Chapter 152: Chapter 152

Chapter 152

~Give it to me better now~

Whatever that brought them together at the club led them to the executive suite of a hotel down town. Mrs. Fanny had gulped a few more bottles of beer and rum even after the previous five bottles that were supplied to their table and it was by grace that she didn’t walk on her head instead of her feet.

The strange man was tipsy but much conscious than Mrs. Fanny; even it was he that led her to his arch back Ford car before his driver got his orders.

“Take me home,” he had ordered his driver, rolled his eyes and rubbed them to gain clearer sight.

“Home, sir?” the driver had protested, “You have a woman with you. I thought you would have said hotel,” he suggested.

The strange man didn’t utter a word. The best he could do was stroke the hair of Mrs. Fanny whose head lolled on his shoulders now.

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In less than few minutes, the strange man gained a little consciousness, rolled this way and that way, felt his surrounding and it was a soft foam and a duvet, rubbing his eyes clearly, he could behold who was under the duvet next to him; a pretty, light-skinned, blonde, that looked more beautiful even in sleep. He could recall a while ago they were at the clubbing glugging down beer together and reviewing his heartbreak with much of the chastisement on him.

“Wow,” he whispered at the pain that churned his jaw and limbs and he could smell the exudates of alcohol in his breath, as his gaze remained on the pretty woman, who was beginning to snow now. He also could recall his driver must have done this perfect job of taking them to a suite and having them lay under the duvet.

He crawled out of the bed, tucked away at the balcony and smoked quietly, throwing a stare at the woman at a time and wishing she could wake up and keep him warm and busy with discussion. He only just realized they had met without really knowing each other; he couldn’t recall any pleasantries and introduction. He smoked quietly into the night and the next time he cast a glance at her, behold her breasts were out of its hold, bared and stared at him. It was then he knew he had been with a dashing woman.

Gently, he quenched the cigar in its tray, and with his gaze still on her spotless cute breasts, he threw one step at a time until he appeared at her side, and contemplated which to start with, whether a kiss, a touch or vagina licking. Indecisive he came under the duvet, stooped his face to hers, and planted a deep kiss on her sensual kiss-it lips. And in quick response, she made a move with her body wriggling and then her mouth moved as though she was muttering something that she alone could understand; something she was saying in her dream. His hands came on her breasts and they were warm and smooth as the surface of a newly printed text book. His fingers stroked the nipples as he kissed her again , and withdrew his lips.

“When last did you fuck me, asshole?” she whispered meanwhile she was dreaming where she engaged Ken in a wild sex.

Thinking she was talking to him, he had a smile, shook his head and grinned before saying, “I am on it baby-boo. Forget about your worries when you see my dick. I am better than your ex,” he replied, as he undressed himself hastily, feeling his erection push against his zipper.

He endeavored to keep his gaze on her bust because the more he did the stronger his erection. He was stark naked now and with carefulness he stroked her nipples before undressing her. With her dress in his hand he tossed it to a corner and smacked his lips at the redness of her body and endowment; how each part arrived at a perfect curve without mistakes; the fullness of her breasts and the aura of lust her thick vagina lips commanded. If she were to be food, he wouldn’t get enough of her. He bent to her, rubbed her breasts and pressed them gently.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, and then whispered, “Ok, last fuck was bad. Give it to me better now.”

When he stooped to kiss her again, he could perceive much of the exudates of beer in her breath and he perceived she was still tipsy. To his surprise her eyes opened and flashed into his face as light into a dark corner and he almost flinched not until he got the surprise of his life.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered and shut her eyes calmly.

He pulled down on her, paused at her thighs and realized he had not removed her G-string. When he brought his nose to it, he loved what he smelled and shook his head to her neatness; she smelled like bur berry and he was forced to pull her G-string to her knees using his teeth. With eagerness up his brain, he brought his head between her thighs and buried his tongue into her vagina, and with the wetness he met, he wondered if she had been horny all the while or just of recent. She never moaned. She never uttered a word, and she almost kept still all through until he noticed her waist twisting impatiently. When he penetrated her vagina, he confirmed it was action worth doing for the rest of his life, and his penis would be grateful for taking such decision. For the first time of his miserable life he was comfortable inside a stranger. And not even his wife had made him discover his originality.

With his face grinning while he thrust his penis into her wet vagina, he covered their nakedness with the duvet to make sure no action escaped from the bed. With no moaning coming from either of them, there was no other noise than the springy bed that creaked under their weight.

He had two more rounds quietly before he had the nerves to curl up next to her naked body, held her across the breasts and laid down to sleep.

Only at dawn would he get results for what he just did but for now he was glad that the camera in the corner had a video coverage of them…

This time he was going to be careful; it was either he fell in love or he blackmail any woman that crossed his path.

Something drastic called on…