Dec 24

Educated South African Women Want a Doggy Style Booty Fuck and Big Dick for 4 Hours!!! – Not Money.

Sex in the Office

Doggystyle in the Office

Soon after eating, Detroit Letsego removed his trousers. Ayesha didn’t eat, she just wanted quick sex. She removed her pants and lay on the bed with her crop-top on. He was on top of her thrusting in and out quickly in missionary style, Ayesha tried to make movements. The round was cut short.

“Please stay still” Detroit said as he went for another round that never lasted fifteen minutes. Ayesha pressed the stem of his dick. “Shit this is boring!!!” Detroit got up and put on his trousers, he was disgusted with amateurs and their selfishness.

Things sucked….they had just broken up after returning from a trip and this was their last sex. Detroit didn’t want anything to do with anybody, the only thing that would give him peace of mind was seeing the face of somebody he cared for, and going back to the way things were with her girlfriend. But this was just another one of those arguments which demonstrated that they were not meant for each other. He knew that Ayesha was not the right girl, they were only bonded by this stupid obsession.

As he lay on his bed in detached mood, a low ringtone awoke him from his somber state, it was a text message from a woman. He thought it was Ayesha, but it was somebody else, he put the phone away, at this point he didn’t care for any random girl whether pretty, nice or sexy, even if it was Beyonce or a bombshell from BangBros, he would have ignored her just to get back at this inconsiderate creature called a woman.

After 30 minutes or so, he poured himself a glass of red 4th Street wine. Then he checked his phone again out of habit. He read the text message from this strange number. Like someone who is used to the way girls chat, he knew it was a woman trying to chat him up. It was not in his habit to call back or pick up calls, he enjoyed texting back and forth for prolonged periods, a procedure that allows him to gauge the other party and learn about the subject with no pressure from his side.

A few months back, Detroit had exchanged numbers with some people on a Facebook group but he never remembered their names, or what they wanted because he was fixated on Ayesha. Out of curiosity and impatience, the strange woman on the other end of the line decided to call Detroit.

Unlike in previous occasions where Detroit deliberately avoided calls because he didn’t want to satisfy the women’s curiosity or give much about himself, this time he instinctively picked up the phone because he was himself (DRUNK) and also because he didn’t care – it was an opportunity for him to vent his feelings about relationships to this female stranger.

“………..SILENCE………….” Detroit picked up the phone but he didn’t speak.

“How are you? So what are you doing? ” The female stranger greeted first, sounding enthusiastic and excited.

“Oh I am fine, just at home relaxing, so what’s up for today?” Detroit answered as if speaking to a well known friend. He resisted the urge to ask questions like where did we meet because whoever this woman was, she knew him and he had no clue who she was.

“I am planning to come over, where are you staying again?” The woman said.

“Ok come at 5 o’clock, 272 Flamingo Court, tell the taxi driver to drop you by the shops at Pick n Pay” Detroit answered. The truth is Detroit was not busy that day, he could have told her to come now but he didn’t want to look too eager. This would also give him time to prepare for the visitor.

“Oh I know the place” The woman answered

“Oh really, just text me when you come” Detroit said

Detroit’s place was in order, so no urgent preparation was needed to meet this woman. At 5:15, the woman arrived. She called him to open the gate.

“Where are you?” Detroit asked

“I am at the gate” The woman answered. Detroit quickly opened the gate with an automatic opener. Through the window, he saw a young woman wearing glasses and jean pants. She was a typical college senior in her final years, around 25 years of age.

Getting Pounded in the Office

2 Hours Later – Still Getting Pounded in the Office

Inside the apartment, she sat on a chair, then they started chatting like old friends. He never asked her name. They drank some wine, she stayed sober taking small occasional sips, he was already drunk but he felt like drinking more…he poured another cup. Sadly, on this day the drink never took him to high heaven, it was just filling his belly. He started relating the issues he had with his girlfriend. She watched him with interest as he spoke, clearly enjoying his passion, innocence and vulnerability. Detroit wasn’t faking vulnerability, in the past, a girl or two had told him how he comes across as an innocent soul.

She interrupted him “let’s get down to bed”. She was wet, there was something about this guy that turned her on. As Detroit stood up to put his glass of wine on the table, she leaned towards him, reaching for his crotch as if it was some kind of a wrapped Christmas present. He removed his trousers and slipped on a condom from his bag. The smell of impending sex was hanging in the room. She grabbed his throbbing dick which was long, although only in half erection mode. With eyes glowing like a girl in a candy shop, she looked at the dick like a professional sex addict who knows the right dick when she sees it.

Like a hungry animal, she started licking the unwrapped package with the tip of her tongue. Whoever this woman was, she was an experienced woman, far much better than his ex-girlfriend. He gently caressed her head as she sucked on like a submissive African bride who wants to please her king. Unknown to Detroit, this was not an ordinary chick from the club or streets but the woman getting down on him was a Science student doing a Degree at the University of Durban.

Unlike her 20 year old selfish and immature ex-girlfriend, this young dick loving woman was mature, intelligent and not after money, she just wanted a good dick. They clicked right from the start. Always on the same wavelength, they were birds of the same feather – sex birds and intellectual birds.

As she got up, they started kissing like an infatuated couple that would shamelessly fuck in the parking lot. He removed her top and ran his hands over her bums and boobs. She was passionate and subservient but she initiated most of the moves and positions.

Pound the Ass Harder !!!

3 Hours Later – Ass Gets Red from Too Much Pounding

In bended position, with her hands touching the bed, she turned around, submitting her ass to him. He grabbed the ass with both hands, she was wearing African beads around her waist. He started pounding the bums, slapping them and riding her ass like a cowboy. He pounded relentlessly, and whenever his dick slipped out, she would put it back with her hand. This was not a moment for pretending or acting like a gentleman. He pounded hard, delaying his ejaculation for more than an hour, sweat was running down his neck but he continued nevertheless. When he could take it no more, he took a break, slumping down on the bed beside her. It was a marathon fuck, but she never wanted to stop. She wanted to go on and on. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, his cupping her boobs. Sweat flowed from his brows and pubic hair. He wrapped her ass between his thighs, drenching her and making some fake thrusting movements. A thud filled the room each time he pounded her fleshy and sweaty bums.

She turned around and touched his dick with tenderness, it was limp. Her eyes were yearning for more. When a man fucks your ass doggy-style until he can’t fuck no more and the woman still wants more, you know that she has defeated him. Detroit was defeated. He would need a good break before starting another round. This woman had an insatiable appetite, she could enjoy dick all night.

Looking him in the eye, she caressed his dick, looking for ways to resuscitate the anaconda. She sucked the thing and licked the balls like the world’s best ice cream. Detroit was sitting up with his back on the wall and legs stretched on the bed. She sat on his dick in squatting position and rode on him, moving back and forth in quick motions with her ass brushing the man’s crotch.

In the midst of this wild session, someone knocked on the door. They ignored the knock, until the stranger went away.

Your wildest fantasies are not planned or sought after, they come when you are not expecting them. They come from unexpected people. They come from unexpected situations. In only 4 hours, Detroit had just had the greatest sex of his life with a stranger, the kind of sex he never had with his ex-girlfriend of 3 years.