I had relocated to Kisumu from Uganda. My company had bought a factory there and wanted me to manage it. Well, I managed some of the female sexual power there as well.
For those geographically challenged, Kisumu is the third-largest city in Kenya. Yet, it is very small, the roads are not properly built. I feel like an alien in Kisumu as there are not many Indians in that city. Although Indians who live in Kenya stay in Nairobi.
I have had my wonderful experience with African ladies during . I bid farewell to my Ugandan neighbor Sara, who introduced me to sex with Africans with a heavy heart. I happily went to Kisumu and stayed in a hotel before I could find an apartment to rent.
While walking on the streets, I often got catcalls from local ladies and girls. They were not call-girls. I have fair skin, and this makes me look like an alien to them. A random woman would come and touch my hair and skin. I liked it at first, but it later started annoying me.
While buying vegetables at the local market, the vegetable seller lady I was negotiating price came to me and started touching my hair. Then she got hold of my penis and pointed her gun at it. She started speaking in the local language, which I did not understand.
I gave her all my money, but she did not take it. Then, a young girl came towards me and said, “Excuse me, she is not asking for money. She wants you to sleep with her and her friends.” I replied, ‘Thank you’ and nodded in front of the woman.
She took me to a small hut-like room nearby. She removed my clothes and chained me to a wall. She removed her clothes. With fear, I had sex with her. She was more than 6 feet tall, very dark, had almost no hair. She was very rough at having sex. I cummed inside her within five minutes.
She slapped me and went outside. She came back and offered me some milk to drink, It tasted funny, but I drank it. I was unconscious for some time, but when I opened my eyes, a fat woman was in front of me. She had golden colored, braided hair.
I knew she was there to fuck me. She took my head and placed it on her pussy. I licked it and started enjoying her. We kissed and started having sex. She was much gentle than the vegetable lady. This time I did not cum while she came twice. Finally, she dressed up and left.
Before leaving, she said to me in English, “Son, we are not bad people. We just want to get a taste of you and enjoy you. Thank you very much for your services!”
I was lying on the floor for hours. Finally, after sunset, the vegetable lady comes back. She starts kissing me. This time I get a hard-on instantly. She again fucks me roughly. She had a piercing on her vagina, which made fucking the loose vagina of the old lady enjoyable.
We fucked for about an hour, after which we got tired. Then I wore my clothes. While leaving, she gave me a bag of vegetables with a big smile and kissed me. In my mind, I thought that in exchange for free vegetables.
I returned to my hotel room, where I slept immediately. The next day I got ready to search for an apartment for myself. While searching on the internet, I contacted a young girl called Julia. She worked as a part-time realtor. She would be spending the whole day with me, helping me search for an apartment.
The next morning Julia came to my hotel with her bike. She took me from places to places showing me apartments. I never knew that I was to be fucked again. She took me to the outskirts of the city to show me a cheap apartment.
She took me to an under-construction building and said that it would be completed in two months. She took me to the fourth floor, and we entered a dark room. Then I started to feel someone was hugging me from behind. It was from Julia.
She said, “Darling, I am a girl. You are a boy. We are alone. Let’s fuck.” I was stunned at the number of sex girls in Kenya needed. She said, “If I kill you, no one will come to know about it. Your only choice is to have sex with me and let me have sex with my first white boyfriend.”
“I am not white. I am an Indian.”
“Shut up. For me, you are my white boyfriend.”
She had sex with me at that under-construction building. She was the youngest African I had fucked. She was fairer compared to other locals. After finishing sex, she dropped me at my hotel. We continued meeting for apartment searches for the next four days until I finalized one.
During these days, she demanded more and more sex. But it did pay off as I got a good deal, and she did not charge me brokerage. Even after selling the apartment, she came to visit me for sex.
I thought she was in love with me, and indeed she was. She took me to meet her parents one day. Honestly, I had prepared myself for marriage going by the past instances. When meeting Julia’s parents, I had the shock of my life.
Julia’s mother was the same lady who had fucked me along with the vegetable lady. She, too, recognized me and asked Julia if I was indeed the one she loved. Her mother then went on to tell how she had had sex with me a few days back.
She said, “If you too get married, I will keep having sex with my son-in-law regularly.”
Julia got angry and slapped her mom and me. “I don’t want to marry a guy who fucks my mother. Maybe you both should get married!” She left saying this.
Her father, who was listening patiently, said, “You can’t marry him, but you can still fuck him. Go take him inside and enjoy.”
Julia’s mom took me to her room and latched the door, and then we fucked like crazy!