"Body on me!"

NOTE:This story completely fictional

It was 19 years ago when it happened the first time nilipofirana, after consistent fantasizing and constant masturbating I was definitely ready for my mafirano experience. I had of course fuck back&forth several girls by this time, being attractive and easy to get along with, and I knew I enjoyed women as well as guys but I figured I hadn’t much room to talk since I had not yet experienced mboos. What was funny about the whole experience is how it just popped up out of nowhere.

Unaona bwana!,there was this guy in our kinondoni district,mtaa siujui jina who was a known, and open bi sexual,Si unajua mtu basha anavyokuwa?,akikaa kijiweni na wenzie maneno yake ya kibasha basha!,at least he was out which gave me free reign to fantasize about him every night, considering I imagined his "mashine" was pretty big.Jina lake alikuwa akiitwa Ramadhani.

It was strange being around him,he worked at cafe. Usually I would make eye contact and have a little smirk which I doubted he picked up on, and I would tuck my penis up under the waist of my pants to suppress it, other wise it would be visible you know!.

Over the course of the years I eventually built up the courage to let it tent out, and that was precisely how it happened. I was getting some chips kuku at his cafee today, and nobody else was in the place. I gave him my usual sultry effect, smiling subtly at him and staring at his eyes. It wasn’t romance, it was mualiko, and it seemed to work because he always gave me the same look. It isn’t hard to realize the implications of the look, but when you got it you just knew you did. The idea of sucking his mboo, or any dick for that matter made me hard and I knew this was the closest I would get to trying it out so instead of fumbling in my pockets to tuck my boner beneath my belt I just stood there, with my swollen 8”inches peace of meat poking right out. He of course noticed, looking down, smirking looking up at me and smirking again. Then he leaned right over the counter, stared me right in the eyes and just said simply “slut”.

I had to think fast, I didn’t know how to go about this exactly, but now I knew he knew, and his reply as simple as it was could have meant anything. It could have meant he was disgusted, but I didn’t think so because he was still kind of smiling when I looked at him and said “only if you want me to be.”
“Well Itategemea!,” he said in an arrogant non chalant way that was getting me harder by the second. “lets see that ass, turn around.” I couldn’t believe it, my head was pounding with excitement i didn'y know how but faster I turned around and jutted my little ass provocatively at him. He grabbed it, sort of pinched it, ran his hand over both cheeks and then gave it a little swat while he chuckled.

“I can tell by your eyes how much you want it.” He said,Sikumjibu kitu, I was so aroused I was breathless. “And I can tell this would be a nice little asshole to ride on for a while.” Now he was just standing there, eyeing up my butt. “What I want to hear from you is how much you want it.”
You often hear descriptions of feeling almost in a trance, hearing yourself say things you cant believe are actually coming out of your mouth when situations like this come up. This was exactly the case, I was so turned on I felt high, intoxicated and totally caught up in the moment. I had been dreaming of this for some time and here it was, I wasted little time and immediately grabbed for his package which was stunningly hard and large, even through his blue jeans, I looked at him and told him I wanted to get fucked. I told him I wanted to get fucked and I wanted to suck him off and that I wanted his cum all over my insides. He just kind of grinned. Then he walked over, flipped the open sign to say closed, locked the door, shut off the lights and grabbed me by the waist of my jeans, dragging me towards the back room. I went with him, enthralled by his confidence. His brazen demeanor had me dribbling precum out of my by now rock hard dick.

It was exactly like I fantasized, I don’t know if he could just read me and know how I wanted it, or if it was just his general approach but my god it was perfect. There was no touchy, kissy, or cuddly element to the scenario at all. We got there, he told me to get on my knees, his pants fell around his ankles and there it was, staring me in the face. I glanced up at him for a moment before he commanded me to ‘suck it bitch’. I grabbed it, knowing I would never be the same once I touched it to my lips. Its not that I was hesitant, just drunk with excitement which apparently annoyed him because with a sigh and a roll of his eyes he jabbed me in the cheek with his dick while I looked at him. “I didn’t ask for a hand job, I demanded a blow job, now suck my fucking dick already!”

I placed it in my mouth, his dick was about 7.5” a little bit shorter and less thick then mine but not much. It had a taste to it that I couldn’t really appreciate and hadn’t expected but the act itself was beyond discription. The feeling of his head touching my throat and just barely exciting my gag reflex was great, I also realized it was kind of hard to breath when your sucking dick because you really want to suck it not just run your lips over it and you cant exhale. Anybody who loves to suck dick as much can relate, the first time is always kind of weird. I was beginning to think I was doing a bad job because when I looked up at him with his dick buried in my face he was kind of shaking his head. “Enough fun and games bitch, Black its like you have never done this before” I would have admitted that I hadn’t but at the moment my mouth was a little preoccupied. At this point it didn’t matter because he grabbed my head, balled it into his fist and started forcing my head up and down on it. He combined his arm movements with hip thrusts, and I felt like I was going to throw up I was choking so bad. However, the look on his face, as his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly and he bit his lower lip… it was just too much. I found myself trying to match his rhythm but it was too fast, so I just made my neck a pivot and let him use my face any way he wanted. I was moaning and feeling for my belt buckle when he pulled it out and slapped me in the face with it. “Take a breath for a second, and stand up.” I did as he told me but I was afraid he was going to try and kiss me which I would have objected to. A whore never kisses her client because it’s a waste of time, and this is what I felt like. A dirty fucking whore. He didn’t spoil the mood with kissing tho, instead he was hastily undoing my pants and pulling them down. “I prefer to do this myself” I heard him breathing but I was so enraptured it was ridiculous, no drug I ever took ever made me feel as good as I did at that point. Then he pushed me back onto my knees, didn’t ask or demand me to, just physically made me. His dick was as hard as ever, and he was running its head all over my face, leaving a trail of saliva and pre cum in its wake. I had closed my eyes and was trying to get it into my mouth as he teased me with it, rolling it just out of reach of my lips whenever they got close enough to it. Here I was, my pants and shoes off, trying to suck Gerry’s dick with my knees getting sore and my hair hurting like hell from the grip he had on it. He kept rubbing his erect cock all over my face when he started to belittle me with his comments. “Look at you. You are such a fucking slut, you want that dick so bad. Tell me again how much you want it.” I grabbed it and started jerking it off as I looked up at him and started rambling, “ I need this dick so bad. I’ve wanted it for years…”
“Yeah no shit, “
“let me suck it,tafadhali…”
“Why should I, you little slut”
“Please, I need your cum, I need it like I need oxygen, please, make me be your cum depository, let me…”

To be continued...

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