OVERLOAD! Mr. Hyena gives boss proper tutorial, gets fired
I used to get laid five times a day there by fulfilling the Runyoro saying, “When the gods want to punish you, they give you whatever you wish for”.
I worked for a clearing firm long before I got married and came across many escapades. In a man’s life, there comes a time when he is on form because every woman is yearning for him. Even when he jokes in the direction of sex, the babe just agrees!
When that period came for me, it was like a snake on a journey in grass because my female neighbors started cursing while their husbands envied me. Those days, I used to leave work at around 5:00pm and would come home with, one of those girls who supply food.
We would be busy in bed with those till around 8:00pm, and then I would go around in the neighborhood, searching for a babe who would spend a night in my bed.
I would then bring her back, we hit the sack from about 10:00pm to 5:00am before sending her away saying she should go early or otherwise my wife’s friends would see her and beat her.
I never escorted these girls in the morning and would only wait for yet another one and have her for breakfast. She would end up cleaning the waters of the other babes who left before she came. It was during this period that my friends gave me names like, “Inspector, Doctor, Jajja Mukebeza, Lukatu and Sabazira”.
The most memorable day, however, was a Wednesday, in the month of February. Now, myth has it that Wednesdays are always bad luck days and on this particular one, I woke up as usual and sent away the babe I had spent the night with.
On my way back, I saw the landlord’s second wife with a local sheikh; the sheikh ran away. They seemed to have spent the night together in a lodge but in my books, that is not a crime and so he shouldn’t have wasted his energy running away.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Mrs. Landlord begged me. People, this woman wasn’t that beautiful but neither was she ugly. She looked like she was a sibling to the Nigerian actress, Rita Dominic! I had long wanted to bed this babe but never thought it was going to be possible and moreover on this early morning.
I jokingly told her that if she didn’t want me to report her, she had to give me a piece of her pie and she readily accepted. But there was one problem. I didn’t have condoms, so I told her that basing on the “Muslim brotherhood”, who among us sleeps with his brother’s wife with condoms?
So I pinned my landlord’s wife to the wall, explored her for about 30minutes before crushing her g-spot which made her whole body tremble like there was thunder going through it .
“Blood, blood, blood, stop,” Mrs. Landlord said, freaking me out. Her yoyo had realized a lot of elinino and this had never happened to her. “Oh my God, you have unblocked all my nerves and fallopian tube,” Mrs. Landlord confessed in praise of my joystick.
I got home feeling so happy because I had made love to my Landlord’s missus but the chick who was supposed to come to me that morning didn’t show up.
Later, I left home and went to a nearby hostel to check on Resty, one of the babes I was seriously drilling. She had gone upcountry. Now, Resty was sharing a room with one of Uganda’s top minister’s daughters, whom I had nicknamed Halle Berry, because she almost looked like the famous actress. After the formalities, Halley Berry begged me to massage her and to prove her seriousness, she lay on the bed wearing just knickers. The most I could do was to massage her body for 10minutes before starting to kiss her, which led to suckling on the boobs and though I thought I would stop at that, Halle pushed me south and how many of you can say no to a minister’s daughter?
So after lick-lick, I made love to this babe as if she was a slave. Most babes clean the pleasure muscle with clothes after sex, she cleaned mine with her tongue and I vowed never to bonk any other babe who wasn’t a prominent daughter, wife or sister.
What I didn’t know was that the drama of my day was at my work place waiting for me in the form of my boss. She was a very tall woman and we used to call her Mrs. Ofwono. She had a voluptuous rear and she was the friendliest boss on earth, always cracking jokes with us including sexual ones.
I used to fantasize about her kind of body and when she called me into her office that day, she beat about the bush and asked me silly questions until she caught my eyes looking at her beautiful long toes. She demanded to know why I was looking at her legs like a kid looking at sweets! I bravely told her that I loved her toes passionately, before going on to tell her that if I ever got a chance, I would make love to her pakalast.
“Kabalega, you have a lot of words but one day I will make you show me what you’ve got,” she said. She used to call me Kabalega because of my ancestor, the great King of Bunyoro.
At around 4:00pm, my boss told me to drive her to URA from where I drove her to a salon, where she spent about an hour. We then went to her home but I waited for her in the car as she spent an hour in the house, bathing and dressing up. She finally came out in a shorter but looser dress and my heart went yoli yoli! “Let us go and see your place,” Mrs. Ofwono said, sitting in the car. I asked her what exactly she meant and she repeated her statement. I had never expected in the wildest of my dreams that my boss would want to see where I stay.
“Am I about to be promoted?” I wondered. She insisted she wanted to see my place and asked me to drive and we went.
Once at my place, she got out a nail cutter and asked me to help her with her nails. She raised her leg and rested on me before leaning backwards. At that point, she didn’t have to tell me what to do next. I dropped the nail cutter and started kissing and caressing her toes. I then went up her leg at snail speed and when I got to the thigh area, madam suggested that I lock the door which I did quickly and got back down between her legs. This time I went straight to the knickers and when I finally pushed her knickers aside, my eyes almost popped out the sockets.
A freshly shaven beautiful fruit. When I unleashed my tongue, my madam started cheering me in all sorts of languages and by now, my dongle was also very hard. I don’t know what hit my tongue that freaked her out because she got off the seat where she had been seated and landed on my kneeling thighs.
I unleashed my 31cm long pleasure muscle onto my boss as she squatted frog style, and did her to the best of my ability for six long hours. She finished 3 times.
Men, this wasn’t your typical woman but a tall musheshe woman! From that evening on, I became the boss’ sex toy and she would even call me into her office for quickies. She elevated me from a one-room house to a flat and fitted it with the latest TV screen. All was well till her nephews found out and later fired me.
Till then, I remain yours truly, Mr. Hyena
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