does. This makes me so horny that it won’t take much longer.

Just before the vinegar strokes I said “fuck my arse”, by now her finger is almost completely inside, she massages my prostrate, the other hand is pulling my ball bag. I now wank intensively into her mouth; I come and moan “open wide, open wi-d-e”. My load hits her tongue, her face is left clean, well done. With a wicked smile on her face she lets the sauce run into her cleavage, I take a few pics then that’s it.

After having a shower she lies back down next to me, we talk, she’s nice; has a four year old daughter, school for her costs 6 Kenyan grand a month. She has a maid who looks after the daughter when she is not there, e.g. when she’s messing about with clients. Apart from that she cooks each day (lives there with her), does the washing and looks after the complete household. She tells me I’m welcome to come around for a bite to eat; her maid would put on an African dish. I say ok, of course knowingly that I would be off the next day for good.

Then again, I would have liked to see how she lived and food is always good for me. Asked how much the maid earns for the fulltime job, 4k a month. She’s over 20 years of age. I ask her, if I was to hire a young maid for 10k or so a month, would the maid give me a blow job each day if I wanted one? Of course, she said.

I give her 2000 plus 500, normally this would be too much but she plays the game and I like her. Today’s the last day, so fuck it. I get rid of her more or less in a rush, after shooting my load I don’t need a long talk with a whore; had only talked to her for a while because I liked her. She makes herself up and goes. Take care! You too…

*****

It’s the last evening, the one with the short night. I nip down to Roberto’s for a bite to eat, that was it. Liked it, the longer I’m here the better. Is relaxing, but not bad and there are nice girls, of course one has to look around but the longer one is here the easier it gets. Well, have had a few experiences after all, all without accident, which is very important or in fact remarkable. When I’m back home in one piece tomorrow … one shouldn’t count ones chickens before they hatch…

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Down at Roberto’s I have a large starter (mixed) and the mixed grill (1400/1500), bother very good. Including two waters and the large ice cream I paid 3720, not bad, but I still have enough KSH and I like eating. Better than getting pissed up, have shot my load as well, so who cares.

Set my alarm for half five in the morning, the taxi arrives a little late at a quarter past six. Nothing special happens during the trip to the airport, on arrival I am surprised that I don’t have to pay airport tax.

No queue at the premium economy desk, what a bit of luck, the hundreds at the back are pushing and shoving. Have still got almost three hours until takeoff, decide to go to the “air conditioned” lounge for a few cokes, there is no air conditioning but a large fan, better than nothing. Alteration (60€) and reservation with the Condor hotline had worked well.

The plane is quite late, found out that during a stopover one of the rear emergency chutes had accidentally been activated, some strange things do happen. Nothing further had happened but a replacement part is not available here and due to this the captain is only allowed to take 145 passengers. The plane leaves two hours late and is only half full – but I’m on board. I have a centre row for myself and am able to get some sleep.

F i n i s h

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Fuck my old boots, her breath smelt all the way to Jericho. Of course she protested but is too pissed for a decent argument and to react properly, thank god. I leave her standing there and tell the receptionist that she would be back soon to pick up her papers, I’m not going to stay with her and show her with a movement of the hand; she understand.

I have a word with the askari at the beach wing, tell him there is trouble again with a pissed up tart, describe her and tell him not to let her in. I then tell him that it’s his lucky day today because I am short of small change, I give him 500. He then told me that he would be knocking off in an hour, was pleased with the tip (much too much). I also told him that I was going to phone another tart, he could let her in, her name is Gwen, OK.

That’s what things are like, problems on my last day, all I want is a dreamy afternoon blow job, no more, is that asking too much? Send Gwen a text, she had knocked on the door a few times and asked when she could carry on with her deep throat experience. Asked her if she had a bit of time; 30 minutes later I had to pick her up at the gate, the security bloke won’t let her in. Thought things would be like this, but better than anything else. He let Gwen in as he saw me from a distance and we go up to my room. She has a new hairdo, it’s a darker blond and short, will be long and black the next day she says.

She has just arrived from Mombasa, is sweaty, has a shower first, I serve her a drink of her choice in the bathroom; it’s to cold so she leaves it for later.

