Hyena escapes from sick wife to shaft cousin on Eid, forced to dance ekimansulo
I had the worst Eid this week. For some unknown reason, Yasmine was bedridden with malaria. That is why I ended up doing all the housework on my own. Immediately after Eid prayers, I was supposed to prepare chicken for her. I rushed to the nearest market and bought peeled matooke, but after going through the hustle of cooking the meal, I couldn’t even eat it, and Yasmine didn’t either.
I had about 100 messages and missed calls on my lines from women who wanted me to shaft them, and since I couldn’t leave Yasmine alone, I became very irritated. In order to relax and calm down, I got out my latest CD and started playing some songs.
When Singer Vinka’s latest hit song started playing, I was surprised to see sick Yasmine getting up and dancing. “Oh darling, I love this song,” she exclaimed, and even started dancing. I swear every time I look at this babe, I wonder how she agreed to marry me. She was dancing like she had no bones in her waist, better than Shakira herself.
I felt my whopper saluting with admiration, unable to contain its excitement as well. “I already feel better. Let us dance,” she requested suddenly, and of course I couldn’t refuse.
We danced for some time, but every time I tried to explore her, she would push my hands away. Feeling frustrated and itching to shaft, I decided to get a way of escaping from the house to go and look for some pleasure elsewhere.
I made calls to 4 of Yasmine’s sisters and cousins, and within just thirty minutes, my house was full of hot chotala babes that almost made me start salivating. We started celebrating and dancing, my whopper was already excited at being near so many babes. After lunch, Habiba, one of Yasmine’s cousins from Kenya I shafted last year, signaled to me to leave the place.
I schemed with Abby, who called me using Yasmine’s line, telling her that there was an urgent business deal that needed my attention. “Although I don’t trust you guys, it’s okay you can go, as long as you are back early,” Yasmine cautioned me.
I hurriedly got into my Subaru Forester and headed for Hotel Africana, where Habiba had told me she would be waiting. I couldn’t wait to shaft this Anita Fabiola’s look alike and every time I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I shafted her, my whopper would salute and I would salivate.
I arrived 30 minutes later and found Habiba waiting for Yours Truly in the hotel lounge. “So, what gift have you brought for me today?” she asked sweetly. Just looking at her juicy body made my heart beat faster. “Be patient. The gift is in my underpants,” I replied and we both laughed.
We paid for the room and I couldn’t wait to have my whopper in something hot, tight and juicy. “I get turned on by looking at naked men dancing. Please do for me a kimansulo,” Habiba ordered and lay spread-eagled on the bed, her hands surfing the twinnies. On seeing that, my whopper jumped to attention, making 90degrees.
I couldn’t wait to satisfy my twitching whopper, so I started dancing immediately. After some time, the babe joined me, and started pressing her spear-shaped boobs on my chest. “I love you Hyena. Did you miss me?” she whispered in a husky voice, sending goose bumps all over my skin.
I couldn’t take the torture anymore, so I turned her over and shafted her nonstop for an hour, as I listened to her speaking in tongues in Arabic. Very soon, her body started twisting like she was being electrocuted and I made sure that we hit the top together. We rested for some time, during which Habiba kept on praising my prowess.
“My God! Your whopper is magical. I wish I could cut it off and go back with it to Kenya ,” she said, already teasing my whopper until I started saluting. I had no alternative but to give her more of what she wanted, but this time round, I let her do all the work.
I swear just looking at this babe can make a respectable man like Yours Truly run mad. I almost hit the top immediately and she started shafting me, but I didn’t want to disappoint her so I held on until she was through.
We shafted on and off until 5pm, and by then her Kandahar was so sore she could hardly walk, yet she wanted more. I took pity on her and promised to service her for a whole week before going back to Nairobi if she stayed around.
She happily agreed and I left her sleeping and went back home to my lovely wife Yasmine. Thankfully, she was too tired to shaft, so I let her sleep, since I was also vey knackered.
Till next time, I remain Your Truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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