She lies on the bed on top of me, nice girl. I ask her whether she would like to wear something nice again, of course. I hand her the red bag and she chooses the sailor-girl top and black plastic mini. We talk for a short while then I lead her between my legs; I want to see what she does, she knows what to do. She does quite a nice blow job, not fantastic but willingly and with a little talent.

Finally I pull her up and say, “come on, I’ll fuck you a little”, she sits on my throbbing cock, but not before lubricating her fanny with a bit of spit. A bit of in and out, then I tell her to turn around and I look at her backside, how it slips up and down my hard-on. After this a bit of doggy fashion whilst kneeling on the bed, now I get going and give her a right banging; she’s wet and moaning. Then a bit of doggy fashion whilst standing in front of the bed, then free handed, her hands on the floor, I fuck the arse off her from behind; her legs are straight and I don’t have to bend down.

I watch all this in the mirror, she has an enraptured expression on her face, I shag her as if I’m a steam-hammer, we move towards the door. My white hands hold her black bum-cheeks and I enjoy the feeling of both my hands on her arse.

Finally I take a cushion from the chair, throw it onto the floor and indicate that she should kneel down on it. She sucks my cock, I tell her to massage my backside and get my ring ready with a portion of spit, this whilst stroking my nuts with the other hand. I show her how to hold my balls, never the nuts themselves, just the skin, but tightly. I tell her to pull them and then let go.

To be continued…

She laughs, agrees and gives her consent. I ask for the bill, say sorry, “can I leave you on your own now” (what a nice bloke I am…), “OK”. She told me that she would like a smoke after the meal, I know too well of this problem, say “good” and offer her 100 for a packet of ciggies. She nods, I pull a 200er out and give her it discreetly. She is happy; I get a kiss and goodbye.

In between the grovelling whore came over to my table and offered to shake hands, I refused. She sat down and asked for a beer, which of course she does not get. Starts a conversation: “can you remember me? You took me back to your room recently”, she only said this to let the other know what’s what. What a little bastard. Regarded her with contempt, she leaves after a while.

The taxi driver took me back to my hotel, I gave him a total of 3000 for the tour, a good deal for him, single journeys wouldn’t have been any cheaper of me, but he would have been more irritating.

I pay my bill at the reception; I had paid part of the bill a few days earlier with my credit card. I had told them that I would like to pay the rest the day before my last because I did not know how much cash I would have left, which in turn I would not be able to exchange back into Euros. There was still quite a lot left to pay, quite a lot for the laundry.

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I tried to phone Stella whilst on my way to Mombasa, her mobile is switched off. Probably sleeping it off I suppose. She does a great blow job and I’m in the mood for her to give my ring a good licking. She phones me as I’m at the reception, whether I’m in the middle of a shag. I tell her I’m not and that she should come down to Roberto’s in an hour but not later than 90 minutes, OK. She told me that her mobile was on charge, me, where’s the problem, I’m still able to phone you. She wants to go shopping now, I think to myself, “is she pissed again”? I go down to Roberto’s for an ice cream, drink a giant cappuccino and am in the net.

On finishing she is 15 minutes over the time, can’t be seen anywhere. I pay and set off back towards my room, she phones me, she’s on her way. I had sent her a text asking why she’s not there when I need her, not waiting any longer, got things to do tonight. She told me that she would be there in just a few minutes. I told her not to forget her ID, would pick her up at the reception. She phones me, is downstairs, I get dressed and nip down and pick her up. She’s sitting at the main entrance and chatting to one of the askaris. I say to her “come on, let’s go”, turn round and walk off towards the reception. I hear a kissing noise; ask her, “you kiss the security”? She, that’s for my job; didn’t like that at all.

She got her papers out at the reception, had no ID card, only the usual registration stuff from the cop-shop. It’s now that I realise how pissed up she is again. Shopping my arse, she had pissed it up on my cash and then been lying in bed all morning with her black stallion. I go back out and walk towards the car park instead of towards my room. I tell her that she is pissed as a fart and asked what sort of crap she had told me on the phone; then I told her that I didn’t want to go to bed with her any more and that she should phone me the next day.

To be continued…